<?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-12327684</id><updated>2011-04-21T19:03:50.604-07:00</updated><title type='text'>...::MuAhAhahaaaaaaaaa....-_-"::...</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkdepressions.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12327684/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkdepressions.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12327684/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Nadya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18284312598351426962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>197</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12327684.post-3382462968419483392</id><published>2008-07-29T21:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-29T21:39:00.420-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OMG. I get to touch the keyboard and mouse after weeks and weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I screwed up most of my tests, especially POA. At least I'll be getting a retest on that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went for Kindred last week! It was only the 2nd time I've been to any school concerts. I was such a GOON. I left my ticket at home and had to wait for my mum to get it. W e were only late for 5 minutes, thankfully.&lt;br /&gt;And I got to see Shar the next day, and the day after that! FINALLY. It was at least 2 or 3 weeks since I last saw her.&lt;br /&gt;And today I just had my AEP presentation about the cookbook. It was pretty freaky, sitting in a tiny room in the general office. And I feel so bad about the egg in my design! It was soo unintentional.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ODAC tomorrow. Not really looking forward to proper training. Muscle ache here I come...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I've got my heart set on what happens next&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I've got my eyes wide and it's not over yet&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;We are miracles&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And we're not alone&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;- This is Home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Switchfoot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12327684-3382462968419483392?l=darkdepressions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkdepressions.blogspot.com/feeds/3382462968419483392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12327684&amp;postID=3382462968419483392' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12327684/posts/default/3382462968419483392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12327684/posts/default/3382462968419483392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkdepressions.blogspot.com/2008/07/omg.html' title=''/><author><name>Nadya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18284312598351426962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12327684.post-3914721672313285081</id><published>2008-06-18T21:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-18T06:36:46.564-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;PARIS HOLDS THE KEY TO YOUR HEART.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My 200th post! Haaha, came back from EUROPE!&lt;br /&gt;I had major jetlag . I slept at 3 am on saturday and at 1am the next day.&lt;br /&gt;JONAS BROTHERS WERE IN PARIS WHEN I WAS! So not fair. the schedule was switched. I could have seen them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st day:&lt;br /&gt;13 hour flight. I slept for 3 hours, watched Supernatural, Terminator: Sarah Connor Chronicles, Project Runway, Step Up 2, and bits of everything. And ate jelly beans with Charlotte and Hui Jie! Hui Jie is one heavy sleeper. She slept throught the entire landing. Arrived at the hostel. Bunked with Ping En, Clara Tee and Grace!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2nd day:&lt;br /&gt;Was on digicam duty today. 2 musuems who actually allow photography! My neck was so sore (the cam was heavy). The Musee d'Orsay and the Pompidou. In between we went to the Eiffel Tower for some outdoor sketching! But it rained so we went to the shelter and skected from our cameras. Pathetic right?&lt;br /&gt;The real sight of the Eiffel Tower is incomparable to pictures on cameras and internet. It's amazing.&lt;br /&gt;When we were eating lunch, everyone took off their jackets, and when we were sketching I was doind jumping jacks to keep warm!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3rd day:&lt;br /&gt;Went to the Arch of Triumph! And to the Louvre! Saw the Mona Lisa. The weather was nice today. Not psycho like the day before.&lt;br /&gt;Then we went to the little garden and did one whole afternoon of outdoor sketching! At the amazingly detailed (and impossible-to-sketch) NOTRE DAM CATHEDRAL. We also saw an impossibly fat pigeon. The size of a rabit.&lt;br /&gt;We ate escargot that night! It was nice but all I could seein my head was a snail covered in slime. So I gave the rest to Jo Yee. She ate 15 pieces altogther cause Clara gave hers to her as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4th day:&lt;br /&gt;EURO-DISNEYLAND.&lt;br /&gt;Went on Thunder Mountain, the Indiana Jones Ride, SPACE MOUNTAIN, and the Star Wars thing. My favourite was Thunder Mountain. We had to wait for an hour, but it was worth it. We took pictures everywhere! We had chocolate mousse for dessert. I remember that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5th day:&lt;br /&gt;Spent the entire day travelling. Stopped by Brussels for lunch. There was a store full of CARAMELS. HEAVEN! Arrived at Amsterdam early. Nearly froze to death when I didn't think to bring a jacket (It's a lot colder in Amsterdam than in Brussels or Paris).&lt;br /&gt;The hotel is awesome! It had joint balconies. Su Lin, Clara Wong, Clara Tee, Ping En and I filled half the bath tub with hot water and put our feet in!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5th day:&lt;br /&gt;Van Gogh Museum, Rembrandt House Museum and Anne Frank Museum. The only one interesting was the last one. I kinda teared at the end of the trip.&lt;br /&gt;We also went shopping at a dutch flea market.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6th day:&lt;br /&gt;Outdoor sketching at the windmills! We froze and most of us went literally numb in the cold. We also went to the cheese and clog factory. Then after lunch we went on a river cruise!&lt;br /&gt;After that, shopping near the red light district. It's FREAKING creepy. Until we started speaking chinese to make ourselves less.. un-communicate-able? It forever tarnished my image of Amsterdam. The over-caffeinated Hamster (Sylvia) almost bought a canabis lollipop!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7th day:&lt;br /&gt;Left for Singapore. I watched Step Up 2 twice, St Trinian's, Definately Maybe and 20 minutes of atonement before I decided it was too boring. The movies kept jamming! Everytime it did, Ping En and I would exchange glances, and Clara would start clicking her pen to 'vent her anger'.&lt;br /&gt;Charlotte and I sang 'Touch my Body' just to freak out Clara! Haha. When we heard the pilot say that the Singapore air temp was 28 degrees, all our jaws dropped! That's almost twice as hot as Amsterdam!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I'm still feeling damn stuffy. Not used to the weather. Jetlag wearing off though, thank goodness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Vivo today! With Diane and Regina. As usual, we made each other try on ridiculous things. I bought a top and Diane bought skinnies! Haha. I also found One Night Only's album! SOOO cool!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This has got to be the longest post in a long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;People say I only hear what I want to&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;That much is true&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;People say I only see what I want to&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Then how come I see you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;- You and Me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;One Night Only&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12327684-3914721672313285081?l=darkdepressions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkdepressions.blogspot.com/feeds/3914721672313285081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12327684&amp;postID=3914721672313285081' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12327684/posts/default/3914721672313285081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12327684/posts/default/3914721672313285081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkdepressions.blogspot.com/2008/06/paris-holds-key-to-your-heart.html' title=''/><author><name>Nadya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18284312598351426962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12327684.post-1406467842193483136</id><published>2008-06-04T15:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-05T00:01:11.899-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'M LEAVING FOR PARIS TOMORROW!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a dream last week that I went to Paris with no money, no phone, camera or iPod chargers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally got my visa (which took 3 painstaking weeks just cause I have an Indonesian passport). I can't wait to see the Eiffel Tower! I just hope it's not too cold there. And I'm not really looking forward to the ridiculously long flight. At least it's Singapore Airlines, so I can watch movies. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;And I'n worried about the pickpockets. So much that I'm bringing my old phone (that is so damn slow!) that doesn't flip open properly anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Prince Caspian&lt;/em&gt; was amazing! Pity they made Peter the asshole instead of Susan though. I love the bit where they first met Caspian and where Lucy first saw Reepicheep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pick a star on the dark horizon&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And follow the light&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'll come back when it's over&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;No need to say goodbye&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; - The Call&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Regin Spektor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12327684-1406467842193483136?l=darkdepressions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkdepressions.blogspot.com/feeds/1406467842193483136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12327684&amp;postID=1406467842193483136' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12327684/posts/default/1406467842193483136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12327684/posts/default/1406467842193483136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkdepressions.blogspot.com/2008/06/im-leaving-for-paris-tomorrow-i-had.html' title=''/><author><name>Nadya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18284312598351426962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12327684.post-3091153546569244906</id><published>2008-05-27T12:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-27T21:44:14.591-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Holidays!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far, I have:&lt;br /&gt;1. Gone to the library,&lt;br /&gt;2. Spent 2 hours sowing beads onto my shirt,&lt;br /&gt;3. Spent 4 hours painting my bedise table (which is actually a wooden laundry basket),&lt;br /&gt;4. Spent 3 hours painting my cheapo $12 shoe (which no longer looks cheapo),&lt;br /&gt;5. Finished reading all four library books in 2 days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAVE TO GET MORE NICHOLAS SPARKS BOOKS.&lt;br /&gt;I've read &lt;em&gt;A Walk to Remember&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;Dear John&lt;/em&gt;. I swear, I cried when I read&lt;em&gt; Dear John&lt;/em&gt;. It was so saaaad. When my mum asked me how the book was, I said it was so sad and she said: How can a romance story be sad?&lt;br /&gt;And they're turning it into a movie! Haha, Channing Tatum is playing John. I kinda imagined Samaire Armstrong playing Savannah, and Chace Crawford as John.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;A Walk to Remember&lt;/em&gt; was nice, and I think Jamie still lived, but Sparks left that to the reader's interpretation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Father, I hate to tell you this,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;You taught me how to hit the mark&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;And once again I missed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; - Wrong Again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Nicholas Jonas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#666666;"&gt;How can you look at me that way?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#666666;"&gt;When I have failed so many times&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#666666;"&gt;Showing me love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#666666;"&gt;You tell the world 'this child is mine'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12327684-3091153546569244906?l=darkdepressions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkdepressions.blogspot.com/feeds/3091153546569244906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12327684&amp;postID=3091153546569244906' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12327684/posts/default/3091153546569244906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12327684/posts/default/3091153546569244906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkdepressions.blogspot.com/2008/05/holidays-so-far-i-have-1.html' title=''/><author><name>Nadya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18284312598351426962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12327684.post-2987046907859513345</id><published>2008-05-18T11:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-18T20:42:10.393-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OMG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;JONAS BROTHERS ARE PERFORMING SOS ON AMERICAN IDOL SEASON FINALE.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They sound good lately. I hope they don't sing like they did on Dancing with the Stars and on their 2nd appearance at Ellen. They sounded horrible. BUT SOS is a song they NEVER mess up.Yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got back my results. Too busy being depressed. AHH.&lt;br /&gt;Cat class on Sunday was quite, uh, eventful. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had lunch with half the choir yesterday. Greg takes the LOOONGEST time eat. He can't seem to eat and talk at the same time. Too busy talking bout Star Wars, their bloopers etc (Like when Hayden trips all the time)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Just be yourself&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Do everything you can&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It doesn't matter if you're good enough&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;For someone else&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; - The Middle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Jimmy Eat World&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12327684-2987046907859513345?l=darkdepressions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkdepressions.blogspot.com/feeds/2987046907859513345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12327684&amp;postID=2987046907859513345' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12327684/posts/default/2987046907859513345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12327684/posts/default/2987046907859513345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkdepressions.blogspot.com/2008/05/omg.html' title=''/><author><name>Nadya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18284312598351426962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12327684.post-5114275621385757725</id><published>2008-05-13T20:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-13T20:28:01.395-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; You were always playing hard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Never could let down your guard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exams are OVER! I spent almost the entire weekend watching Smallville. I swear, Jimmy Olsen is quite... oblivious.&lt;br /&gt;'Look at these hearoglyphics...&lt;br /&gt;Lex Luthor is working... WITH THE EGYPTIANS.' (Uh, it's Kryptonian)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait to go out! But my mum is overseas and I have noone to go out with. Everyone has clashing schedules. At least there's Fiesta this Friday, something to look forward to.&lt;br /&gt;It's so cold. Is being on the 10th floor really that windy?&lt;br /&gt;I watched the Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants 2 trailer! It looks good. The plots from book 2 and 3 is meshed up with the main plot of book4. I love the ending scene:&lt;br /&gt;"How do you say 'lost pants' in Greek?"&lt;br /&gt;"JAFKJG YMCVO TJKSV.... LGHI"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Checking papers tomorrow! I already know I didn't do that brilliantly in Emaths (even though I worked harder than before. Maybe I was careless, as usual). I quite look forward to English, but I'm afraid of SS, History.. in case I answered the question wrongly.&lt;br /&gt;Oh nevermind, just take the results head-on like a bull.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Take your hesitance &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; And your self-defense&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Leave them behind, it's only life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Don't be so afraid &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Of facing everyday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Just take your time, it's only life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I'll be your stepping-stone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; No, don't be so alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Just hold on tight, it's only life&lt;br /&gt; - It's Only Life&lt;br /&gt;Kate Voegele&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12327684-5114275621385757725?l=darkdepressions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkdepressions.blogspot.com/feeds/5114275621385757725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12327684&amp;postID=5114275621385757725' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12327684/posts/default/5114275621385757725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12327684/posts/default/5114275621385757725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkdepressions.blogspot.com/2008/05/you-were-always-playing-hard-never.html' title=''/><author><name>Nadya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18284312598351426962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12327684.post-1960684115079557438</id><published>2008-05-10T22:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-10T22:24:01.478-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;There is a reason why we met, I’m glad that we did&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But when we broke up, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I got back a part of me I really missed&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Now seeing that you brought me down all the time&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;There were moments I lived without light on my side&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;All the bitterness has passed&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I only wish you someone who&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Can do what I can't.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-&lt;strong&gt;Happy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hilary Duff&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I know. Guess that changes things. I get it.&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;And how tall did we stand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;With the world in our hands?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12327684-1960684115079557438?l=darkdepressions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkdepressions.blogspot.com/feeds/1960684115079557438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12327684&amp;postID=1960684115079557438' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12327684/posts/default/1960684115079557438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12327684/posts/default/1960684115079557438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkdepressions.blogspot.com/2008/05/there-is-reason-why-we-met-im-glad-that.html' title=''/><author><name>Nadya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18284312598351426962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12327684.post-5104247173551165385</id><published>2008-03-28T22:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-28T07:28:24.173-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Mr Blue&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Catherine Feeny&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Blue, I told you that I love you&lt;br /&gt;Please believe me&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Blue, I have to go now darling,&lt;br /&gt;Don't be angry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Know that you're tired&lt;br /&gt;Know that you're sorry&lt;br /&gt;Sick and sad for some reason&lt;br /&gt;So I'll leave you with a smile&lt;br /&gt;Kiss you on a cheek&lt;br /&gt;And you will call it treason&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's the way it goes someday&lt;br /&gt;A fever comes at you without a warning&lt;br /&gt;And I can see it in your face, you've been&lt;br /&gt;Waiting to break since you woke up this morning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Blue, don't hold your head so low that you can't see the sky&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Blue, it ain't so long since you were flying high&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Blue, I told you that I love you&lt;br /&gt;Please believe me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12327684-5104247173551165385?l=darkdepressions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkdepressions.blogspot.com/feeds/5104247173551165385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12327684&amp;postID=5104247173551165385' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12327684/posts/default/5104247173551165385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12327684/posts/default/5104247173551165385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkdepressions.blogspot.com/2008/03/mr-blue-catherine-feeny-mr.html' title=''/><author><name>Nadya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18284312598351426962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12327684.post-1643190983190816572</id><published>2008-03-07T21:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-07T05:54:45.314-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I've finally updated. I feel like deleting this blog, but I'm just so lazy that I'll leave it here for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Typically enough, I'm failing just about everything that has numbers, (except POA). And it's only the beginning of the year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sec 3 camp was great! Though half the time I was part of the casualty team (aka team Shafiq), it was still fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeeash not in the mood. Though I probably won't be back for another, what, few weeks.&lt;br /&gt;Got dragonboat tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;All the paths they lead&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;To a little silent place&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Then we'll stay for a weekend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;And live &lt;strong&gt;without a trace&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; -Just for Tonight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;One Night Only&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12327684-1643190983190816572?l=darkdepressions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkdepressions.blogspot.com/feeds/1643190983190816572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12327684&amp;postID=1643190983190816572' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12327684/posts/default/1643190983190816572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12327684/posts/default/1643190983190816572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkdepressions.blogspot.com/2008/03/ive-finally-updated.html' title=''/><author><name>Nadya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18284312598351426962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12327684.post-2147491039634254719</id><published>2008-02-08T00:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-07T08:45:31.863-08:00</updated><title type='text'>making excuses</title><content type='html'>I think yesterday was the most fun I've had in a looooooooong time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kat, Diane, Regina and I went to Vivo yesterday. We made Regina try on so many things! More than half the time she refused to come out from the dressing room. And Diane was trying on a lot of funny looking stuff. Kat was supposed to find skinnies but they were way (unreasonably) expensive, so she bought a dress. And I found nothing! Though I did try on a ton of stuff. Actually, I found this chinese art thing where they paint this glass ball from the inside. I was feeling generous so I bought one for my parents. At half price.&lt;br /&gt;Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Diane and Regina were trying on this huge aviator sunglasses and saying lines from &lt;em&gt;'The Terminator'.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;'You are terminated.'&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like the pair of &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;BRIGHT RED&lt;/span&gt; sunglasses. But I need to get contacts first. Kat looked nice in the white one.&lt;br /&gt;OH, and we saw this caucasian guy that looked like George Clooney. But an older, skinner, more wrinkled version.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I'm just glad of an excuse to stare at you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;People say it's a life lost&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But it's my life to lose&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;- Making Excuses&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Talulah Riley/Aaron Johnson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12327684-2147491039634254719?l=darkdepressions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkdepressions.blogspot.com/feeds/2147491039634254719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12327684&amp;postID=2147491039634254719' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12327684/posts/default/2147491039634254719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12327684/posts/default/2147491039634254719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkdepressions.blogspot.com/2008/02/making-excuses.html' title='making excuses'/><author><name>Nadya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18284312598351426962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12327684.post-4881100320782391600</id><published>2008-01-31T21:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-31T06:05:19.941-08:00</updated><title type='text'>who knows</title><content type='html'>FINALLY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Proper computer time.&lt;br /&gt;Let's see...&lt;br /&gt;I had ODAC tryouts (fitness test for us) yesterday. I had such a horrible stitch like 5/6 of the ay through, but I was surprised that my knee wasn't in pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait for the art overseas trip! It had better not cancel. Paris, Amsterdam.. I just hope someone I know is coming with me (hintmarionhint)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dragonboat competition is April 12, we are so dead, since that cuts back on 2 months of trainings, and it would clash with all our schoolwork. The only good thing is that at least it won't clash with the trip. Training starts in 2 weeks time! Can't wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Addicted to Twilight, New Moon, and now waiting for Pei Shan to lend me Eclipse. EEEEEH. I prefer Edward to Jacob (but everyone else I know doesn't think so. Ppshh.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Class BBQ tomorrow! Another thing to look forward to.&lt;br /&gt;Kat's birthday too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;So you go and make it happen&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Do your best just keep on laughing&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm telling you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;There's always a brand new day&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm gonna live today like it's my last day&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;-Who Knows&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Avril Lavigne&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12327684-4881100320782391600?l=darkdepressions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkdepressions.blogspot.com/feeds/4881100320782391600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12327684&amp;postID=4881100320782391600' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12327684/posts/default/4881100320782391600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12327684/posts/default/4881100320782391600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkdepressions.blogspot.com/2008/01/who-knows.html' title='who knows'/><author><name>Nadya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18284312598351426962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12327684.post-6366151823094116204</id><published>2008-01-04T22:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-04T06:25:58.446-08:00</updated><title type='text'>SHE'S GOT YOU HIGH AND YOU DON'T EVEN KNOW YET.</title><content type='html'>SHE'S GOT YOU HIGH AND YOU DON'T EVEN KNOW YET.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I've finally gotten in a better mood.&lt;br /&gt;Zoey, Yuan May and I are switching our roles in class and let's hope Mrs Kunna allows it. (I will no longer have to handle money!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God, all of a sudden everyone's talking about O Levels and everything. Makes me feel old. 2008 is just 4 days in! It's all so quick! I really miss the old days.&lt;br /&gt;I think this year'll pass by fairly quick. And then it's O Levels. I have to enjoy all of it before then. I'd better not spend all my time mourning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I seriously need to write longer posts. I'll just have to wait for something that's actually interesting to happen.&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait for CCA Day! And act like a maniac again. I want to see what kind of juniors ODAC is receiving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;She's got you high and you don't even know yet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;She's got you high and you don't even know yet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It's the search for the time before it leaves without you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Have you lost your mind or has she taken all of yours too?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Whats this about? I figured love would shine through&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;We've lost romance this world has turned so see through&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- She's Got You High&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mumm-Ra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12327684-6366151823094116204?l=darkdepressions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkdepressions.blogspot.com/feeds/6366151823094116204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12327684&amp;postID=6366151823094116204' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12327684/posts/default/6366151823094116204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12327684/posts/default/6366151823094116204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkdepressions.blogspot.com/2008/01/shes-got-you-high-and-you-dont-even_04.html' title='SHE&apos;S GOT YOU HIGH AND YOU DON&apos;T EVEN KNOW YET.'/><author><name>Nadya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18284312598351426962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12327684.post-8449974814266758244</id><published>2008-01-02T21:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-02T05:30:37.059-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;It goes like this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;The fourth, the fifth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;The minor fall, the major lift&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;The baffled king composing Hallelujah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Hallelujah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Hallelujah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School has started, I got an irritating but ok form teacher. I'm the bloody treasurer (I hate handling money). I feel like ranting everything but I don't think I should.&lt;br /&gt;My class is ok though. I'm not really sure if I should be looking forward to meeting my other teachers. Hopefully, they'd be good teachers.&lt;br /&gt;Nearly Famous, an British drama, is damn good. But, as usual, Singapore doesn't show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Maybe I've been here before&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I know this room, I've walked this floor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I used to live alone before I knew you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I've seen your flag on the marble arch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Love is not a victory march&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's a cold and it's a broken Hallelujah&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;- Hallelujah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Rufus Wainwright&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Maybe there's a God above&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;And all I ever learned from love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Was how to shoot at someone who outdrew you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;It's not a cry you can hear at night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;It's not somebody who's seen the light&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;It's a cold and it's a broken hallelujah&lt;/span&gt;&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/12327684-8449974814266758244?l=darkdepressions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkdepressions.blogspot.com/feeds/8449974814266758244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12327684&amp;postID=8449974814266758244' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12327684/posts/default/8449974814266758244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12327684/posts/default/8449974814266758244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkdepressions.blogspot.com/2008/01/it-goes-like-this-fourth-fifth-baffled.html' title=''/><author><name>Nadya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18284312598351426962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12327684.post-1908541095672439242</id><published>2007-12-31T23:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-31T07:21:15.663-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>New year is less than an hour away, and this is just about the most depressing way to spend it. My brother is working, my dad's sleeping, my mum's in Jakarta and my grandmother's in hospital connected to a life support machine.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, the joys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I'm willing to wait a bit longer&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Just for that one chance to say goodbye&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I wanted to come running back to you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Just to see you before it's too late&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I want one more chance to learn from you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;'Cause I didn't have the chance to enjoy&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Once real life decides to take over&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's too late to unwind the hands&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;For once I need to see for myself &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;That this world has to come to an end&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I have to learn to let go&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Before I get sucked down again&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And somehow that road that's made for you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Just doesn't seem right anymore&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;There's so much at stake, you can't risk it&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And you're willing to wait just a bit&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12327684-1908541095672439242?l=darkdepressions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkdepressions.blogspot.com/feeds/1908541095672439242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12327684&amp;postID=1908541095672439242' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12327684/posts/default/1908541095672439242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12327684/posts/default/1908541095672439242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkdepressions.blogspot.com/2007/12/new-year-is-less-than-hour-away-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Nadya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18284312598351426962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12327684.post-6710837983325137593</id><published>2007-12-25T21:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-25T05:57:37.755-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;MERRY&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;C&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;M&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;HOHOHO.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I want for christmas, is yoooooouuuuuuuuu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think this has got to be the most boring christmas ever. No wait, I think the most the most boring one was when I was 10.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caroling was fun yesterday (or today?). Hot wax dripped on my hand during the walking in. I miss performing.&lt;br /&gt;I got presents! Thanks to Shar (the reindeers were a nice touch), Lydia (it's a CAT! How'd you know?), Kelsi (iiiit's winnie the pooh!), Estella (I looove the shells. It's so prreeeetty) and my parents!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Every year at Christmas&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;All I can see&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Are pictures of the things &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I want around the tree&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But this year’s a little different&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I’m not thinking of myself&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;So my prayer for this Christmas &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Is for somebody else&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;So I pray&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Joy To the World&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Peace for every boy and girl&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hope when life is hard&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Light when everything seems dark&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;God I know you’re listening&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And you can hear&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The need of every broken heart&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And all their tears&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I don’t have a lot to offer&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just this one simple prayer&lt;br /&gt;That this Christmas everyone would know somebody cares&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;So I pray&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Joy To the World&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Peace for every boy and girl&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hope when life is hard&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Light when everything seems dark&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I pray that every hungry soul &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Will be filled and will be warm&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;That not a single, solitary child &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Would suffer harm&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And Lord we find their ending&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;As we take another view&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;My hope is that this Christmas prayer&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Would somehow come trueI pray&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Humanity would rise&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And join with me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And together we’ll sing&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Joy To the World&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Peace for every boy and girl &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hope when life is hard&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Light when everything seems dark&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I pray that every hungry soul &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Will be filled and will be warm&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;That not a single, solitary child &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Would suffer harm&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And Lord we find their ending&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;As we take another view&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;My hope is that this Christmas prayer&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Would somehow come true&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joy to the World (A Christmas Prayer)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nick Jonas&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12327684-6710837983325137593?l=darkdepressions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkdepressions.blogspot.com/feeds/6710837983325137593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12327684&amp;postID=6710837983325137593' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12327684/posts/default/6710837983325137593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12327684/posts/default/6710837983325137593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkdepressions.blogspot.com/2007/12/merry-christmas.html' title=''/><author><name>Nadya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18284312598351426962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12327684.post-5559744696208809429</id><published>2007-12-20T23:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-20T08:02:23.588-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Now I’m sitting here&lt;br /&gt;Like we used to do&lt;br /&gt;I think about my life&lt;br /&gt;And now there’s nothing I won’t do&lt;br /&gt;Just for one more day&lt;br /&gt;One more day with you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BOOOOORINGGG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waiting up to pick my father up from the airport. His flight is arriving after midnight.&lt;br /&gt;YAWNN. My eyes feel stretched and pulled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brutal choir practice today. 3 hours! But I think we've done quite well so far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waiting waiting waiting...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;But you dont know what you got 'til it's gone&lt;br /&gt;And you dont know what its like to feel so low.&lt;br /&gt;And everytime you smile or laugh you glow&lt;br /&gt;You dont even know, know, know&lt;br /&gt;You dont even know, know, know.&lt;br /&gt;You dont even know, no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;So I'll wait 'til kingdom come.&lt;br /&gt;All the highs and lows are gone&lt;br /&gt;A little bit longer and I'll be fine.&lt;br /&gt;I'll be fine&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-A Little Bit Longer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Jonas Brothers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12327684-5559744696208809429?l=darkdepressions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkdepressions.blogspot.com/feeds/5559744696208809429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12327684&amp;postID=5559744696208809429' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12327684/posts/default/5559744696208809429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12327684/posts/default/5559744696208809429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkdepressions.blogspot.com/2007/12/now-im-sitting-here-like-we-used-to-do.html' title=''/><author><name>Nadya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18284312598351426962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12327684.post-5825806681734558821</id><published>2007-12-18T20:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-20T02:21:53.748-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span &gt;&lt;em&gt;I see you by the water &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;em&gt;Your toes dipped in the sand &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;em&gt;I thought that it was over &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;em&gt;I thought you'd understand &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;em&gt;But the feeling is returning &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;em&gt;Though time has made us change &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;em&gt;And I understand if you don't &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;em&gt;Wanna talk to me about it &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;em&gt;Tonight &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;em&gt;Oh, Tonight &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;em&gt;Cause I see the light surrounding you &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;em&gt;So don't be afraid of something new &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;em&gt;Time was overtaking me &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;em&gt;And I guess I was confused &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;em&gt;They were all inviting me &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;em&gt;But I wish I had refused &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;em&gt;Cause I've been there before &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;em&gt;And I've seen it all &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;em&gt;And I believe in you &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;em&gt;And if you never had my heart &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;em&gt;I would've never called you back &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;em&gt;At the start that night &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;em&gt;So I want you to know &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;em&gt;That I see the light surrounding you &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;em&gt;So don't be afraid of something new &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;em&gt;Cause I see the light surrounding you &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;em&gt;So don't be afraid of what you're turning into &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;em&gt;Blue-eyed sun shines on me &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;em&gt;In the morning &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;em&gt;Can't help but feel a little cold &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;em&gt;Thinking of you &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;em&gt;Cause I see the light surrounding you &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;em&gt;So don't be afraid of something new &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;em&gt;Cause I see the light surrounding you &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;em&gt;So don't be afraid of what you're turning into &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;em&gt;No, don't be afraid &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;em&gt;Don't be afraid &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;em&gt;Cos I see the light &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;em&gt;Cos I see the light &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;em&gt;Cos I see the light surrounding you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Light Surrounding You&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Evermore&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12327684-5825806681734558821?l=darkdepressions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkdepressions.blogspot.com/feeds/5825806681734558821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12327684&amp;postID=5825806681734558821' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12327684/posts/default/5825806681734558821'/><link rel='self' 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at Seoul Garden at Taka. Val, Lizzie, Diane and I were at one table getting scalded and burnt by the spitting oil. The fire at our table was damn strong! The water kept on bubbling and bubbling.&lt;br /&gt;And after that, we watched ENCHANTED!(Like, finally)&lt;br /&gt;The 10 of us, and then another 6 joined in. Charlotte was staring at every single poster and trailer and then saying 'I want to watch this movie!'. And she was pulling my hair and hitting my chair since she sat behind me.&lt;br /&gt;I think the funniest part was when Robert hestitated about kissing Giselle and ODAC were all 'hurry up before it's too late!' and making a ton of noise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kinda miss the whole 2D disney flims like Snow White and Cinderella, especially.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And after the whole farewell, CLASS GATHERING. Bumped into Seraphina at Dhoby Ghaut and got the shock of my life! Had tons of fun (Apart from the movie marathon which included Dead Silence. Scary movie + Sucky ending = Nightmares)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Far longer than forever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12327684-4161752988967670978?l=darkdepressions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkdepressions.blogspot.com/feeds/4161752988967670978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12327684&amp;postID=4161752988967670978' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12327684/posts/default/4161752988967670978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12327684/posts/default/4161752988967670978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkdepressions.blogspot.com/2007/12/internet-theres-been-something-wrong.html' title=''/><author><name>Nadya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18284312598351426962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12327684.post-8775295696886729867</id><published>2007-12-07T23:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-07T07:33:37.637-08:00</updated><title type='text'>OBS</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_5YcuUgeWpZA/R1llKKoZAxI/AAAAAAAAAA8/arwRklJhPjQ/s1600-h/PC030551.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141251674946994962" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_5YcuUgeWpZA/R1llKKoZAxI/AAAAAAAAAA8/arwRklJhPjQ/s320/PC030551.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Back from OBS! I'm full of scratches and heat rashes (that rhymes!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tons of climbing, pulling, hauling, lugging, trekking, and even more kayaking.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love kayaking in the river! A mudskipper jumped onto Pearlyn's boat and refused to jump off. And I saw monitor lizards, kingfishers and sea eagles.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;First day we basically climbed the inverted tri-pod. It's damn bloody scary!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Second day we packed and kayaked to the other campsite. WE SAW THE PRIME MINISTER! He was on a sailboat and we all rafted up and the back people stood up. It's was damn cool.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Third day was spent hiding from the rain. Haha, no lah, but we trekked to a quarry and played games and went back because the rain was too dangerous. With heavy ponchos and backpacks. Had a big feast that night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fourth day we headed back to the other campsite by going round the island. Portage point 2 was damn fun! Slipping and sliding in the mud while trying to pull up the kayak and then capsizing. Booties and mud DO NOT GO.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fifth day was a lot of clearing up and reflection. I was the IC for the day and collected a ton of money for photos. We were so sad to go home. And it was damn odd for us to go out to Punggol and see buildings! Tall buildings!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I miss trees!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I better go to sleep. Got choir retreat tomorrow!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;If I could then &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I'd shrink the world tonight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;So that I would find&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;You and me inside&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; -Shrink the World&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Yellowcard&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/12327684-8775295696886729867?l=darkdepressions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkdepressions.blogspot.com/feeds/8775295696886729867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12327684&amp;postID=8775295696886729867' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12327684/posts/default/8775295696886729867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12327684/posts/default/8775295696886729867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkdepressions.blogspot.com/2007/12/obs.html' title='OBS'/><author><name>Nadya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18284312598351426962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_5YcuUgeWpZA/R1llKKoZAxI/AAAAAAAAAA8/arwRklJhPjQ/s72-c/PC030551.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12327684.post-1159989334892234241</id><published>2007-11-21T21:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-21T05:16:00.534-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;So you sailed away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Into a grey sky morning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tree climbing today! It was funn, and a bit straining with all the ropes and knots and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;Even Andrea flipped upside-down! By sec 4 I think I would seriously loose my fear of heights. If not, then all the zip lines, the abseiling, rock climging and tree climbing would've been a waste.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I still don't know how Deal or No Deal goes around (Which my father and brother are watching now).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'M LEAVING TOMORROW. NOOOOO. I'm missing Estella's, Mel's and Adelle's confirmation. And it's byebye to internet and shows in english. But I do miss my grandma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YEAH the ring is destroyed and Faramir just confessed his love for Eowyn. And Sam has woken up. Yeap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;And it's just too bad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;You're only the best I ever had&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;No, you won't be back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;You're only the best I ever had&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;-Best I Ever Had (Grey Sky Morning)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Vertical Horizon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12327684-1159989334892234241?l=darkdepressions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkdepressions.blogspot.com/feeds/1159989334892234241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12327684&amp;postID=1159989334892234241' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12327684/posts/default/1159989334892234241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12327684/posts/default/1159989334892234241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkdepressions.blogspot.com/2007/11/so-you-sailed-away-into-grey-sky.html' title=''/><author><name>Nadya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18284312598351426962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12327684.post-7419658541617809776</id><published>2007-11-19T22:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-19T06:06:00.672-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>RAWR found this on Yuan May's blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Directions: 1. Put your iTunes, Windows Media Player, etc... on shuffle2. For each question, press the next button to get your answer3. YOU MUST WRITE THAT SONG NAME DOWN NO MATTER HOW SILLY IT SOUNDS. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;1. Are you a male or a female?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I Need Some Sleep &lt;strong&gt;Eeels&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;2. Describe yourself:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;P.S (I'm Still Not Over You) &lt;strong&gt;Rihanna&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;3. How do you feel about yourself?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You Set Me Free &lt;strong&gt;Michelle Branch&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;4. Describe your ex-boyfriend/girlfriend:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Who Said &lt;strong&gt;Miley Cyrus&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;5. Describe your current boyfriend/girlfriend:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Shrink The World&lt;strong&gt; Yellowcard&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;6. Describe your current location:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Full Forever&lt;strong&gt; Goo Goo Dolls&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Describe what you want to be:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Australia &lt;strong&gt;Jonas Brothers&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;8. Describe your bestfriend:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Let It Rain &lt;strong&gt;Jojo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;9. Your favourite colour is:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Slow Down &lt;strong&gt;Aly &amp;amp; AJ&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;10. You know that:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Everyone's A Star &lt;strong&gt;Cheetah Girls&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;11. What is the weather like?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You Never Know &lt;strong&gt;Goo Goo Dolls&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;12. If your life was a television show, what would it be called?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Everyday &lt;strong&gt;High School Musical&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;13. What is life to you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; The Party's Just Begun &lt;strong&gt;Cheetah Girls&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;14. What is the best advice you would give?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;He Said She Said &lt;strong&gt;Ashley Tisdale&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;15. If you could change your name, what would you change it to?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; Best I Ever Had(Grey Sky Morning) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Verical Horizon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;16. How do you feel about the opposite sex?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Fairy Godmother Song &lt;strong&gt;Shrek 2 Soundtrack&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;17. Why are you doing this survey?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Leave Me Alone &lt;strong&gt;The Veronicas&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;18. You hate:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Inseperable &lt;strong&gt;Jonas Brothers&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;19. Describe your worst enemy:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Maybe &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Kelly Clarkson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;20. What's in your back jacket?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Over It &lt;strong&gt;Ashley Tisdale&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once again, they don't make sense. OOH, except for question 12. (:&lt;br /&gt;GAH I'm leaving this thursday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The battle for Minas Tirith is over for the Rohirrim. Theoden King is dead, and Eowyn is cursed thanks to the Lord of the Nazgul. Forgot what happened to Merry after he stabbed the ringwraith. Pippin is trying to save Faramir from the lunatic Lord Denethor with the help of Glandalf the White!&lt;br /&gt;They way I say it, sounds like some cartoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Game over you're done &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Outta left field we won&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pack our bags yeah we'll run &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hollywood here we come&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; -Hollywood&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Jonas Brothers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12327684-7419658541617809776?l=darkdepressions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkdepressions.blogspot.com/feeds/7419658541617809776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12327684&amp;postID=7419658541617809776' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12327684/posts/default/7419658541617809776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12327684/posts/default/7419658541617809776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkdepressions.blogspot.com/2007/11/rawr-found-this-on-yuan-mays-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>Nadya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18284312598351426962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12327684.post-1672375782177122357</id><published>2007-11-17T20:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-17T05:31:17.536-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;em&gt;We spent all our money on stupid things&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But if I look back now&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'd probably give it all away&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Just for one more day&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;One more day with you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just realised I haven't listened to Simple Plan for almost this whole year. Haha, I miss the songs.&lt;br /&gt;God, I'm so bored. I had an X-Men movie marathon yesterday. Does that say how bored I am? Maybe I'll start on Harry Potter or something next.&lt;br /&gt;And I'm getting really good at Solitaire.&lt;br /&gt;AND DECEMBER BOYS IS NC16. At least, according to Kat. Damn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I've now reached Return of the King. But I have gone a bit bored of even that too. Even Pippin can be a bit boring after some time. But for some reason, I'm starting to like Samwise Gamgee after a while. I used to not like his character.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And I found something that was always there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sometimes it got to hurt before you feel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; -Always Know Where You Are&lt;br /&gt;John Rzeznik&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;And when I see the sun I always know where you are&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;where you are&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12327684-1672375782177122357?l=darkdepressions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkdepressions.blogspot.com/feeds/1672375782177122357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12327684&amp;postID=1672375782177122357' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12327684/posts/default/1672375782177122357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12327684/posts/default/1672375782177122357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkdepressions.blogspot.com/2007/11/we-spent-all-our-money-on-stupid-things.html' title=''/><author><name>Nadya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18284312598351426962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12327684.post-3136569165872240649</id><published>2007-11-15T14:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-15T22:49:35.921-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;I'll bet she's beautiful, that girl he talks about&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I HAVE SURVIVED CYCLING AT UBIN.&lt;br /&gt;Haha, I nearly went down the hill when I went off the track. Kinda like when Shar and I were threatening to push Ashton down the hill at Fort Canning, except I would be on a bike.&lt;br /&gt;Kat's group got stuck in the mud, and they got lost! They came back an hour later looking like a mess.&lt;br /&gt;My group (Annecy, Diane, Petra, Rachel, me, and Mr Jiow)(somehow Ms Teo didn't see that Annecy, Diane and I were in the same group) got lost 3 times while trying to find the path to get to Noordin beach. It was blocked off by a machine trying to cut the branches off a tree. Didn't get to the beach in the end cause we didn't have enough time. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I GOT A NEW PHONE. Haha, finally.&lt;br /&gt;Still struggling to finsih reading LOTR. Am halfway through Two Towers. Gollum annoys me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;All this time I was looking for love&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Trying to make things work&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;They weren't good enough&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; -One in a Million&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Miley Cyrus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12327684-3136569165872240649?l=darkdepressions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkdepressions.blogspot.com/feeds/3136569165872240649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm back, back in town&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And everything has changed&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I feel, feel let down&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The faces stay the same&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I see, see shadows&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Of who we used to be&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;When I drive, drive so slow &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Through this memory&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;When we were only kids &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And we were best of friends&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And we hoped for the best&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And let go of the rest &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I heard, heard myself&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Say things I take back&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;If I could, could retell&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And make these stories last&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I see, see shadows&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Of who you'll always be&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I drive, drive these roads&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Made of memories&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;When we were only kids &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And we were best of friends&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And we hoped for the best&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And let go from the rest&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Shadows and regrets&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;We let go from the rest &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Everything has changed&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Faces stay the same&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Everything has changed&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Faces stay the same&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And we were only kids &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And our time couldn't end &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And how tall did we stand &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;With the world in our hands &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Shadows and Regrets&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yellowcard&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;How tall did we stand&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/12327684-6512947700276480763?l=darkdepressions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkdepressions.blogspot.com/feeds/6512947700276480763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12327684&amp;postID=6512947700276480763' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12327684/posts/default/6512947700276480763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12327684/posts/default/6512947700276480763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkdepressions.blogspot.com/2007/11/im-back-back-in-town-and-everything-has.html' title=''/><author><name>Nadya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18284312598351426962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12327684.post-3484727922291005452</id><published>2007-11-09T21:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-09T06:00:04.197-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;So stand on the edge with me, hold back your fear and see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Nothing is real til it's gone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have &lt;em&gt;finally&lt;/em&gt; learned how to cycle! In a matter of practically seconds, thanks to Kat and the ever-consistent encouragement of Marion. Didn't know how to go straight or control the bike until Marion kept telling me to look up and ahead, and not on the ground. The bell jammed on the way back and rammed into 3 people! Haha.&lt;br /&gt;Scratched my leg on the front of the bike, but at least the bike didn't scrape off a whole lot of skin this time.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and Diane sort of learnt how to blade. Sort of. That is, if you count her clinging onto Katrina more than half the time. Oh, and &lt;em&gt;skidding&lt;/em&gt; on hot tar, on her butt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I&lt;em&gt; finally&lt;/em&gt; watched Transformers yesterday. Definately better than I expected. I thought Shia Labeouf was going to be all serious in this movie, but he still has his old EvenStevens charm. And now I see why Jo likes Jazz so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NEXT JOB: Teach Marion AND Regina to blade.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and get through day cycling at Ubin next week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;You've got moves, I've got shoes, let's go dancing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Pop-and-lock, battle dance against Hanson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;- That's Just The Way We Roll&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Jonas Brothers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12327684-3484727922291005452?l=darkdepressions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkdepressions.blogspot.com/feeds/3484727922291005452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12327684&amp;postID=3484727922291005452' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12327684/posts/default/3484727922291005452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12327684/posts/default/3484727922291005452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkdepressions.blogspot.com/2007/11/so-stand-on-edge-with-me-hold-back-your.html' title=''/><author><name>Nadya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18284312598351426962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12327684.post-8374137789118376958</id><published>2007-11-07T20:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-07T05:04:39.020-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;It's funny when you find yourself hiding from that one spotlight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;It's hard when somebody gave away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;It's hard when you've given up that fight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;It's harder when you know there's no one to help you say &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;And know that you're never ever getting up again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;But the hardest thing's to say goodbye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YEEEEEAHR!! 3/10 HERE I COME.&lt;br /&gt;My hard work's paid off! Well, not really, since I could've done a lot better, but I got into the class I wanted! WITH A Maths!&lt;br /&gt;I could not stop jumping for joy when I heard I could take A Maths, thanks to my overall which pulled me up. Haha, canNOT wait for school to start. Actually, I can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going to attempt to learn how to cycle (again), this time with Marion, Diane, Katrina and Katrina's eh-hem friend. And I'm gonna BLADE tomorrow!&lt;br /&gt;Can't wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Home is behind&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The world ahead&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;There are many paths to take&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Through shadows&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Through the edge of night"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;-Lord of the Rings: The Two Towers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12327684-8374137789118376958?l=darkdepressions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkdepressions.blogspot.com/feeds/8374137789118376958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12327684&amp;postID=8374137789118376958' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12327684/posts/default/8374137789118376958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12327684/posts/default/8374137789118376958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkdepressions.blogspot.com/2007/11/its-funny-when-you-find-yourself-hiding.html' title=''/><author><name>Nadya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18284312598351426962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12327684.post-2337334578964893295</id><published>2007-11-02T19:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-02T04:39:03.821-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I somehow made it through the 2.4 on wednesday after being so out of shape. I need to excercise more. Pity I hate excercising so much.&lt;br /&gt;AAH. I need to learn how to ride a bike. Or, attempt, is a better word. There's gonna be another cycling trip with ODAC. If Marion can learn, I CAN TOO. Haha, I hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PEOPLE (the very few people who do bother to come and read my blog), PLEASE go to my links and press the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;M&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;N&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;sticker to demand for the Jonas Brothers to come to Singapore. I doubt it will seriously work, but I can try.  (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Even when the sun forgets to shine&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'll be there to hold you through the night&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;We'll be running so fast, we can fly&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And even when we're miles and miles apart&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You're still holding all of my heart&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;-Inseparable&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Jonas Brothers&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/12327684-2337334578964893295?l=darkdepressions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkdepressions.blogspot.com/feeds/2337334578964893295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12327684&amp;postID=2337334578964893295' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12327684/posts/default/2337334578964893295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12327684/posts/default/2337334578964893295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkdepressions.blogspot.com/2007/11/i-somehow-made-it-through-2.html' title=''/><author><name>Nadya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18284312598351426962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12327684.post-6495840097837482252</id><published>2007-10-28T14:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-28T23:16:38.389-07:00</updated><title type='text'>WALKOUT!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_5YcuUgeWpZA/RyV6lJoRwXI/AAAAAAAAAAk/NyURcPFs8As/s1600-h/walkout.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126638529489781106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_5YcuUgeWpZA/RyV6lJoRwXI/AAAAAAAAAAk/NyURcPFs8As/s320/walkout.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12327684-6495840097837482252?l=darkdepressions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkdepressions.blogspot.com/feeds/6495840097837482252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12327684&amp;postID=6495840097837482252' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12327684/posts/default/6495840097837482252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12327684/posts/default/6495840097837482252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkdepressions.blogspot.com/2007/10/walkout.html' title='WALKOUT!'/><author><name>Nadya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18284312598351426962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_5YcuUgeWpZA/RyV6lJoRwXI/AAAAAAAAAAk/NyURcPFs8As/s72-c/walkout.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12327684.post-3540211262947903222</id><published>2007-10-27T22:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-27T07:20:36.332-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_5YcuUgeWpZA/RyNHj5oRwWI/AAAAAAAAAAc/gEd3E-0BXQM/s1600-h/1024920266_0b515e240b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126019482968506722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_5YcuUgeWpZA/RyNHj5oRwWI/AAAAAAAAAAc/gEd3E-0BXQM/s320/1024920266_0b515e240b.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; NICK JONAS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, anyway, school's out now. There was a whole bunch of girls crying and stuff. Took a whole bunch of pictures. I am so so so definately gonna miss 2/7.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Time for me to fly&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Time for me to soar&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Time for me to open up my heart and knock on heaven's door&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;-Time For Me To Fly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Jonas Brothers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12327684-3540211262947903222?l=darkdepressions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkdepressions.blogspot.com/feeds/3540211262947903222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12327684&amp;postID=3540211262947903222' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12327684/posts/default/3540211262947903222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12327684/posts/default/3540211262947903222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkdepressions.blogspot.com/2007/10/nick-jonas-haha-anyway-schools-out-now.html' title=''/><author><name>Nadya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18284312598351426962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_5YcuUgeWpZA/RyNHj5oRwWI/AAAAAAAAAAc/gEd3E-0BXQM/s72-c/1024920266_0b515e240b.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12327684.post-5077116191707613392</id><published>2007-10-23T20:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-23T05:55:25.979-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;When you look me in the eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;I catch a glimpse of heaven&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#993399;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY &lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;MARION&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got back my level rank. And I'm confused as hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;If the heart is always searching&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Can you ever find a home?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;- When You Look Me In The Eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Jonas Bothers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12327684-5077116191707613392?l=darkdepressions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkdepressions.blogspot.com/feeds/5077116191707613392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12327684&amp;postID=5077116191707613392' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12327684/posts/default/5077116191707613392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12327684/posts/default/5077116191707613392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkdepressions.blogspot.com/2007/10/when-you-look-me-in-eyes-i-catch.html' title=''/><author><name>Nadya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18284312598351426962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12327684.post-7163669529379879368</id><published>2007-10-20T18:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-20T04:59:43.963-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Some interesting stuff i got off marion's blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nerdtests.com/nt2ref.html"&gt;&lt;img alt="NerdTests.com says I'm a Kinda Dorky History / Lit Geek.  What are you?  Click here!" src="http://www.nerdtests.com/images/badge/nt2/efc59aba038fad53.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;RED&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Closest red thing to you?&lt;/strong&gt; a packet of some indonesian snack&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. Has anyone ever cheated on you in a relationship?&lt;/strong&gt; no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. Last thing to make you mad?&lt;/strong&gt; people thinking im stupid to want to go to 3/10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4. Are you a fan of romance?&lt;/strong&gt; yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5. Have you ever been in love?&lt;/strong&gt; nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6. Do you have a temper?&lt;/strong&gt; yeap. sadly enough&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;ORANGE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;1. Closest orange thing to you?&lt;/strong&gt; the same pack fo snacks (it's really colourful!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. Do you like to burn things?&lt;/strong&gt; cheap things. like paper. or cucumbers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. Do you dress up for Halloween? &lt;/strong&gt;no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4. Are you usually a warm-hearted person?&lt;/strong&gt; haha! depends, really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5. Do you prefer the single life or the security of a relationship?&lt;/strong&gt; both i think. depends on how old i am at that time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6 What would your superpower be?&lt;/strong&gt; OH i want to be able to walk through walls while invisible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;YELLOW&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;1. Closest yellow thing to you?&lt;/strong&gt; the same pack of snack. (it's spicy so its all colourful)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. The happiest time[s] of your life?&lt;/strong&gt; probably in jln rajah. or now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. Favorite holiday?&lt;/strong&gt; cccchristmas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4. Are you a coward?&lt;/strong&gt; NO way. i hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5. Do you burn or tan?&lt;/strong&gt; tan, then burn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6. Do you want children?&lt;/strong&gt; haha, yes. i wouldnt want to grow up alone. maybe I'll even adopt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7. What makes you feel warm and safe?&lt;/strong&gt; my friends and smokey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;GREEN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;1. Closest green thing to you?&lt;/strong&gt; a pair of scissors&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. Do you care about the environment?&lt;/strong&gt; yes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. Are you jealous of anyone right now?&lt;/strong&gt; no. yes. no. don't think so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4. Are you a lucky person?&lt;/strong&gt; generally no. im either very very lucky or very very unlucky at different times. nothing in between so i guess thats unlucky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5. Do you always want what you can’t have?&lt;/strong&gt; all the time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6. Think of six green things that make you happy:&lt;/strong&gt; nature, money, palm trees and thats all i can think of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7. Are you Irish?&lt;/strong&gt; no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;BLUE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Closest blue thing to you?&lt;/strong&gt; my shorts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. Are you good at calming people down?&lt;/strong&gt; i like to think i am. but thats not for me to judge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. Do you like the sea?&lt;/strong&gt; yes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4. What was the last thing that made you cry?&lt;/strong&gt; hah. oh my mum. as in scolding me and accusing me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5. Are you a logical thinker?&lt;/strong&gt; unfortunately yes. im too skeptical for my own good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6. Can you sleep easily?&lt;/strong&gt; yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7. Do you prefer the beach or the woods?&lt;/strong&gt; beach!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;PURPLE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. Closest purple thing to you?&lt;/strong&gt; the flower pattern on some box.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. Like being treated to expensive things?&lt;/strong&gt; yes and no. ex things make me feel guilty but they are nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. Do you like mysterious things?&lt;/strong&gt; yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4. Ever met anyone in royalty?&lt;/strong&gt; does kat count? haha, i guess not. (she's realted to some russian royal person)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5. Are you creative?&lt;/strong&gt; yes! i think so!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6. Are you a lonely person?&lt;/strong&gt; no. i don't think so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;PINK&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. Closest pink thing to you?&lt;/strong&gt; the happy house ladybird on the sofa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. Do you like sweet things?&lt;/strong&gt; yes. most of the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. Like play-fighting?&lt;/strong&gt; yes. i do it all the time with my cat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4. Are you sensitive?&lt;/strong&gt; haha, yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5. Do you like punk music?&lt;/strong&gt; not really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6. What is your favorite flower?&lt;/strong&gt; lilies!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7. Does anyone have a crush on you?&lt;/strong&gt; maybe? i wouldnt know. haha, no la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BLACK&lt;br /&gt;1. Closest black thing to you?&lt;/strong&gt; mouse and keyboard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. Do you like morbid things?&lt;/strong&gt; hell no!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. Do you like being underground?&lt;/strong&gt; no.no.no.no.no.no.no.no.no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4. Are you afraid of death?&lt;/strong&gt; not so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5. Do you prefer neutral or vibrant colors?&lt;/strong&gt; vibrant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7. What’s your favorite text ever?&lt;/strong&gt; OHOHOH the text where my brother says ' A*for english? no wonder you win' after i told him i beat him for PSLE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Think of all the joy you'd find&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;When you leave the world behind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12327684-7163669529379879368?l=darkdepressions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkdepressions.blogspot.com/feeds/7163669529379879368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12327684&amp;postID=7163669529379879368' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12327684/posts/default/7163669529379879368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12327684/posts/default/7163669529379879368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkdepressions.blogspot.com/2007/10/some-quiz-i-took-off-marions-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>Nadya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18284312598351426962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12327684.post-2738134243330854863</id><published>2007-10-15T21:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-15T06:24:03.539-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hold On</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="250" width="325"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/xo0bpPbiUlM"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/xo0bpPbiUlM" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="250" width="325"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Cause an empty room can be so loud&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;There's too many tears to drown them  out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;So hold on, hold on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;When you love someone and they break your heart  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Don't give up on love &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Have faith restart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Just hold on&lt;br /&gt;Hold on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12327684-2738134243330854863?l=darkdepressions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkdepressions.blogspot.com/feeds/2738134243330854863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12327684&amp;postID=2738134243330854863' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12327684/posts/default/2738134243330854863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12327684/posts/default/2738134243330854863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkdepressions.blogspot.com/2007/10/hold-on.html' title='Hold On'/><author><name>Nadya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18284312598351426962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12327684.post-6741504662777919257</id><published>2007-10-10T23:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-10T08:15:31.511-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;WHAT TIME IS IT?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, technically, it's not summertime. Quite the opposite actually. I felt like shouting it out after the teacher said:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, you all can go now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Vivo the first time (apart from the maths trail) with Katrina, Marion and Regina. Regina was acting like a stalker was following us in the Mrt. But of course, there wasn't.&lt;br /&gt;Had a hell lot of fun. Walked round so many times. Regina wanted to stay and watch the soundless video of KT Tunstall at the electronics store. We went into the pet store and stayed there for an hour. I love the huge-mongous scratching post that is so tall it probably won't be able to fit in my house. We went to coffee bean and ate the mud pie and blueberry cheesecake. It tasted so good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;INTRODUCING MISS STATIC-KY. Haha. Regina kept running away from me and Kat kept telling me to stay away from her. For some reason I was so static-ky today. Kept 'electrocuting' them.&lt;br /&gt;Kat and I are seriously twins. I bet we could pull it off on someone who doesn't know us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bought Red Licourice from Cany Empire. It tastes so good. Well, a lot better than the black one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Took me back to the house in the backyard tree&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Said you’d beat me up you were bigger than me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;You never did, you never did&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;-  &lt;/em&gt;Mary's song&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Taylor Swift&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12327684-6741504662777919257?l=darkdepressions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkdepressions.blogspot.com/feeds/6741504662777919257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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going out to forget they were together</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;She’s going out to forget they were together&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;All that time he was taking her for granted&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;She wants to see if there’s more&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Than he gave she’s looking for&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;He calls her up&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;He’s tripping on the phone &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Now he doesn’t want her out there and alone&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Now he knows she’s moving it&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Knows she’s using it&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Now he’s loosing it&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;She don’t care&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Everybody&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Put up your hands, say&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I don’t wanna be in love, I don’t wanna be in love&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Feel the beat now&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;If you’ve got nothing left, say&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I don’t wanna be in love, I don’t wanna be in love&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Back it up now&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You’ve got a reason to live, say&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I don’t wanna be in love, I don’t wanna be in love&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Feeling good now&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Don’t be afraid to get down, say&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I don’t wanna be in love, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I don’t wanna be in love&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12327684-1217210482713355055?l=darkdepressions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkdepressions.blogspot.com/feeds/1217210482713355055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12327684.post-3337162776250226546</id><published>2007-08-30T18:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-30T03:27:28.789-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Can't Let It Go</title><content type='html'>MY 165th POST.&lt;br /&gt;Haha. Never really realised my blog has lasted this long.&lt;br /&gt;Hmm. I smell Lakerol. There is the open packet next to me. &lt;em&gt;Un&lt;/em&gt;fortunately it's finished. But the smell still lingers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exams are over! I'm satisfied with everything except Maths. Screwed up everything. I actually recognised most of the graph questions before but I completely forgot how to do! I even momentarily forgot how to plot! Not even the difficult bits but plotting!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I changed back to my old old old blogskin after looking round blogskins for a new, brighter looking one. The background is Burano! Imagine living in a lime green house. Wouldn't that be &lt;em&gt;cool&lt;/em&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My blog is deader than I thought. Only the loyal Priscilla comes to tag (which I know she's going to tag again after reading this). Nevermind. Hopefully in 10 years time I'll come back to this blog and reminisce. Only just because I'm too lazy to write down events in a diary. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EXPEDITION last Saturday. Miss Teo partnered us this time, and I got partnered with STITCH (Vanessa). Not bad altogether. We actually parked just a few metres from where I scraped my toe! Such a really unforgetable, eventful day. I still have the scar.&lt;br /&gt;Got seasick halfway. For the first time in my life. I guess must be the waves and the scorching heat. Funnily enough, the moment I got off the kayak into the cold sea and touched the ground, my headache had gone instantly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;You said you'd light a candle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;And you'd say a prayer for me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I feel the light has dimmed and gone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;- Can't Let It Go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Goo Goo Dolls&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Some days I can't believe, others I'm on my knees&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Trying to be heard.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12327684-3337162776250226546?l=darkdepressions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkdepressions.blogspot.com/feeds/3337162776250226546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12327684&amp;postID=3337162776250226546' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12327684/posts/default/3337162776250226546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12327684/posts/default/3337162776250226546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkdepressions.blogspot.com/2007/08/cant-let-it-go.html' title='Can&apos;t Let It Go'/><author><name>Nadya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18284312598351426962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12327684.post-8251173548966905711</id><published>2007-08-16T17:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-16T02:24:04.500-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;And hold on before it's too late&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;We'll run 'til we leave this behind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Don't fall, just be who you are &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;It's all that we need in our lives&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My arms ache so much. I can't straighten my elbows. Thanks to raft building yesterday. Kinda fun. But the raft was so heavy, but at least it didn't fall apart. The barrels just sorta popped up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The beach was so dirty and the slipway was really really steep. There were like bricks, rocks, glass, bottles and a whole lot of rubbish all over the beahc. I wonder how we're gonna launch off for the expedition next week with all the rocks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm so obsessed with Goo Goo Dolls so far. The album 'Let Love In' has the best damn songs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Everyone's so stressing over Promenade nowdays. Only half the class showed up for class today. Happened for most of the classes. I watched Promenade on Tuesday. It was so damn nice!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm not getting enough sleep. My work is so chaotic. Fell asleep for the second time during chinese today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eeeeeeh. I can't even sleep in during the weekends anymore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'll stay with you &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The walls will fall before we do &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Take my hand now &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;We'll run forever&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;-Stay With You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Goo Goo Doll&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099224692879031682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_5YcuUgeWpZA/RsQV12D0fYI/AAAAAAAAAAU/m_KirE4BCwI/s320/7sunlitdays.png" 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title=''/><author><name>Nadya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18284312598351426962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_5YcuUgeWpZA/RsQV12D0fYI/AAAAAAAAAAU/m_KirE4BCwI/s72-c/7sunlitdays.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12327684.post-7353141316127474090</id><published>2007-08-12T22:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-12T07:16:19.972-07:00</updated><title type='text'>forgiveness</title><content type='html'>Forgiveness is special&lt;br /&gt;And often hard to give&lt;br /&gt;It's usually never something real&lt;br /&gt;But helps to make you live&lt;br /&gt;You understood me&lt;br /&gt;Even though you never said a word&lt;br /&gt;The both of you made me see&lt;br /&gt;The two of you may be different&lt;br /&gt;But I think that you'd be proud&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forgiveness is something that you gave me&lt;br /&gt;Even after years&lt;br /&gt;I never learnt my lesson&lt;br /&gt;Until I saw your tears&lt;br /&gt;Then now I think I understand&lt;br /&gt;Even though we're no longer such good friends&lt;br /&gt;So now I thank you once again&lt;br /&gt;For giving me one more chance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forgiveness was what you taught me&lt;br /&gt;Even though you never cared&lt;br /&gt;You ate your words and told me wrong&lt;br /&gt;You lied and didn't care&lt;br /&gt;But now I think you're right&lt;br /&gt;And I'll live with that in mind&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for leaving&lt;br /&gt;And now that I've lived on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's time to thank the both of you&lt;br /&gt;For teaching me right&lt;br /&gt;And wrong&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12327684-7353141316127474090?l=darkdepressions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkdepressions.blogspot.com/feeds/7353141316127474090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12327684&amp;postID=7353141316127474090' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12327684/posts/default/7353141316127474090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12327684/posts/default/7353141316127474090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkdepressions.blogspot.com/2007/08/forgiveness.html' title='forgiveness'/><author><name>Nadya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18284312598351426962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12327684.post-1877883130176222866</id><published>2007-08-10T05:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-10T05:30:34.464-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;When someone said 3 years from now&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You'd be long gone&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'd stand up and punch them out&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cause they're all wrong&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IT'S A MIRACLE. I HAVE UPDATED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been so long now. Oh, I'm also very very black! More kayaking tomorrow. The last assessment! A 6k journey to the Marina Bay. What fun..&lt;br /&gt;I capsized so many times and I felt so burnt the other day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel so dead nowadays. Don't really feel like updating.&lt;br /&gt;so I guess I'll stop. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;There's nothing we can do about&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The things we have to live without&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The only way to feel again&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Is let love in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;- Let Love In&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Goo Goo Dolls&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12327684-1877883130176222866?l=darkdepressions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkdepressions.blogspot.com/feeds/1877883130176222866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12327684&amp;postID=1877883130176222866' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12327684/posts/default/1877883130176222866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12327684/posts/default/1877883130176222866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkdepressions.blogspot.com/2007/08/when-someone-said-3-years-from-now-youd.html' title=''/><author><name>Nadya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18284312598351426962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12327684.post-3040774659414947376</id><published>2007-08-01T21:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-01T06:58:21.870-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Who Knew</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Remember when we were such fools&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;And so convinced and just too cool&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Oh no&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;No no&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;I wish I could touch you again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;I wish I could still call you friend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;I'd give anything&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;When someone said count your blessings now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;For they're long gone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;I guess I just didn't know how&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;I was all wrong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;They knew better&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Still you said forever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;And ever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Who knew&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RAHH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been so long since I updated. Roughly a month Cause I'm so busy studying. Not like I have any choice anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I now spend my chinese periods playing hangman with Cassie and sometimes Elizabeth. Cassie damn pro. She can guess the movie 'Lost in Transaltion with just the letters 'i' and 'n'. Ohh, and the clue that it's starring Scarlett Johannson (spelt something like that) and some old guy (which turned out to be Bill Murray).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got jammed after writing one line of the newspaper report yesterday and had to re-do it 3 times because it was all so unsatisfactory. Chinese was ok.&lt;br /&gt;My God, I'm going broke. There's so much I want to buy but obviously, have no money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went for the rock climbing and belaying thing last wednesday. I still remembered how to belay . Having Miss Teo shout at you for 5 minutes is enough to make anyone remember. &amp;amp; I reached the top of the rock wall again!! My legs were trembling so bad when I was climbing.&lt;br /&gt;CIP was on Saturday and there the walk a thon. 5K. Walked past Kallang River. Made me realise that I kinda missed dragonboating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 STAR KAYAKING THIS WEEKEND. Gonna miss Choir, church and cat class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Taxi driver, can I hitch a ride?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Anywhere but home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I'm looking for an alibi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;A reason to stay gone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;- Along the Way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Ashley Parker Angel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Scratch my name on concrete stars&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12327684-3040774659414947376?l=darkdepressions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkdepressions.blogspot.com/feeds/3040774659414947376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12327684&amp;postID=3040774659414947376' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12327684/posts/default/3040774659414947376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12327684/posts/default/3040774659414947376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkdepressions.blogspot.com/2007/08/who-knew.html' title='Who Knew'/><author><name>Nadya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18284312598351426962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12327684.post-174424768547139932</id><published>2007-07-11T21:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-11T06:36:19.876-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;What's a dad for, Dad?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tell me why I'm here, Dad?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Whisper in my ear that &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm growing up to be a better man, Dad&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Everything is fine dad&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Proud that you are mine, Dad&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cause I know I'm growing up to be a better man&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Father I will always be&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;That same boy that stood by the sea&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And watched you tower over me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Now I'm older &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I wanna be the same as you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;What's a dad for, Dad?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Taught me how to stand, Dad&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Took me by the hand &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And you showed me how to be a bigger man, Dad&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Listen when you talk, Dad&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Follow where you walk, Dad&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And you know that I will always do the best I can&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life of a Salesman&lt;br /&gt;Yellowcard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Opened up my eyes, Dad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Glad to call you my Dad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Thank you for my life, Dad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div 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title=''/><author><name>Nadya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18284312598351426962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12327684.post-656078128338465939</id><published>2007-07-02T20:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-02T05:25:08.272-07:00</updated><title type='text'>he wasn't</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;It feels like you're a million miles away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Flowers for Algernon' radioplay rehearsal today!&lt;br /&gt;Bernie was damn funny. She didn't know how to make a British accent so she had so many variations: Italian, African, Indian..&lt;br /&gt;Ohh, and she pronounced Miss Kinian's name as 'Mish Keenyan' and Dr Strauss's as 'Doctor As-trousers'.&lt;br /&gt;We switched around some of the roles, but however, I'm still stuck with Bert the West Indian man who has 5 lines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Found something interesting in Shar's blog, so I have decided to do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RULES:&lt;br /&gt;1. Put your music player on shuffle.&lt;br /&gt;2. For each question, press the nextbutton to get your answer.&lt;br /&gt;3. You must write that song name down no matter how silly it sounds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If someone says, "Is this okay?" You say,&lt;br /&gt;Nobody's Fool&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What would best describe your personality?&lt;br /&gt;Sk8er Boi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you like in a guy/girl?&lt;br /&gt;Sticks and Stones&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do you feel today?&lt;br /&gt;Here With Me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is your life's purpose?&lt;br /&gt;Something to Sleep to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is your motto?&lt;br /&gt;Strut&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do your friends think of you?&lt;br /&gt;The Other Side Of Me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you think of your parents?&lt;br /&gt;Do Your Own Thing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you think about very often?&lt;br /&gt;Things I'll Never Say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you think of your besties?&lt;br /&gt;Runaway&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you think of the person you like?&lt;br /&gt;Face Down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you want to be when you grow up?&lt;br /&gt;Protecting Me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you think when you see the person you like?&lt;br /&gt;Say Goodbye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do your parents think of you?&lt;br /&gt;One of Those Girls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What will you dance to at your wedding?&lt;br /&gt;She's No You&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What will they play at your funeral?&lt;br /&gt;My Happy Ending (WOAH!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is your hobby/interest?&lt;br /&gt;Start of Something New&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is your biggest fear?&lt;br /&gt;Step Up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is your biggest secret?&lt;br /&gt;Miles Apart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you think of your friends?&lt;br /&gt;Take Me Away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What song will be the subject when you repost?&lt;br /&gt;You're A God&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha. Most of the stuff is rubbish anyway. So you'll play My Happy Ending at my funeral ah? I feel so unloved.&lt;br /&gt;Hahahahaha.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;He wasn't what I wanted&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;What I thought, no&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;He isn't really what I'm looking for&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;- He Wasn't&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Avril Lavigne&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12327684-656078128338465939?l=darkdepressions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkdepressions.blogspot.com/feeds/656078128338465939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12327684&amp;postID=656078128338465939' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12327684/posts/default/656078128338465939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12327684/posts/default/656078128338465939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkdepressions.blogspot.com/2007/07/he-wasnt.html' title='he wasn&apos;t'/><author><name>Nadya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18284312598351426962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12327684.post-4588765091635184189</id><published>2007-06-29T17:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-29T02:25:48.349-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#999999;"&gt;&amp; im in too deep &amp;amp; im trying to keep above in my head&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;IJ CHAMPIONS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, we won. 2 Gold and 1 Silver. The whole morning I was trying not to think about the competition. While we were waiting to get onto the boat, my legs felt so weak. And I felt SOSOSO nervous while walking down to the pontoon. I was so afraid that if we lost, we'd drag ODAC down.&lt;br /&gt;While we rowed there, Sharon 'woke' the dragon up'. When it was time to go, I felt my arms go weak so I pushed harder. We won! By at least 1 and a half boats. The highlight was seeing all the IJ supporters and the B Div girls cheering and Xue Yun running towards us. I was so happy when we finished!!&lt;br /&gt;After that race, I felt not nervous at all because now that I've seen my other oponents rowing, I knew we could beat them&lt;br /&gt;B Div 10 girls were trying so hard to beat NJ. But we lost. That's ok, cause I know they all tried hard. We won for B 10 as well. For some reason, KC didn't come down so we only raced with Yuan Jing. I was so looking forward to racing with KC! Anyway, we won and didn't even need a charging!!&lt;br /&gt;We had prize giving and we gave out the medals like a 'ceremony' and Annecy got called 'Ecstacy', Katrina was 'the girl who cannot twist until kena scolding', Diane was 'the beautiul Miss Diane, and I was 'also the girl who cannot twist until last minute make it'.&lt;br /&gt;And as usual, we screamed really loud. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The training before that was quite eventful. We did 4 sets, 2 C  and 2 B. We all had to warm down so we easy rowed and Xue Yun made us sing songs to relax. We were the only ones who were singing so loudly and of course, people stared. We sang 'Lead Me On', the founder's day song in french and english, 'Caritas', 'Hold on to your Dream' and 'What I've Been Looking For'.&lt;br /&gt;Damn fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, school has started. Got a new science and english teacher. They're way better!&lt;br /&gt;I guess not really much changed. Ohh, I gained weight. woopdeedooo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm stronger now and I won't kneel&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Except to thank who's watching over me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;- Always Know Where You Are&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;John Rzeznik&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12327684-4588765091635184189?l=darkdepressions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkdepressions.blogspot.com/feeds/4588765091635184189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12327684&amp;postID=4588765091635184189' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12327684/posts/default/4588765091635184189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12327684/posts/default/4588765091635184189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkdepressions.blogspot.com/2007/06/im-in-too-deep-im-trying-to-keep-above.html' title=''/><author><name>Nadya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18284312598351426962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12327684.post-6906528373855807787</id><published>2007-06-20T20:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-20T05:49:07.524-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Black roses red</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Can I ask you a question please&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Promise you won't laugh at me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Honestly I'm standing here&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;A&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;fraid I'll be betrayed&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;As twisted as it seems&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I only fear love when it's in my dreams&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;So let the morning light come in &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And let the darkness fade away&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Can you turn my black roses red&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Can you turn my black roses red&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Drowning in my loneliness&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;How long must I hold my breath&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;So much emptiness inside&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I could fill the deepest sea&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I reach to the sky as the moon looks on&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;One last year has come and gone&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's time to let your love rain down on me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Can you turn my black roses red?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AH. Love this song&lt;em&gt;. Ultimate&lt;/em&gt; by Lindsay Lohan is also stuck in my head.&lt;br /&gt;Watched &lt;em&gt;Jump In!&lt;/em&gt; on Sunday. Was definately better than I expected. I like how the story was told by the baddie. The bit where they stopped the winner's announcement kinda spoiled the anticipation. But nevermind.&lt;br /&gt;At first, I only intended to put in the song. But I felt the strong urge to blog and I just HADHADHAD to update.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SERAPHINA IS COMING BACK. Just talked to her on msn. 8 July!! Can't wait. Sarah's back as well.&lt;br /&gt;The previous previous training was raining, so we stayed in and did circuit training. I hated lifting that stupid weight on a string. And the twisting with the medicine ball. The next training was B div 20. I couldn't catch up at first, then Sharon put me at the back. I definately felt better there. I like the 3rd set! At least we're improving.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and I tripped. And landed on my knee, so I can't bend it properly. I seem to be attracting all kinds of accidents lately. My toe, then my knee... Don't think I can run tomorrow. Can't even bend my knee.&lt;br /&gt;OMG. Only one training left till competition. Everytime I think about the competition, my stomach feels like as if it's being wrung by someone and hung out to dry in the sun like laundry. Then pressed with a hot iron and folded up. EEEEYURH.&lt;br /&gt;My brain has finally comprehended the fact that competition is really this Saturday. Finally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BEDOK RESERVOIR, 23 JUNE AT 1.50PM.&lt;/strong&gt; Please be there!! We need all the support we can get! Anyone and everyone can come (as long as you're not from KC).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;COME ON ODAC, WE CAN WIN GOLD RIGHT??&lt;br /&gt;Yes we can!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12327684-6906528373855807787?l=darkdepressions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkdepressions.blogspot.com/feeds/6906528373855807787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12327684&amp;postID=6906528373855807787' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12327684/posts/default/6906528373855807787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12327684/posts/default/6906528373855807787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkdepressions.blogspot.com/2007/06/black-roses-red.html' title='Black roses red'/><author><name>Nadya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18284312598351426962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12327684.post-4148481287196801940</id><published>2007-06-15T21:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-15T06:12:27.824-07:00</updated><title type='text'>you and me</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;damn this guy can make me smile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have finally dragged myself out of this stupor and updated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 trainings have passed as well as church camp.&lt;br /&gt;God, training was damn tiring yesterday. Met up in TP yesterday and ran 2.4, fetched the paddles and all. I didn't get to rest one bit yesterday. Everyone was getting switched on and off the boat. Nothing new, I guess. Starting on sets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Church camp was alright. Some talks were fine, some were boring. Too much praise and worship. My group consisted of Michelle, Sherlyn, Melissa, Nicholas, Giorgio and Nathaniel. At least I knew Michelle and Sherlyn.&lt;br /&gt;Altogether, it wasn't that bad. At least we got mattresses. I didn't expect to have any.&lt;br /&gt;The hall was freezing cold!!&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't stand it. Sherlyn is so&lt;em&gt; thick-skinned&lt;/em&gt;. She can't feel a thing even though, technically, she's skinnier than me.&lt;br /&gt;The bus ride back to church was damn funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Welcome to Jet Express. In case of an emergency, the lights at the side will light up and there are 2 emergency exits, one at the front and one at the back. We serve coffee, tea, milo, you or me at 5o cents. Of course, I'm more expensive, about $5 more... Why am I so cheap ah?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Lucas kept singing the spongebob squarepants theme song, as well as some other stupid songs. Like Rihanna's 'umbrella'. And repeating Russel Peter jokes.&lt;br /&gt;Haha, at least I made new friends. I like building the newspaper tower. The games weren't that bad. Some I really hated though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Training tomorrow in the afternoon. Intensive training has begun.&lt;br /&gt;DUNDUNDUNNNN..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"I'm tripping on words&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You got my head spinning&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I don't know where to go from here"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;- You and Me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Lifehouse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;you're the only one that leaves me completely breathless&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12327684-4148481287196801940?l=darkdepressions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkdepressions.blogspot.com/feeds/4148481287196801940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12327684&amp;postID=4148481287196801940' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12327684/posts/default/4148481287196801940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12327684/posts/default/4148481287196801940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkdepressions.blogspot.com/2007/06/you-and-me.html' title='you and me'/><author><name>Nadya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18284312598351426962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12327684.post-9005433624909847663</id><published>2007-06-06T20:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-06T05:13:58.888-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY SERAPHINA!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched Pirates of the Caribbean: At World's End today with Kat and Regina. I finally watched a movie with my friends! (Last one I watched was Chronicles of Narnia).&lt;br /&gt;Throughout the whole movie, my back kept aching. So I kept shifting positions but my back still hurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now about yesterday's training. I finally went for training!&lt;br /&gt;My toe definately better.&lt;br /&gt;There were 5 of us with no partner, coz we were short of right rowers. Soooo.. We all had to stay on shore and took turns rowing. We had to paddles up for five minutes! But thank God Sharon was in a good mood, so she only made us hold the paddle up for 2 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;Learnt a new technique today. I think it's okay I guess.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and Sharon called Annecy 'the girl with the nice watch'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I know where I stand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I know who I am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I would never run away when life goes bad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;- I Got Nerve&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Miley Cyrus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;underneath it all im just like you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12327684-9005433624909847663?l=darkdepressions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkdepressions.blogspot.com/feeds/9005433624909847663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12327684&amp;postID=9005433624909847663' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12327684/posts/default/9005433624909847663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12327684/posts/default/9005433624909847663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkdepressions.blogspot.com/2007/06/happy-birthday-seraphina-i-watched.html' title=''/><author><name>Nadya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18284312598351426962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12327684.post-2852491280913796326</id><published>2007-06-01T21:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-01T07:11:52.086-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm still here</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I am a question to the world &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Not an answer to be heard &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Or a moment that's held in your arms&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And what do you think you'd ever say &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I won't listen anyway &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You don't know me &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I'll never be what you want me to be &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And what do you think you'd understand &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm boy, no, I'm a man &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You can't take me &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;nd throw me away &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And how can you learn what's never shown &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yeah, you stand here on your own &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;They don't know me &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cause I'm not here &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I want a moment to be &lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;real&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Want to touch things I don't feel &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Wanna hold on and feel I belong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And how can the world want me to change &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;They're the ones that stay the same &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;They don't know me &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cause I'm not here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And you see the things they never see &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;All you wanted - I could be &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Now you know me and I'm not afraid&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I want to tell you who I am&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Can you help me be a man &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;They can't break me &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;As long as I know who I am &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I want a moment to be real &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Want to touch things I don't feel &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Wanna hold on and feel I belong &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And how can the world want me to change &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;They're the ones that stay the same &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;They can't see me&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But I'm still here &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;They can't tell me who to be &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;'Cause I'm not what they see &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yeah, the world is still sleepin' while I keep on dreaming for me &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And their words are just&lt;/em&gt; whispers and lies that I'll never believe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I want a moment to be real &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Want to touch things I don't feel &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Wanna hold on and feel I belong &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And how can you say I'll never change &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;They're the ones that stay the same &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm the one now &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;'Cause I'm still here &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm the one &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;'Cause I'm still here &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm still here &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm still here &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm still here&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I'm Still Here&lt;br /&gt;John Rzeznik&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#999999;"&gt;I miss you&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/12327684-2852491280913796326?l=darkdepressions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkdepressions.blogspot.com/feeds/2852491280913796326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12327684&amp;postID=2852491280913796326' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12327684/posts/default/2852491280913796326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12327684/posts/default/2852491280913796326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkdepressions.blogspot.com/2007/06/i-am-question-to-world-not-answer-to-be.html' title='I&apos;m still here'/><author><name>Nadya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18284312598351426962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12327684.post-6880585716167342523</id><published>2007-05-31T19:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-31T04:37:25.615-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's easy to forget</title><content type='html'>CHOIR OUTING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met in church with the rest and then we followed Aunty Sindy to East Coast.&lt;br /&gt;Once we got there we found a place to settle down, and then Estella, Shar, Gerald, Adelle, John, Jeremy and I went cycling! John and I shared a double bike since I couldnt cycle.&lt;br /&gt;Adelle fell while cycling and Jeremy was dehydrated so we stopped at some hawker centre to rest and cool down. I arm wrestled John! And of course, I lost. But I bet if Diane arm wrestled him he would lose.&lt;br /&gt;Next off, I scraped the skin on my toe when we were cycling damn fast and the bike sort of made this snapping noise and the paddle scraped my toe. &lt;strong&gt;Damn pain&lt;/strong&gt;. Then Adelle caught up with us and she told us she fell again. We thought she was cycling with Gerald but his tyre punctured.&lt;br /&gt;So many injuries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we came back, it was about to rain so my mum suggested coming to my house. Thank God, because it rained quite heavily afterwards.&lt;br /&gt;So everyone was at the house. And Shar, Estella, Lourdemary, Kellyn and Stephanie were in my room looking through magazines and just talking. And Estella couldn't stop talking about Zac Efron. &lt;em&gt;HA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My toe hurts so much. Especially when it comes in contact with water. How am I going to row tomorrow? I'm bound to get wet, not to mention it's&lt;strong&gt; SALT WATER&lt;/strong&gt;. Damn it.&lt;br /&gt;I'm just hoping it'll get better by tomorrow. Like the blood will dry up and sort of cover it or something.&lt;br /&gt;Eeeeeeeeeeeh....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I can tell that you don't know me anymore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;It's easy to forget&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;- One Year Six Months&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Yellowcard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12327684-6880585716167342523?l=darkdepressions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkdepressions.blogspot.com/feeds/6880585716167342523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12327684&amp;postID=6880585716167342523' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12327684/posts/default/6880585716167342523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12327684/posts/default/6880585716167342523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkdepressions.blogspot.com/2007/05/its-easy-to-forget.html' title='It&apos;s easy to forget'/><author><name>Nadya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18284312598351426962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12327684.post-5619598897940505320</id><published>2007-05-30T21:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-30T06:53:23.956-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You found me</title><content type='html'>WENT SWIMMING TODAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Intentionally planned to jog with Galistan, Regina and Marion, but Regina and Marion had remedial and in the end, it &lt;em&gt;rained&lt;/em&gt;. Quite heavily, actually.&lt;br /&gt;So we spent the whole morning (not really the whole morning really, about 2 hours) watching 'On the Lot' and parts of 'The Lizzie Mcguire Movie' and doing our nails. Painted them silver the day before while waiting for the internet pages to load. And Galistan had this stamp-on thingy. So cool!!&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and I spilled about half of her nail polish remover on my feet, her knee and the floor because I didnt realise it didn't have a sort of stopper like mine did.&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;em&gt;So cold&lt;/em&gt;!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon after, Marion and Regina arrived! Then we went swimming.&lt;br /&gt;And now I am &lt;strong&gt;black&lt;/strong&gt;. Not tanned, no. &lt;em&gt;BLACK&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I am so freaking dark right now. And it's not helping that I'll be having Dragonboat trainings soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watched Hoot last night. It's about this bare-footed outlaw, Mullet Fingers, who keeps playing pranks on a construction sight who wants to destroy the home of the Burrowing Owl. Soon, his step-sister, Beatrice the bear, and her friend, Roy, are helping to save the owls.&lt;br /&gt;It's a damn nice movie. IT'S A MUST WATCH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New blogskin!! Took out parts of some other skin, found the picture and got Marion to photoshop it for me a bit. Re-arranged everything and VOILA. :D Thanks Marion!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I keep hearing bagpipes playing. I think it's coming from ACS somewhere.&lt;br /&gt;Choir outing tomorrow!! Can't wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;You found me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;When no one else was looking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;How did you know?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;- You Found Me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Kelly Clarkson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12327684-5619598897940505320?l=darkdepressions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkdepressions.blogspot.com/feeds/5619598897940505320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12327684&amp;postID=5619598897940505320' title='0 Comments'/><link 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that we'd be the best of friends&lt;br /&gt;Tell me and promise that we'd be tight til the end&lt;br /&gt;That you'd be there to catch me when I fall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where'd you go&lt;br /&gt;Did you honestly think I wouldn't know&lt;br /&gt;You closed the door behind your back&lt;br /&gt;Leaving a small crack&lt;br /&gt;For what's left of you to come back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I liked you the way you were&lt;br /&gt;When we'd laugh at them and when you promised you'd never be like that&lt;br /&gt;Now you got your friends and I got mine&lt;br /&gt;What happened to what I thought would be the best friendship?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where'd you go&lt;br /&gt;Did you honestly think I wouldn't know&lt;br /&gt;You closed the door behind your back&lt;br /&gt;Leaving a small crack&lt;br /&gt;For what's left of you to come back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You told me that we'd always be there for each other&lt;br /&gt;Told me that I'll always have you next to me&lt;br /&gt;Your promises are left broken under your feet&lt;br /&gt;Just like our memories together&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where'd you go&lt;br /&gt;Did you honestly think I wouldn't know&lt;br /&gt;You closed the door behind your back&lt;br /&gt;Leavign a small crack&lt;br /&gt;For what's left of you to come back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Minutes by minutes&lt;br /&gt;Inch by inch&lt;br /&gt;The door closes and now you've completely &lt;strong&gt;gone&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Why did you believe so much?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Couldn't you have just put some faith into you and me&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/12327684-4095824595083717697?l=darkdepressions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12327684.post-6910843808326543460</id><published>2007-05-25T22:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-25T07:21:55.719-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Complicated</title><content type='html'>HOLIDAYS HAVE STARTED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And DB school team trainings have begun. Rowing the B Boat is way easier (but just as tough) as C Boat. I guess the water is lighter and such.&lt;br /&gt;I am so worried about this year's competition. More schools are joining up and we're less than a month away from the race. WE'RE SO NOT READY.&lt;br /&gt;I have to start building up my strength and endurance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regina's going to Europe!!! I am so jealous. She gets to go to Europe while Diane and I are stuck here with trainings. At least I'm not as bad as Diane, since I don't have guitar practices.&lt;br /&gt;Even Marion is going to Bangkok!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;You're making me laugh out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;When you strike a pose&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Take off all your preppy clothes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;You know you're not fooling anyone &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;When you become somebody else&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;- Complicated &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Avril Lavigne&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12327684-6910843808326543460?l=darkdepressions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkdepressions.blogspot.com/feeds/6910843808326543460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12327684&amp;postID=6910843808326543460' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12327684/posts/default/6910843808326543460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12327684/posts/default/6910843808326543460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkdepressions.blogspot.com/2007/05/complicated.html' title='Complicated'/><author><name>Nadya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18284312598351426962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12327684.post-6128071797446111870</id><published>2007-05-16T22:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-16T07:36:08.347-07:00</updated><title type='text'>if We Were A Movie</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Lying here with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Listening to the rain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Smiling just to see the smile upon your face&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;These are the moments I thank God that I'm alive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;These are the moments I'll remember all my life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;I found all I've waited for&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;And I could not ask for more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Looking in your eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Seeing all I need&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Everything you are is everything to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;These are the moments I know heaven must exist&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;These are the moments I know all I need is this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;I have all I've waited for&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;And I could not ask for more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;I Could Not Ask For More&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Edwin McCain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a amazing song. I looove Edwin McCain's songs.&lt;br /&gt;Checking of scripts today. Did alright I suppose, except maybe geography. Maybe doing badly in it runs in the family.&lt;br /&gt;I was so bored, I went to sleep twice. Oh, and I had a wrestling match with Cassandra over her bag.  It took up quite a considerable amount of time. And it was amusing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had ODAC today. Ran 2.4 and I felt like dying. I havent ran in ages and now I feel soooo tired. I really need to get my stamina up. Did some grocery shopping of fruits and then went home and my arms feel like a monkey's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;If we were a movie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;You'd be the right guy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;And I'd be the best friend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;That you'd fall in love with&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;- If We Were A Movie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;Miley Cyrus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12327684-6128071797446111870?l=darkdepressions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkdepressions.blogspot.com/feeds/6128071797446111870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12327684&amp;postID=6128071797446111870' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12327684/posts/default/6128071797446111870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12327684/posts/default/6128071797446111870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkdepressions.blogspot.com/2007/05/if-we-were-movie.html' title='if We Were A Movie'/><author><name>Nadya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18284312598351426962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12327684.post-1447416017810292072</id><published>2007-05-13T17:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-13T02:41:55.012-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Be strong, Believe</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Think about the love inside the strength of heart&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Think about the heroes saving life in the dark&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Climbing higher through the fire, time was running out&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Never knowing you weren't going to be coming down alive&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But you still came back for me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You were strong and you believed&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Everything is gonna be alright&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Everything is gonna be alright&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Everything is gonna be alright&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Be strong. Believe.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Be strong. Believe.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Think about the chance I never had to say&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Thank you for giving up your life that day&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Never fearing, only hearing voices calling out&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Let it all go, the life that you know, just to bring it down alive&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And you still came back for me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You were strong and you believed&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Everything is gonna be alright&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Everything is gonna be alright&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Everything is gonna be alright&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Be strong. Believe.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Believe&lt;br /&gt;Yellowcard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#666666;"&gt;I'm better off without you anyway&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#666666;"&gt;I thought it would be hard but I'm ok&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12327684-1447416017810292072?l=darkdepressions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkdepressions.blogspot.com/feeds/1447416017810292072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12327684&amp;postID=1447416017810292072' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12327684/posts/default/1447416017810292072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12327684/posts/default/1447416017810292072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkdepressions.blogspot.com/2007/05/be-strong-believe.html' title='Be strong, Believe'/><author><name>Nadya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18284312598351426962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12327684.post-7351037108094941128</id><published>2007-05-11T15:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-11T00:58:20.498-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;'Sort of &lt;/em&gt;exciting&lt;em&gt; isn't it? Breaking the rules?'&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watched the OOTP trailer. It's so cool! I can't wait to see it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a haircut with Galistan yesterday. I look weird. We baked cookies in the morning and then went to sembawang. When we were waiting for it to bake, Marion and Regina were singing to Cupid's Chokehold (well, trying to, at the very least)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Take a look at my girlfriend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;She's the only one I got&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Badadada!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life's quite boring right now. My maid went home again so now we'll be eating chicken rice for the next 2 weeks.&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes. I changed my blogskin again! A lot better. Looks cleaned up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;So she said what's the problem baby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;What's the problem I don't know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;Well maybe I'm in love &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;Think about it every time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;I think about it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;Can't stop thinking 'bout it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;- Accidentally in Love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Counting Crows&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;'Who are you and what have you done with Hermione Granger?'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12327684-7351037108094941128?l=darkdepressions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkdepressions.blogspot.com/feeds/7351037108094941128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12327684&amp;postID=7351037108094941128' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12327684/posts/default/7351037108094941128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12327684/posts/default/7351037108094941128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkdepressions.blogspot.com/2007/05/sort-of-exciting-isnt-it-breaking-rules.html' title=''/><author><name>Nadya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18284312598351426962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12327684.post-1968690094322055433</id><published>2007-05-09T21:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-09T06:08:20.189-07:00</updated><title type='text'>may angels lead you in</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;so come over here and tell me what I wanna hear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EXAMS ARE OVER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did quite alright for most of the subjects. excpet maybe chinese. And art. I shouldn't have sat at a place with a black coin purse to draw. it's impossible to colour in or shade when it's BLACK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Diane, Regina and Marion came to my house today.. (:&lt;br /&gt;Had a lot of fun, mostly looked through my magazines.&lt;br /&gt;ODAC trip has been cancelled. NOOO... And training starts next week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Falling head over heels&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Thought I knew how it feels&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;But with you it's like the first day of my life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;- Speechless&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;The Veronicas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#999999;"&gt;If you were with me tonight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#999999;"&gt; I'd sing to you just one more time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12327684-1968690094322055433?l=darkdepressions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkdepressions.blogspot.com/feeds/1968690094322055433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12327684&amp;postID=1968690094322055433' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12327684/posts/default/1968690094322055433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12327684/posts/default/1968690094322055433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkdepressions.blogspot.com/2007/05/may-angels-lead-you-in.html' title='may angels lead you in'/><author><name>Nadya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18284312598351426962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12327684.post-5188365829186839879</id><published>2007-05-04T03:11:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-04T03:15:03.265-07:00</updated><title type='text'>it's so contagious.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Where are the hopes&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Where are the dreams&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;My cinderella story scene&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quick update. Havent played for so long. I kinda feel guilty becuase i'm supposed to be studying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, History was fine, and a lot easier than I expected. Chinese letterwriting was quite a disaster because I basically repeated the same thing but in different words. Compo was ok though.&lt;br /&gt;New skin! I like this one and I edited a whole lot of it. There's going to be an ODAC overseas camp! I cannot wait to go. just one more moth to go...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bought Avril Lavigne's new album already. It's DAMN nice. I especially like the songs ' I can do better', 'Contagious', 'Runaway' and 'Innocence'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;I just wanna scream and lose control&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Through my hands up and let it go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Forget about everything and runaway&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;I found a place so safe &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Not a single tear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;The first time in my life and now it's so clear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;I hate you now so go away from me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;You're gone, so long&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;I can do better, I can do better&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Hey, hey you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;I found myself again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;That's why you're gone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;I can do better, I can do better&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;It's so contagious&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I cannot get it out of my mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;It's so outragious&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;You make me feel so high all the time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;- Contagious&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Avril Lavigne&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#999999;"&gt;You're so contagious&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12327684-5188365829186839879?l=darkdepressions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkdepressions.blogspot.com/feeds/5188365829186839879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12327684&amp;postID=5188365829186839879' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12327684/posts/default/5188365829186839879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12327684/posts/default/5188365829186839879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkdepressions.blogspot.com/2007/05/its-so-contagious.html' title='it&apos;s so contagious.'/><author><name>Nadya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18284312598351426962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12327684.post-3769938823895164798</id><published>2007-04-14T21:24:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-14T06:31:31.375-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Love, me</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Wish I could tell you there's a twist&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Some sort of hero in disguise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;IJ&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;FIESTA &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Wanted to update last night but the internet wasn't responding and the window closed, along with my post.&lt;br /&gt;Got my fiesta shirt all splattered on by the paint from the ODAC booth. What a beautuful myriad of colours. Oh, I think I got 2 drops of paint in my mouth during the time. Can't remember when.&lt;br /&gt;It's dangerous standing next to Li Jin in the game. People keep aiming at her! Oh, and someone threw a bucket of whater at her and got me in the process. Xin Pei got hit on the top of her head by a blue sponge and a trickle of paint went right down the middle of her face!&lt;br /&gt;Pretty fun altogether. Caught a ton of fish, cut my fingers when I was trying to open the fish container.. etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;I read a note my Grandma wrote&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;Back in 1923&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;Grandpa kept it in his coat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;And he showed it once to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;He said&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;Boy you might not understand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;But a long long time ago&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;Grandma's daddy didn't like me none&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;But I loved your Grandma so&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;We had this crazy plan to meet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;And run away together&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;Get married in the first town we came to and live forever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;But nailed to the tree where we were supposed to meet instead&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;I found this letter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;And this is what it said&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;If you get there before I do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;Don't give up on me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;I'll meet you when my chores are through&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;I don't know how long I'll be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;But I'm not gonna let you down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;Darling wait and see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;And between now and then&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;Until I see you again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;I'll be loving you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;Love, me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;I read those words just hours before&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;My Grandma passed away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;In the doorway of a church&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;Where me and Grandpa stopped to pray&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;I know I've never seen him cry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;In all my fifteen years&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;But as he said these words to her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;His eyes filled up with tears&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;If you get there before I do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;Don't give up on me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;I'll meet you when my chores are through&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;I don't know how long I'll be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;But i'm not gonna let you down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;Darling wait and see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;And between now and then&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;Until I see you again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;I'll be loving you .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;Love, me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;And between now and then&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;Until I see you again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;I'll be loving you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;Love, me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;- Love, me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;Collin Raye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12327684-3769938823895164798?l=darkdepressions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkdepressions.blogspot.com/feeds/3769938823895164798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12327684&amp;postID=3769938823895164798' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12327684/posts/default/3769938823895164798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12327684/posts/default/3769938823895164798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkdepressions.blogspot.com/2007/04/love-me_14.html' title='Love, me'/><author><name>Nadya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18284312598351426962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12327684.post-3891213225774715243</id><published>2007-04-05T22:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-05T07:13:19.219-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Somehow I know I will find a way &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;To a brighter day &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;In the sun &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Somewhere I know that he waits for me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Someday soon he'll see &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;I'm the one &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;I won't give up on this feeling &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;And nothing could keep me away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Cause I still believe in destiny &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;That you and I were meant to be &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;I still wish on the stars as they fall from above &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;'Cause I still believe &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Believe in love &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;I know what's real cannot be denied&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Although it may hide for a while &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;With just one touch, love can calm your fears &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Turning all your tears &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Into smiles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;It's such a wonderous feeling &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;I know that my heart can't be wrong &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Cause i still believe in destiny &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;That you and I were meant to be &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;I still wish on the stars as they fall from above &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Cause i still believe &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Believe in love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Enough to make miracles change everything &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Lift you from the darkness and make your heart sing &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Love is forever when you fall &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;It's the greatest power of all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Oh I still believe in destiny &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;That you and I were meant to be &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;I still wish on the stars as they fall from above &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Cause i still believe &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Believe in love &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Yes I still believe &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Believe in love &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;I still believe in love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt; I still believe &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Believe, in love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I Still Believe&lt;br /&gt;Hayden Panettiere&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Love me for me, and not someone I will never be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12327684-3891213225774715243?l=darkdepressions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkdepressions.blogspot.com/feeds/3891213225774715243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12327684&amp;postID=3891213225774715243' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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Went alright I guess. I'm so proud of my shuttle run! Improved by 1 second. Really proud of my sit and reach and standing broad jump. I did really badly for my IPU. My right shoulder got injured from sliiping and slamming right into the edge of the door, so I used my left arm mostly. And now I'm aching everywhere!&lt;br /&gt;And I'm pissed because Diane beat me by only a little bit in everything! (Except in IPU). beat me by 1 cm in sit and reach, 1 sit up, about 0.20-.30 seconds for shuttle run...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was kinda funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;'Good afternoon class'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;*Everyone groans and pushes themselves up*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;'Ow,ow,ow,ow... Muscles hurt'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;'Good afternoon mrs....'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;*Sits back down slowly*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everytime a teacher comes in and greets us, Karman and I groan because we are aching so much that it took us a lot of pain and effort just to stand and sit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't update these days because I have to study. Will update more when I have the chance. And my Dad's making me go to group tution.&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow's DB Prac again. I hope we don't do too much stuff. 1 or 2 sets maybe. I'm aching everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;And I finally got most of my projects off my back! Now I'm left with the AEP mural, EP (which I'm supposed to be doing now) and RME. RME's not much, and the mural will be done over a span of a few weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Wish I could get into your mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;So I could see if I'm inside&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;'Cause I know that you're right here in mine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;- Positivity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Ashley Tisdale&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12327684-5455363564782924479?l=darkdepressions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkdepressions.blogspot.com/feeds/5455363564782924479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;These tears are shed&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Not because of what I couldn't do&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But because of what I &lt;/em&gt;did&lt;em&gt; do&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And you couldn't see&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I'm sorry I can't be perfect&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12327684-80535127983337343?l=darkdepressions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkdepressions.blogspot.com/feeds/80535127983337343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12327684&amp;postID=80535127983337343' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I could ask you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;But you'd answer in that same familiar way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;That there's nothing wrong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;And everything's ok&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;-Beautiful Lie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Ashley Parker Angel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;There's no one in town I know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;You gave us some place to go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;I never said thank you for that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;I thought I might get one more chance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;What would you think of me now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;So lucky, so strong, so proud?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;I never said thank you for that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Now I'll never have a chance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;May angels lead you in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Hear you me my friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;On sleepless roads the sleepless go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;May angels lead you in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;So what would you think of me now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;So lucky, so strong, so proud?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;I never said thank you for that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Now I'll never have a chance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;May angels lead you in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Hear you me my friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;On sleepless roads the sleepless go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;May angels lead you in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;May angels lead you in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;May angels lead you in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;And if you were with me tonight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;I'd sing to you just one more time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;A song for a heart so big&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;God wouldn't let it live&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;May angels lead you in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Hear you me my friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;On sleepless roads the sleepless go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;May angels lead you in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;May angels lead you in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Hear you me my friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;On sleepless roads the sleepless go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;May angels lead you in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;May angels lead you in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12327684-8269444721659789629?l=darkdepressions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkdepressions.blogspot.com/feeds/8269444721659789629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12327684&amp;postID=8269444721659789629' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12327684/posts/default/8269444721659789629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12327684/posts/default/8269444721659789629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkdepressions.blogspot.com/2007/03/beautiful-lie.html' title='beautiful lie'/><author><name>Nadya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18284312598351426962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12327684.post-1539488800846828277</id><published>2007-03-20T20:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-20T06:21:02.819-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;If I could relive those days&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;I know the one thing that would never change&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;So the holidays are over, I'm now 14, got strawberry body butter from the body shop [ Marion, Diane, Regina], a pair of FBT shorts [Katrina], an Esprit jacket [mum] and a wallet from Shan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent my holidays in Surabaya, and I swear, it's sweltering hot, even worse than Singapore. The hotel is freezing, but everywhere else is hot. I got sick halfway and had to get an injection at the hospital at 10pm. I always get sick in Surabaya. One time I had fever, then I had ulcers so big I couldnt brush my teeth...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, we had AEP. And my mural didnt get chosen! Amanda could only choose one to help her with her canvas so she chose Inikki. In the end, Agnes and I are working with Qin Yue and her penguin design. We walked around the whole school trying to find a wall. We just decided on the one on the 3rd floor from the St. John Block leading to the Barre Block. The wall before the bridge.&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes. Agnes has a new name for the art block:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pulau St. Mike&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We changed classroom! We're now at the tiny, noisy, oh-so-over-windy classroom, J302. And our locker is at classroom G407. How nice.&lt;br /&gt;The homeroom system has stopped. Now we sit still in the classrooms and wait for the teacher to come find our new classroom while we doze off, hoping the teacher will get even more lost.&lt;br /&gt;I am way behind on homework, didnt touch much of the english project, and only finish half of the science project. The 'sea anemone' is now sitting in my room drying off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I think there's something more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Life's worth living for&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Who knows what could happen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Do what you do, just keep on laughing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;One thing's true&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;There's always a brand new day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;- Who Knows&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Avril Lavigne&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#999999;"&gt;The face I came to know is missing too&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12327684-1539488800846828277?l=darkdepressions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkdepressions.blogspot.com/feeds/1539488800846828277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12327684&amp;postID=1539488800846828277' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12327684/posts/default/1539488800846828277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12327684/posts/default/1539488800846828277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkdepressions.blogspot.com/2007/03/if-i-could-relive-those-days-i-know-one.html' title=''/><author><name>Nadya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18284312598351426962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12327684.post-3207489523317307501</id><published>2007-03-15T17:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-15T02:52:18.861-07:00</updated><title type='text'>avril lavigne!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_5YcuUgeWpZA/RfkRCCPStxI/AAAAAAAAAAM/wDgLeFOeLKQ/s1600-h/7388354.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042079984476403474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_5YcuUgeWpZA/RfkRCCPStxI/AAAAAAAAAAM/wDgLeFOeLKQ/s320/7388354.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I always needed time on my own &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I never thought I'd need you there when I cried &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And the days feel like years when I'm alone &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And the bed where you lie &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Is made up on your side &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When you walk away &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I count the steps that you take &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Do you see how much I need you right now &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When you're gone &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The pieces of my heart are missing you &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When you're gone &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The face I came to know is missing too &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When you're gone &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The words I need to hear to always get me through the day &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And make it ok &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I miss you &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- When You're Gone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Avril Lavigne&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12327684-3207489523317307501?l=darkdepressions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkdepressions.blogspot.com/feeds/3207489523317307501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12327684&amp;postID=3207489523317307501' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12327684/posts/default/3207489523317307501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12327684/posts/default/3207489523317307501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkdepressions.blogspot.com/2007/03/avril-lavigne.html' title='avril lavigne!!'/><author><name>Nadya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18284312598351426962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_5YcuUgeWpZA/RfkRCCPStxI/AAAAAAAAAAM/wDgLeFOeLKQ/s72-c/7388354.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12327684.post-780985611723832837</id><published>2007-03-09T22:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-09T06:12:17.458-08:00</updated><title type='text'>this is my apology</title><content type='html'>Close to you, so far away&lt;br /&gt;A rented room, an empty space&lt;br /&gt;Sirens bleeding through the open door&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stuck inside a broken frame&lt;br /&gt;Watching as seasons change&lt;br /&gt;Hoping time will finally set me free&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Apology&lt;br /&gt;Ashley Parker Angel&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12327684-780985611723832837?l=darkdepressions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkdepressions.blogspot.com/feeds/780985611723832837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12327684&amp;postID=780985611723832837' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12327684/posts/default/780985611723832837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12327684/posts/default/780985611723832837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkdepressions.blogspot.com/2007/03/this-is-my-apology.html' title='this is my apology'/><author><name>Nadya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18284312598351426962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12327684.post-8623575320986627062</id><published>2007-03-08T22:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-08T06:06:50.094-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>YES. &lt;em&gt;FREEEEE&lt;/em&gt; OF MY AEP PROJECT.&lt;br /&gt;ahaha.. I just handed up my VAT paper to Ms. Ho today! I don't have to worry about it anymore! No more staying up till 11pm to finish it up!&lt;br /&gt;Now I have my english, EP, cathecism and science project left. At least those are groupwork.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday I had my AEP Workshop in Little India, with a local artist. His main theme is &lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;nightscapes&lt;/span&gt;. For our artpieces, we could use things like masking fluid, 'the scrappy thingie' and this weird liquid thing we used as water.&lt;br /&gt;We started singing the hymn 'Lead Me On' in an purpousely ugly, nasal, high-pitched voice. We sang so loud that the people walking past the house turn to peek in.&lt;br /&gt;When I came home, I forced myself to hurry, eat, bathe and then do my AEP Proposal. I finished up my stylisation pieces, layout drafts, final layout and printed out the pictures I would be needing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday I had PE and ODAC on the &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;same&lt;/span&gt; day.&lt;br /&gt;ODAC, we ran as usual, did the 50 pumping we got as punishment from last week, the usual warmups. Then this time Sharon took our boat. We had &lt;em&gt;the &lt;/em&gt;most gruelling session that day, we rowed from Sheare's Bridge till the suspension TWICE. Altogether taking about 18 min. Of course, separately. &lt;strong&gt;DAMN TIRING.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So altogether, I did 70 push-ups, 50 sit-ups, 20 dips, 10 assisted pull ups and ran more than 2.6km on wednesday. My shoulder, my left butt cheek, my back, and &lt;em&gt;most&lt;/em&gt; of all, my abdominal and stomach muscles hurt. I cant even cough without feeling pain.&lt;br /&gt;When I came home, I pushed myself to finish up my proposal. I did my essay, research on the computer about the mural artist (Claude Monet), and finished the whole thing. I stuck the pictures on and assembled it together. took me 2 hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I'M NOT GETTING ENOUGH SLEEP.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TODAY IS THE LAST DAY OF SCHOOL.&lt;br /&gt;Yay, tomorrow is a holiday. Today I wrote up the title and things like that during my free period, and then I saw Agnes and Debbie in the art room, so I followed them and sat with them in that tiny room next door with Keely and Inikki. Poor Agnes, she's got such a cramped schedule, she didnt even finish up the final layout.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My exam results &lt;em&gt;SUUUCK&lt;/em&gt;. Surprisingly enough, &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;MATHS&lt;/span&gt; is my best subject so far. Am still relying on my Geog to pull me up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My birthday is coming! YAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Everyday is getting worse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Do the same things and it hurts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I don't know if I should cry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;All I know is that I'm tryin'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;-&lt;/em&gt;Be Good To Me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Ashley Tisdale&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12327684-8623575320986627062?l=darkdepressions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkdepressions.blogspot.com/feeds/8623575320986627062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12327684&amp;postID=8623575320986627062' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12327684/posts/default/8623575320986627062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12327684/posts/default/8623575320986627062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkdepressions.blogspot.com/2007/03/yes.html' title=''/><author><name>Nadya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18284312598351426962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12327684.post-4611663311537185067</id><published>2007-03-03T20:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-03T04:47:48.635-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Something I never had</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Were they wasted words?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;And did they mean a thing?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;And all that precious time &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;But I still feel so in between&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12327684-4611663311537185067?l=darkdepressions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkdepressions.blogspot.com/feeds/4611663311537185067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12327684&amp;postID=4611663311537185067' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12327684/posts/default/4611663311537185067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12327684/posts/default/4611663311537185067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkdepressions.blogspot.com/2007/03/something-i-never-had.html' title='Something I never had'/><author><name>Nadya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18284312598351426962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12327684.post-7103111787414374594</id><published>2007-03-02T02:06:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-02T02:06:41.327-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I go round and round and round in my head&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Wanting to take back whatever I said&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YEA! EXAMS ARE OVER!&lt;br /&gt;I think I just had the most tiring week of my life. I had my macgritchie-bukit timah hike on tuesday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we reached the macgritchie, my group was the second one to start off (thanks to Faith). Not long after, it started to rain. We had to find the different checkpoints and since it rained, it was muddy. &lt;em&gt;Several &lt;/em&gt;worms fell on Cassie (who was dangerously next to me), my umbrella caught a spider web and in Michelle Tang stepped in a puddle full of water. Overall it was EXTREMELY TIRING (obviously).&lt;br /&gt;We walked past one of the groups from 2/4 so we were first at the lunch checkpoint where all of us got several mosquitoe bites. Then while we were waiting for lunch to come, we were joined by Petra's group!! Then I think 2/7 was the first class to have all their groups to reach the lunchpoint!!&lt;br /&gt;And we managed to get our class shirt. Yay!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day we planned our science project. during which...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Eeeeh!! Eeeeehh!!!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;*Cassie narrows eyes at Pei Shan and shoves the picture of the ugly, hairy caterpillar from the textbook in her face*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;" EEEEEEEEEEEH!!!! EEEEEEEEEEHHHHH!!!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had dragonbaoting afterwards in the rain. We had a new caoch, and I think she's better. Her techniques isn't so strength consuming. It was so darn COLD. The rain keeps pouring on your face, your soaking wet and the cold, harsh wind is blowing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The exams were alright I suppose. Lit, history, english and geog were alright but the rest I dont think I've done so well. My AEP proposal still isn't done, but at least I have main mural design. I just need the research.&lt;br /&gt;The movie &lt;em&gt;'The Illusionist'&lt;/em&gt; is really excellent! It's damn good. And I also read the book '&lt;em&gt;Eragon&lt;/em&gt;' and '&lt;em&gt;Eldest&lt;/em&gt;' and even insipired Galistan and Katrina to read it. Don't bother about the movie, it's nowhere near as good as the book.&lt;br /&gt;I FINALLY SENT THE LETTER TO SERAPHINA. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But more than anything&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;More than anything&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;My wish for you, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Is that this life becomes all that you want it to&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your dreams stay big&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And your worries stay small&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You never need to carry more than you can hold&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And while you're out there getting where you're getting to&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I hope you know somebody loves you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And wants the same things too&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yeah, this is my wish&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;-My Wish&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Rascal Flatts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12327684-7103111787414374594?l=darkdepressions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkdepressions.blogspot.com/feeds/7103111787414374594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12327684&amp;postID=7103111787414374594' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12327684/posts/default/7103111787414374594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12327684/posts/default/7103111787414374594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkdepressions.blogspot.com/2007/03/i-go-round-and-round-and-round-in-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Nadya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18284312598351426962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12327684.post-1387966721764649511</id><published>2007-02-23T02:43:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-23T02:43:22.292-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Step Up</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;GERONIMO!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;What did you say? Ju-On-on-your-mole??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm leaving tonight for Jakarta to see my grandma. She's really sick. I'll be back sunday afternoon, so I'll be missing church and cathecism.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;We're locked&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It shows&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;No stoppin' us, we're in the zone&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;- Step Up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Cheetah Girls&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Bendito sea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12327684-1387966721764649511?l=darkdepressions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkdepressions.blogspot.com/feeds/1387966721764649511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12327684&amp;postID=1387966721764649511' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12327684/posts/default/1387966721764649511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12327684/posts/default/1387966721764649511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkdepressions.blogspot.com/2007/02/step-up.html' title='Step Up'/><author><name>Nadya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18284312598351426962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12327684.post-117180166370638459</id><published>2007-02-18T20:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-18T06:17:01.536-08:00</updated><title type='text'>we were strangers starting out on a journey</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;HAPPY CHINESE NEW YEAR!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will be spending my next 2 days doing nothing. basically watching TV, playing the computer and maybe some sewing.&lt;br /&gt;I just ate dinner, and I was struggling some huge spaghetti (about 4 times the size of a normal spaghetti). It's hollow too, so you can't suck it.&lt;br /&gt;DRAGONBOATING IS STARTING THIS WEDNESDAY! Can't wait for it to start again.&lt;br /&gt;Last wednesday, ODAC went to attend the student leader investiture. When they were announcing the CCA presidents:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;'ODAC, Tan Li Jin'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*LOUD SCREAMS AND APPLAUSE*&lt;br /&gt;We cheered so loudly that everyone turned to look at us. haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Valentine's day was on the same day, and everyone finally revealed their 'secret admirer' identities!! Yuan May was my Valentine, and I got her a box of chocolates, since I didnt know what else to give her. CASSANDRA was my secret admirer!! And to think she was right next to me too..&lt;br /&gt;She knew all along who her secret admirer was (Roxanne), but she still didnt recieve her gift yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;'OI! Roxanne! Give her the present already la!!'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;'Oh! Sorry!'&lt;/span&gt;*&lt;/em&gt;throws present across*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and yes, you're right Pris, Mr Chan was the one who said it. I forgot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I've been dropped out, burned up&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Fought my way back from the dead&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tuned in , Turned on&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Remember the things that you&lt;/em&gt; said&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;- I'll Be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Edwin McCain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12327684-117180166370638459?l=darkdepressions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkdepressions.blogspot.com/feeds/117180166370638459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12327684&amp;postID=117180166370638459' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12327684/posts/default/117180166370638459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12327684/posts/default/117180166370638459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkdepressions.blogspot.com/2007/02/we-were-strangers-starting-out-on.html' title='we were strangers starting out on a journey'/><author><name>Nadya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18284312598351426962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12327684.post-117137022488225903</id><published>2007-02-13T20:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-13T04:47:44.720-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Acoustic 3</title><content type='html'>'What do you do when you twist your ankle?'&lt;br /&gt;'Twist it back.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was a quote from either Mr Jiow or Mr Chan. And Manky said the next line.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a long week. Havent had a chance to update for a long time.&lt;br /&gt;Valentine's Day is coming up!! I have the perfect present for Galistan, Marion and Regina. And it doesn't even cost a thing, but I did put a lot of thought into it.&lt;br /&gt;CNY is coming up too. Oh joy, days and days of boredom. I'll just finish my Home Ec homework and sew the pouch together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had the ODAC Orientation Camp last Friday and Saturday! It was absolutely fun. The best games were Splat! and the game with the puzzle pieces with detergent and water balloons and flour and ping pong balls. In the game with the puzzle pieces was damn fun, because we're all blindfolded and have to squish through the detergent and water and pieces of grass. Then afterwards we dumped flour in each other's hair and wrestled in the water. And of course, we all slipped and fell into the dirty water.&lt;br /&gt;Diane exploded a water balloon in my face. Nicole poured a huge bucket of water on me and Annecy's head and then I threw 2 cups of water on her face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The noodles we cooked were really good!!!&lt;br /&gt;At night, the stars were so clear that day, so Diane, Annecy, Kat, Dhivyaa and Regine sat down in the middle of the parade square to see the stars. I even pointed out the northern cross and sirius. I also saw Libra and the lion, but I couldnt recognise it then.&lt;br /&gt;We also told each other 'Ghost Stories' [which Katrina refused to listen to] and complained about our primary school teachers.&lt;br /&gt;We then watched 'John Tucker Must Die' before we went to sleep and 'Step Up'. Most of us fell asleep before John Tucker ended. By then it was about 2am+.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I wonder where these dreams go&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;When the world gets in your way&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;What's the point in all this screaming&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;No one's listening anyway&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;- Acoustic 3&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Goo Goo Dolls&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;It's so hard to be someone strung out from today&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12327684-117137022488225903?l=darkdepressions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkdepressions.blogspot.com/feeds/117137022488225903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12327684&amp;postID=117137022488225903' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12327684/posts/default/117137022488225903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12327684/posts/default/117137022488225903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkdepressions.blogspot.com/2007/02/acoustic-3.html' title='Acoustic 3'/><author><name>Nadya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18284312598351426962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12327684.post-117007735379589316</id><published>2007-01-29T21:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-29T05:29:13.846-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;They smile and stab my back and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;I lie and have to laugh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heck, it's been a long time since I updated. But my dad keeps making me study everyday. It's a bit annoying actually, but I'm used to it. At least I won't be behind on anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had AEP today, and we played music on the computer. The most popular song is 'Dirty Little Secret' by all american rejects. Everyone seems to know that song. We'd sing all sorts of songs, it's pretty fun. I did my five drawings of 'faith, hope and love'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ODAC has 15 new members! I couldnt stand last week's training, I'm not used to it yet. Halfway through 2.4, my hip started hurting and I had to stop, but I pity the others. I did the usual conditioning but I didnt followe them to climb steps. Some of the sec ones are pretty athletic, they could even run along with us.&lt;br /&gt;School life's been alright. Pei Shan is now my chem lab partner [replacing seraphina] and the bad thing is, we both don't listen. Last time, Sera would listen, I would daydream. Then she'd tell me what to do, I'd do it. E.g. lighting up the bunsen burner [coz she's scared of the lighter], and get the different chemicals and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And don't worry Yuan May! My group also havent done the Geog project.&lt;br /&gt;I have so many projects this term. I have my science and geog project, my art mural proposal and VAT.&lt;br /&gt;And I still havent sent the letter to Sera, since I'm so busy. [ Yes sera! If you're reading this, expect a letter within the next 2 weeks. Hehe, sorry.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT I STILL HAVE MY BEST FRIENDS. GALISTAN, REGINA AND ONY.&lt;br /&gt;Thank God they're there, if not I would be so worried and anxious these past few days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Daylight burns your sleepy eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;It's hard to see you dreaming&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;You hide inside yourself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;- All Eyes On Me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Goo Goo Dolls&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12327684-117007735379589316?l=darkdepressions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkdepressions.blogspot.com/feeds/117007735379589316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12327684&amp;postID=117007735379589316' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12327684/posts/default/117007735379589316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12327684/posts/default/117007735379589316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkdepressions.blogspot.com/2007/01/they-smile-and-stab-my-back-and-i-lie.html' title=''/><author><name>Nadya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18284312598351426962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12327684.post-116912793040645534</id><published>2007-01-18T21:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-18T05:45:30.706-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Whatever will be will be</title><content type='html'>I really don't know what to do anymore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;someone just take me away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Between the lines of fear and blame&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;And you begin to wonder why you came&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12327684-116912793040645534?l=darkdepressions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkdepressions.blogspot.com/feeds/116912793040645534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12327684&amp;postID=116912793040645534' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12327684/posts/default/116912793040645534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12327684/posts/default/116912793040645534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkdepressions.blogspot.com/2007/01/whatever-will-be-will-be.html' title='Whatever will be will be'/><author><name>Nadya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18284312598351426962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12327684.post-116851931668880898</id><published>2007-01-11T20:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-11T05:06:07.330-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The day you slipped away</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;I miss you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I miss you so bad&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I don't forget you, oh it's so sad&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I hope you can hear me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I remember it&lt;/em&gt; clearly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The day you slipped away&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Was the day I found it won't be the same&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I didn't get around to kiss you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Goodbye on the hand&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I wish that I could see you again&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I know that I can't&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I hope you can hear me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I remember it&lt;/em&gt; clearly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The day you slipped away&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Was the day I found it won't be the&lt;/em&gt; same&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I had my wake up&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Won't you wake up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I keep asking why&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I&lt;/em&gt; can't &lt;em&gt;take it&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It wasn't&lt;/em&gt; fake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It happened, you passed by&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Now your gone&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Now your gone&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;There you go&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;There you go&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere I can't bring you &lt;em&gt;back&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Now your gone&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Now your gone&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;There you go&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;There you go&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere your &lt;em&gt;not&lt;/em&gt; coming back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The day you slipped away&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Was the day i found it won't be the same &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The day you slipped away&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Was the day that i found it won't be the same &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I miss you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I'm so sorry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Why do this to them?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Why take him?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's not fair&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12327684-116851931668880898?l=darkdepressions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkdepressions.blogspot.com/feeds/116851931668880898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12327684&amp;postID=116851931668880898' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12327684/posts/default/116851931668880898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12327684/posts/default/116851931668880898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkdepressions.blogspot.com/2007/01/day-you-slipped-away.html' title='The day you slipped away'/><author><name>Nadya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18284312598351426962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12327684.post-116826231595252486</id><published>2007-01-08T21:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-08T05:18:36.056-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Once upon a December</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Someone holds me safe and warm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Horses prance through a silver storm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Figures dancing gracefully&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Across my memory....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I guess it's about time I updated about the school term. I've been feeling so lazy nowadays and I even have the need for an afternoon nap which I havent needed ever since I was 6.&lt;br /&gt;Overall, my sec 1 teachers that I actually LIKED, have been replaced. like Mrs Roch and Mr Tang.&lt;br /&gt;Seraphina's left so now it's also quite lonely. The chinese teacher is really quite boring. Not to mention she has a soft voice and the claustrophobic classroom is quite distracting, other than that, she seems like a good teacher.&lt;br /&gt;Zailee's on medical leave so Ms Ho is taking us for AEP for now till most probably April. YES!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Friday, some ODAC girls helped out the girl guides for the sec one orientation and campfire. We had to carry and arrange tons of chairs till the skin on my palm felt like it was being pulled.&lt;br /&gt;While the sec ones were having their campfire [it rained halfway through], we were busy packing in more than 15 trays of over-ordered food for the parents. They go order crap food for us which tastes like vomit and overorder tons of good food for the parents.&lt;br /&gt;We packed them in and some parents ate them in the canteen while some brought them home. We still had leftover from all of that.&lt;br /&gt;I felt so sick of bee hoon and chairs after that encounter. EEEE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We slept at about 12.30 or 1am and we woke up at 7am. We slept in the classrooms and as usual, I was the only one sleeping on the floor while the others were sleeping on the joined tables. I don't see why we have to sleep on tables. It's more reassuring sleeping on a firm ground.&lt;br /&gt;Then we had breakfast, shifted more chairs then we could go home. I ate at KFC with Nicole, Crystal and Annecy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess that's it. My mum's coming back from Hong Kong today. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Far away, long ago&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Glowing dim as an ember&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Things my heart used to know&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Things it yearns to remember&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;- Once Upon A December&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12327684-116826231595252486?l=darkdepressions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkdepressions.blogspot.com/feeds/116826231595252486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;When you draw up a wall to surround you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;So that no one will ever know the truth&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;When you try to start another beginning&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Then your past starts to creep up on you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;When you wish that there's someone there for you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You can't help but think that that's just a dream&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;When wishes that are made do come true&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You just wish that you can turn back the time&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I just need someone to save me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;To save me from this misery&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;When you're stuck behind a wall that you built&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You find that you just can't break free&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;You can hear me but you just refuse to listen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Then you see it's been there all along&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12327684-116808996142474892?l=darkdepressions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkdepressions.blogspot.com/feeds/116808996142474892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12327684&amp;postID=116808996142474892' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12327684/posts/default/116808996142474892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12327684/posts/default/116808996142474892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkdepressions.blogspot.com/2007/01/when-you-draw-up-wall-to-surround-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Nadya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18284312598351426962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12327684.post-116765856786150591</id><published>2007-01-01T21:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-01T05:36:07.873-08:00</updated><title type='text'>iris</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;And I don't want the world to see me&lt;br /&gt;Cause I don't think that they'd understand&lt;br /&gt;When everything's made to be broken&lt;br /&gt;I just want you to know who I am&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And you can't fight the tears that ain't coming&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Or the moment of truth in your lies&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12327684-116765856786150591?l=darkdepressions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkdepressions.blogspot.com/feeds/116765856786150591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12327684&amp;postID=116765856786150591' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12327684/posts/default/116765856786150591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12327684/posts/default/116765856786150591'/><link 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/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;From left to right;&lt;br /&gt;Cheryl, Wen Jun, Zoe, Seraphina, Marion, Me, Dione&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;SERAPHINA HAS LEFT FOR AUSTRALIA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up at 4.45 am this morning to send off Seraphina at the airport. I waited fpr about half an hour, all alone, at the bus stop before deciding that I'd walk.&lt;br /&gt;When we reached City Hall, we crossed over but we took the wrong train.&lt;br /&gt;When we finally reached the airport, we took the skytrain and we reached terminal 1. By the time we arrived, Zoe, Cheryl, Wen Jun and Dione were already there. We wrote her letters and put it into a box with a picture of jay chou on the front to give to seraphina.&lt;br /&gt;According to Seraphina, only half of her family was there to send her off as well. Her family is so big. We sat there for a while, waiting for sera's mum to bargain with the cashier over excess baggage. It was quite amusing watching Sera putting wen jun in a headlock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;'Wouldn't it be a bit hard for you to start learning italian and spanish from scratch?'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;'SPAGHETTI'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;'Lasagne'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;'Escargot!!'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;'That's french'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;'Whatever la!'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When it was time to send her off, she started crying. Zoe cried as well, along with a few of Sera's cousins. I couldnt cry, even though I felt like it. I think I'm dried of tears. We stood there waving her and her family off till she passed through immigration and walked out of sight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we went to Terminal 1 to eat at burger king. Zoe and Wen Jun kept exchanging their 'laughing disease'. One would be silent, and the other would laugh non stop for no reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;She never thought that she could&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Get her second chance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Running so far from all she's ever known&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Convinced she's lost all meaning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Where did her dreams go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Still she knew that there was something more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Don't be scared, there's someone there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;To say these words you need to hear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Don't let anybody tell you who you are&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;It's okay to let go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;You're that shooting star&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Remember all you wished for&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Believe it will be true&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;You will never find yourself anywhere else&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;You'll find yourself in you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Sometimes people tell you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Be like me to fit in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Do you know your identity is not in them&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Don't be scared there's someone there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;To say these words you need to hear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Don't let anybody tell you who you are&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;It's okay to let go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;You're that shooting star&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Remember all you wished for&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Believe it will be true&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;You will never find yourself anywhere else&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;You'll find yourself in you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Why should I measure the world&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;By someone else's design&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Oh I won't let this fly by&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Hey look over here I just found the real me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;N&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;ow it's your turn to see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Now it's your turn to see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Don't let anybody tell you who you are&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;It's okay to let go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;You're that shooting star&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Remember all you wished for&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Believe it will be true&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;You will never find yourself anywhere else&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You'll find yourself in&lt;/em&gt; you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Find Yourself in You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;-Everlife&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12327684-116748865406986248?l=darkdepressions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkdepressions.blogspot.com/feeds/116748865406986248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12327684&amp;postID=116748865406986248' title='0 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christmas</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;H&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;P&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;P&lt;/span&gt;Y &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;C&lt;/span&gt;H&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;I&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;T&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;M&lt;/span&gt;A&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;S &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#999999;"&gt;Life goes on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#999999;"&gt;Like a song&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12327684-116705232317349460?l=darkdepressions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12327684.post-116688163481981295</id><published>2006-12-23T21:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-23T05:47:14.933-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I just wanna be your Friend</title><content type='html'>Diane, Regina and Marion came to my house for an early christmas gathering.&lt;br /&gt;I met them at the Newton MRT and we went to eat at waffletown.&lt;br /&gt;Afterwards, since there were some people by the pool having their little gathering, we decided to go to my room to exchange &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;P&lt;/span&gt;R&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;S&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;N&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;. I got &lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;BodyShop&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;grapeseed&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;strawberry&lt;/span&gt; lipbalm as well as a christmas card and a huge lollipop shaped like a christmas tree big enough to cover my facial features on my face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we went to through some homework and Diane and Ony played 41.&lt;br /&gt;Afterwards we went to the poolside and just talked. Diane and reg went to coldstorage to get marshmellows and a bottle of sparkling&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt; grape&lt;/span&gt; juice. It was really fun!&lt;br /&gt;Then Diane went to swim alone, since I got sick, Reg cant swim, and Marion cant go into the pool because of the chlorine, because of her face treatment thing.&lt;br /&gt;when Diane was just sitting by the pool edge, we tried pushing her into the ppol, but she was holding onto the railings so I kicked her in!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We threw her cups of water to wet her hair when she refused to. I also sprayed her with the hose. Reg, Ony and I decided to go to coldstorage to get some balloons.&lt;br /&gt;We made some water balloons to throw at Diane, but the balloons were really tough and refused to explode. In the end, Galistan got rid of them by squeezing them and digging into them with her nails so they exploded in her face. Eew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we ate sushi and spaghetti for dinner and then they went home..!&lt;br /&gt;That was fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You dont have to be cool&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dont have to be smart &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dont need to know anything all the time&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Its alright if your a little bit out of it&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I dont care &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I just wanna be your friend&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;- Friend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Kaitlyn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12327684-116688163481981295?l=darkdepressions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkdepressions.blogspot.com/feeds/116688163481981295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12327684&amp;postID=116688163481981295' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12327684/posts/default/116688163481981295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12327684/posts/default/116688163481981295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkdepressions.blogspot.com/2006/12/i-just-wanna-be-your-friend.html' title='I just wanna be your Friend'/><author><name>Nadya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18284312598351426962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12327684.post-116678831490378761</id><published>2006-12-22T19:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-22T03:51:55.026-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HEY GUYS! Any Harry Potter fans out there have to read this article:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://books.guardian.co.uk/news/articles/0,,1806675,00.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;http://books.guardian.co.uk/news/articles/0,,1806675,00.html&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow I'm gonna have a christmas gathering with Ony, Reg and Galistan!! I'm also going to teach Regina how to swim. If I can convince her that we aren't going to drown her.&lt;br /&gt;YAY GALISTAN'S MUM FOR LETTING HER GO EVEN THOUGH YOU HAD SOMETHING PLANNED.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, you read it right. She actually let her go! Her aunt is the one that doesnt let her go anywhere actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I feel connected, protected, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;t's like you're sitting right with me all the time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;You hear me, you're near me, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;And everything else's gonna be alright. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;- Connected&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Sara Paxton&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12327684-116678831490378761?l=darkdepressions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkdepressions.blogspot.com/feeds/116678831490378761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12327684&amp;postID=116678831490378761' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12327684/posts/default/116678831490378761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12327684/posts/default/116678831490378761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkdepressions.blogspot.com/2006/12/hey-guys-any-harry-potter-fans-out.html' title=''/><author><name>Nadya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18284312598351426962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12327684.post-116662016256846534</id><published>2006-12-20T21:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-20T05:09:22.863-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Way Away</title><content type='html'>I'm bored. This post is just going to be some ramblings from me..&lt;br /&gt;Hmm.. now let's see...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still haven't bought my school books. The next time the school bookshop opens is 26 Dec. So I have to wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still havent printed out my maths homework from LEADS. The maths paper that I borrowd from Galistan is the NA copy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got everybody their christmas presents. Except Ashton and Jeremy. I'll just give them the huge and very nice lolipop from Guardian [that I took 40 minutes to finish. And I actually bit bits of it off] that I said I would give them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still owe people money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am just starting on my ridiculously long book report. My supposedly 150 word summary of The Thief Lord is 2 pages long and I havent started on the Vocabulary section. It's hard writing a summary about the Thief Lord because it's hard leaving out a single detail. I'm going to have cut out a whole lot of the summary. ugh, I'm feeling so lazy..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I changed the picture to my blogskin.&lt;br /&gt;SERAPHINA IS LEAVING ON THE 30TH!!&lt;br /&gt;I am so going to miss her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Theres nothing for me here, it's all the same&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And even though I know &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;That everything might go&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Go downhill from here&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm &lt;/em&gt;not&lt;em&gt; afraid&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- Way Away&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yellowcard&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I've made it this far now&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And I'm not burning out&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;No matter what you say, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm not afraid&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12327684-116662016256846534?l=darkdepressions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkdepressions.blogspot.com/feeds/116662016256846534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12327684&amp;postID=116662016256846534' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12327684/posts/default/116662016256846534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12327684/posts/default/116662016256846534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkdepressions.blogspot.com/2006/12/way-away.html' title='Way Away'/><author><name>Nadya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18284312598351426962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12327684.post-116634813758263621</id><published>2006-12-17T17:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-17T01:36:37.473-08:00</updated><title type='text'>what hurts the most</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;I can take the rain on the roof of this empty house &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;That don't bother me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;I can take a few tears now and then and just let them out &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;I'm not afraid to cry every once in a while &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Even though going on with you gone still upsets me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;There are days every now and again &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;I pretend I'm ok &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;But that's not what gets me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;What hurts the most &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Was being &lt;/em&gt;so&lt;em&gt; close &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And having&lt;/em&gt; so much &lt;em&gt;to say&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;And watching you walk away &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And &lt;/em&gt;never&lt;em&gt; knowing &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;What could have been &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;And not seeing that loving you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Is what I was tryin' to do&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;What hurts the Most&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;- Rascal Flatts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But I know if I could do it over &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I would trade, give away all the words that I saved in my heart &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;That I left unspoken&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;N0w that's what hurts the most&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12327684-116634813758263621?l=darkdepressions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkdepressions.blogspot.com/feeds/116634813758263621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12327684&amp;postID=116634813758263621' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12327684/posts/default/116634813758263621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12327684/posts/default/116634813758263621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkdepressions.blogspot.com/2006/12/what-hurts-most.html' title='what hurts the most'/><author><name>Nadya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18284312598351426962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12327684.post-116576450408035737</id><published>2006-12-10T23:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-10T23:21:59.316-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Look at this Photograph</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5544/1039/1600/536184/normal_poster1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5544/1039/320/749436/normal_poster1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;THE THIEF LORD!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love this movie. I read the book before and I watched it on starmovies. The book is Cornelia Funke. It's a bit like a kid's movie but it's really good.&lt;br /&gt;Quotes from the movie:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Scipio: I'll put it in bank accounts for each of you. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Riccio: Bank accounts? What next, &lt;strong&gt;my midlife crisis&lt;/strong&gt;?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mosca: Can you count up fifty-thousand? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Riccio: What am I? Einstein?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Scipio: It looks about as sea-worthy as a rubber duck. [about a boat]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bo: You forgot something very important. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Riccio: What? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bo: It's under my jumper. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hornet: What? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bo: [pulls up his sweater] Me! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ida: What sort of case? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Victor: I can tell you it involves kids. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ida: Well, I'm sure they're innocent &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Victor: No, no, no. This case isn't about guilt or innocence. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ida: Look, if children are in trouble, it's usually because they've been misled or used by adults. &lt;strong&gt;You should lock up the parents&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Scipio: Perhaps you're a tourist.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;[slowly] Scipio: Where - are - you - visiting - from? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Victor: I'm an Eskimo, can't you tell? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Scipio: Really? That is fascinating. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Scipio: You're not a grown-up, are you? Only some of them are very small. You wouldn't be trying to trick me on my own turf, would you?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bo: I'm six and a quarter. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Scipio: That makes you a VIP. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I researched on youtube on some Thief Lord videos and I found one really good one. It's actually about Prosper and Hornet and the song is 'Far Away" by Nickelback.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pkDCCgdMHXM"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pkDCCgdMHXM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pkDCCgdMHXM"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;This time, This place&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Misused, Mistakes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Too long, Too late&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Who was I to make you wait&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Just one chance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Just one breath&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Just in case there's just one left&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Cause you know, you know, you know &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;That I love you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;I have loved you all along&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;And I miss you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Been far away for far too long&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;I keep dreaming you'll be with me and you'll never go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Stop breathing if I don't see you anymore &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;On my knees, I'll ask&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Last chance for one last dance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Cause with you, I'd withstand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;All of hell to hold your hand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;I'd give it allI'd give for us&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Give anything but I won't give up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Cause you know, you know, you know &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;That I love you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;I have loved you all along&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;And I miss you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Been far away for far too long&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;I keep dreaming you'll be with me and you'll never go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Stop breathing if I don't see you anymore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;So far away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Been far away for far too long&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;So far away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Been far away for far too long&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;But you know, you know, you know I wanted&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;I wanted you to stay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Cause I needed &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;I need to hear you say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;That I love you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;I have loved you all along&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;And I forgive you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;For being away for far too long&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;So keep breathing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Cause I'm not leaving&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Hold on to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;And never let me go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I will be going back to Indonesia tomorrow and I'll be back on saturday. Oh joy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Every memory of looking out the back door&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I had the photo album spread out on my bedroom floor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;It's hard to say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;It's time to say it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Goodbye, Goodbye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;- Photograph&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Nickelback&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12327684-116576450408035737?l=darkdepressions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12327684.post-116549706575809923</id><published>2006-12-07T21:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-07T05:12:45.200-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sympathy</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Stranger than your sympathy&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And this is my apology&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I killed myself from the inside out&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And all my fears have pushed you out&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I wished for things that I don't need&lt;br /&gt;All I wanted&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And what I chase won't set me free&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I wanted&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I get scared but I'm not crawlin' on my knees&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oh, yeah&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Everything's all wrong, yeah&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Everything's all wrong, yeah&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Where the hell did I think I was?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And stranger than your sympathy&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Take these things, so I don't feel&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm killing myself from the inside out&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And now my head's been filled with doubt&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's hard to lead the life you choose&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I wanted&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;When all you luck's run out on you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I wanted&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And you can't see when all your dreams are coming true&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oh, yeah&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's easy to forget, yeah&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;When you choke on the regrets, yeah&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Who the hell did I think I was?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And stranger than your sympathy&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And all these thoughts you stole from me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I'm not sure where I belong&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And no where's home and I'm all wrong&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I was in love with things &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I tried to make you believe I was&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I wouldn't be the one to kneel before the dreams I wanted&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And all the dark and all the lies were all the empty things disguised as me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Stranger than your sympathy&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Stranger than your sympathy&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-&lt;/em&gt;Sympathy&lt;br /&gt;Goo Goo Dolls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;When I wished for things that I don't need&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I never realized all that I wanted&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;All I needed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Was for someone to be there for me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;someone save me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I can't seem to break free&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12327684-116549706575809923?l=darkdepressions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkdepressions.blogspot.com/feeds/116549706575809923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12327684&amp;postID=116549706575809923' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12327684/posts/default/116549706575809923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12327684/posts/default/116549706575809923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkdepressions.blogspot.com/2006/12/sympathy.html' title='Sympathy'/><author><name>Nadya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18284312598351426962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12327684.post-116540689249704030</id><published>2006-12-06T20:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-07T05:00:23.276-08:00</updated><title type='text'>one girl revolution</title><content type='html'>Today Annecy, Diane, Kat and I went to school to help out for the girl guides' campfire. At first, we carried the wooden poles to the parade square.&lt;br /&gt;Then we were bored because there was nothing else to do, so Galistan and Annecy tried to build another card tower but the wind was too strong so everything kept falling.&lt;br /&gt;Then we helped the other guides to tie the poles together.&lt;br /&gt;Overall, it was quite boring because we couldnt really do much because we didnt know how to tie ropes and the other things the guides were doing. So we basically just watched them and tried to help out as much as possible. then we went off for lunch with Charlotte.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After lunch, I read my book, tried to chase Diane [but obviously failed] and soaked the firewood in kerosene. So I smelt of kerosene afterwards. Miss teo then told us we could go off early because we werent really needed. hmm.&lt;br /&gt;TODAY'S QUOTE:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;'Galistan, you're the blurest of the blur.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;'What are you talking about?'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;'YOU. ARE. THE. BLUREST. OF. THE. BLUR.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;'ooohh...'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I declare my independence &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;From the critics and their stones&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I can find my revolution&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; I can learn to stand alone&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;- One Girl Revolution&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Superchick&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12327684-116540689249704030?l=darkdepressions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkdepressions.blogspot.com/feeds/116540689249704030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12327684&amp;postID=116540689249704030' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12327684/posts/default/116540689249704030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12327684/posts/default/116540689249704030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkdepressions.blogspot.com/2006/12/one-girl-revolution.html' title='one girl revolution'/><author><name>Nadya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18284312598351426962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12327684.post-116532477536788639</id><published>2006-12-05T09:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-05T05:19:37.013-08:00</updated><title type='text'>we'll make it through</title><content type='html'>Why do I keep feeling this way?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I pray to God that someone out there will save me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Anyone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12327684-116532477536788639?l=darkdepressions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkdepressions.blogspot.com/feeds/116532477536788639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12327684&amp;postID=116532477536788639' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12327684/posts/default/116532477536788639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12327684/posts/default/116532477536788639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkdepressions.blogspot.com/2006/12/well-make-it-through.html' title='we&apos;ll make it through'/><author><name>Nadya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18284312598351426962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12327684.post-116522677584352497</id><published>2006-12-04T18:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-04T04:21:28.690-08:00</updated><title type='text'>AVRIL</title><content type='html'>I posting again for the second time today because I AM BORED.&lt;br /&gt;Ever since I saw Avril's new song on Shar's blog, I went to search on youtube for some other stuff about her.&lt;br /&gt;I found her wedding pictures to the song &lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;'Things I'll Never s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;ay&lt;/span&gt;'.&lt;br /&gt;LINK;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IscgLs5YW4w"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IscgLs5YW4w&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She seriously looks so happy. I remember the time when Shar and I went to her concert last year in the SINGAPORE INDOOR STADIUM [Yes I know, I love to rub it in Galistan. &amp; I know you read my blog but you refuse to tag on my tagboard].&lt;br /&gt;I just had to put up that link so now everyone else can see the pictures.&lt;br /&gt;I found another video on youtube about one of my favourite movies &lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;A Cinderella St&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;ory&lt;/span&gt;. It stars &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Hilary Duff&lt;/span&gt; [whooo!]. The whole story is so sweet and way-too-perfect-in-a-good-way. It's also got a really great song to it. 'The best I ever had'&lt;br /&gt;LINK:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Zzur4z3J93Y&amp;amp;mode=related&amp;search"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Zzur4z3J93Y&amp;amp;mode=related&amp;search&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Zzur4z3J93Y&amp;amp;mode=related&amp;amp;search"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I'm talking to Diane, reg and Marion on the phone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Marion: Name me 3 of your favourite artists. Nadya you go first.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Me: AVRIL LAVIGNE. Hilary Duff and....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Marion: Aly and AJ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Me: OH YEA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Marion: ok. Diane, your turn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Diane: I can say Avril Lavigne right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Marion: yes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Diane: ok and-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Regina: Jesse McCartney.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Diane: Don't say what I'm gonna say!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;She wants to go home, but nobody's home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;It's where she lies, broken inside&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;With no place to go, no place to go to dry her eyes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;- Nobody's Home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Avril Lavigne&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12327684.post-116521053007948750</id><published>2006-12-04T13:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-03T21:37:07.480-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'll be</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;The strands in your eyes that color them wonderful &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Stop me and steal my breath &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Emeralds from mountains thrust toward the sky &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Never revealing their depth &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tell me that we belong together &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dress it up with the trappings of love &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'll be captivated &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'll hang from your lips &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Instead of the gallows of heartache &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;That hang from above &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'll be your crying shoulder &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'll be your love suicide and &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'll be better when I'm older &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'll be the greatest fan of your life &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Rain falls angry on the tin roof &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;As we lie awake in my bed &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You're my survival, you're my living proof &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;My love is alive not dead &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tell me that we belong together &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dress it up with the trappings of love &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'll be captivated &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'll hang from your lips &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Instead of the gallows of heartache, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;That hang from above &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'll be your crying shoulder &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'll be your love suicide and &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'll be better when I'm older &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'll be the greatest fan of your life &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I've been dropped out, burned up, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Fought my way back from the dead Tuned in, turned on&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Remembered the things that you said &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'll be your crying shoulder &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'll be your love suicide and &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'll be better when I'm older &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'll be the greatest fan of your life &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;- I'll Be&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Edwin McCain&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12327684.post-116496037465030494</id><published>2006-12-01T16:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-01T01:33:02.876-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Corney Island</title><content type='html'>I'm absolutely bored now so I shall post about last Saturday's expedition to Corney Island. it's actually a reclaimed land that will be joined to punggol in about 10 years [according to the instructor]. It's not taken care off now so it's turned into a sort-of-jungle with &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;snakes, frogs, stray dogs&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;SAND FLIES&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met kat, annecy and diane at macs at toa payoh. Then we went to Pasir Ris together. We thought we were going to be late because the bus didnt come. Annecy and Kat kept calling nicole to check if we werent that late. Annecy kept saying ' Wahlao, they want me to sue their mother, their brother, their father, their grandmother company ah??!'.&lt;br /&gt;When we saw the right bus coming towards us, we were overjoyed!! But it turned out that it was &lt;em&gt;dropping off&lt;/em&gt; passengers, not&lt;em&gt; picking up.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Annecy: 'Wahh, they really want me to sue their grandmother's company.'&lt;br /&gt; When we reached pasir ris sea sports club we just sat there talking waiting for the briefing, putting on sunblock and then carried the &lt;em&gt;extremely heavy&lt;/em&gt; double kayaks down to the beach. While we were in the water, waiting to go while the instructor was telling us some stuff, there was a &lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;dead fish&lt;/span&gt; floating right behind him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Then we went KAYAKING!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Diane was in the front while I was at the back. Using the double kayak is a bit hard to go straight but it's easier than a single kayak because the back person can steer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;'Nadya, do the stern rudder thingy!!&lt;/span&gt;' [quote from Galistan]&lt;br /&gt;We crashed into other kayaks sometimes and we took about slightly less than an hour to get to coney island. I missed 2 opportunities to see &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;JELLYFISH&lt;/span&gt;. There was one floating near my paddle when we rowed past but I missed it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we reached the island, everybody quickly took up their kayaks because it was going to be high tide. We immediately started eating lunch. None of us dared to stay on shore for too long because of the sand flies except charlotte [who was bitten by sand flies in the end] and olga, so all of us ate our food in the sea!&lt;br /&gt;annecy kept dropping bits of her &lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;coco crunch cereal&lt;/span&gt; into the sea.&lt;br /&gt;Katrina also brought sour cream and onion potato chips and that didnt help the taste of sea water in my mouth. The milo bar I brought along had melted along the way but it wa still good! I actually brought the leftover marshmellows from the sec 4 farewell along but it had melted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We tried throwing miss teo up in the air twice. the first time wasnt so successful and she was like 'ODAC-ians no strength ah'. the second time when she landed she went right into the water. Kat lost her hat and glove in the water but we found it eventually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;That day, 25 November, was the day when I heard Diane Christina Galistan scream like a girl!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; She usually doesnt screan. She shrieks. Or loses her voice while 'screaming'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;' AAAAAAAH!! JELLYFISH! JELLYFISH!!!!'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;'What the.. AAAAAH!!'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turns out there was a jellyfish floating right next to her! She kept pushing back but the jellyfish continued to float towards her. She bumped into Lijin who yanked her back. Everyone was trying to swim away from it, including me.&lt;br /&gt;I FINALLY SAW A &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;JELLYFISH&lt;/span&gt;!!&lt;br /&gt;We spent two hours in the sea playing and waiting for the tide to turn. When it did, we had to hurry back because there was a storm. This time it didnt seem so tiring as the time when we were rowing to corney island. Maybe it was because we were sort of racing with antony, hilary, and Kat, Annecy. Katrina and annecy started it by shouting out dragonboat phrases, reliving river regatta and pretending we were KC. Maybe beacuse the sun was covered by clouds and it wasnt so hot to row. we took about half and hour only this time, which is really fast!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We cleaned the paddles and life jacks and went to bathe. when we were done we took the bus back to the mrt station and ate proper lunch there. After all that kayaking, I had gotten so black! And now, the nightmare is only the beginning because my skin is starting to peel from the sunburn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;I AM CRAVING &lt;strong&gt;HERSHEY &lt;/strong&gt;CHOCOLATES.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha. That's so not like me actually, I used to not like chocolate that much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On, a completely random topic, I was listening to LaLaine's [from lizzie mcguire the series] 'I'm not your Girl'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;I'm really not that boring &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;I'm headstrong and annoying&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;So I dont see me fitting in your world &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;I'm noisy and i'm messy &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Plus you would never get me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Hey I think your really hot &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;But I'm not your girl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I especially like the song 'You Wish'. It's really good, unfortunately, they dont sell the album in singapore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Typical is what you're after&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Not some beautiful disaster&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I'm not your girl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;LaLaine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12327684-116496037465030494?l=darkdepressions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkdepressions.blogspot.com/feeds/116496037465030494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12327684&amp;postID=116496037465030494' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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would stick together&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Through thick and thin, whenever&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The times we shared&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And the way we cared&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;We didn't let what others thought of us&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Break our friendship altogether&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The good times and the bad&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The laughter that we shared&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I don't think you guys remember them anymore&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You didn't remember what our friendship stood for&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And now I look back&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;On that day in the park&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The last day that we'd ever walk that path as friends&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Because that vow is broken&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I really wish I had known then&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;That that would have been the last time we would ever walk together&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;As &lt;strong&gt;friends&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12327684-116489070805494378?l=darkdepressions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkdepressions.blogspot.com/feeds/116489070805494378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12327684&amp;postID=116489070805494378' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12327684/posts/default/116489070805494378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12327684/posts/default/116489070805494378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkdepressions.blogspot.com/2006/11/always-in-my-heart.html' title='Always in my Heart'/><author><name>Nadya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18284312598351426962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12327684.post-116479115427229877</id><published>2006-11-29T17:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-29T01:45:41.020-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ODAC CAMP NOV 27-28 06</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;My BONNIE lies over the ocean&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;My BONNIE lies over the sea&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;My BONNIE lies over the ocean&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;So BRING BACK my BONNIE to me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;BRING BACK, oh, BRING BACK,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;oh, BRING BACK my BONNIE to me, to me!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;BRING BACK, oh, BRING BACK&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oh, BRING BACK my BONNIE to me!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got back from ODAC camp yesterday, and I can hardly move my limbs, particularly, my legs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to school on my own and most of the ODAC-ians had already arrived. Diane and Annecy were sucking on these HUGE lollipops they had gotten from guardian. Diane finished hers first because I think she bit bits of it off while Annecy was just sucking.&lt;br /&gt;Then we went to the AVA room to play some games and briefing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss Teo said that the camp was going to be summed up into 2 words and wrote 'R &amp; R' on the board and we had to guess it.&lt;br /&gt;these were the some of the suggestions [I cant remember all of them];&lt;br /&gt;rephrase and redirect&lt;br /&gt;reuse and recycle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;rain and &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;i&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;n&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;b&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;w&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;s&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had to sit in a circle and the game was called 'Have you ever...'. E.G, someone asks 'have you ever tripped underwater before?' [Diane asked that question]. If you have, then move two spaces to the left. If someone else is sitting there then you have to sit on the person. The most number of people in one chair was 5 I think.&lt;br /&gt;Then we had to sing 'my bonnie lies over the ocean' and go up and down every time for a word that starts with 'B'. We were split up into 2 groups and we had to go up and down together and if one head was sticking out, we had to start from the beginning. My group had won in the end, and this game was probably the cause of my knees all thoughout camp.&lt;br /&gt;then we went in another circle. we had to lie over someone else's stomach and then the chairs were removed and you cannot fall. that was tiring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we had lunch at TP Central.&lt;br /&gt;When we got back, it had started raining and we went to the hall to play games. First, it was this really fun and tiring catching game that takes too long to explain the rules.&lt;br /&gt;Then we played the game ;Cheeky cheeky. we had to immitate what the person next to us were doing. Actually, it was just an excuse for the comm members [who were standing among us] to rub make up on us. I think I only ogt a smudge of lipstick, but Nicole drew TONS of stuff on Aneccy's face, including a big &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;'HI!'&lt;/span&gt; on her forehead with lipstick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we went to the basketball court to play this 'chain linking game'. There were 2 groups, and each group would call out someone from the other group to break the chain of their arms.My group won the end. I had to go to the other group since there werent enough people there.&lt;br /&gt;Diane told the group to charge to me beacuse I have sweaty palms. It had started to drizzle and we were getting cold so the different groups decided which area of food they were going to cook and started cooking.&lt;br /&gt;My group was in charge of cooking vegetables.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes were cooking blindly because the smoke was too thick. And we'd also dropped quite a number opf vegetables on the ground. I was doing the getting clean water, breaking twigs into appropriate sizes to use for the fire, washing the vegetables and stuff like that. I didnt do a single bit of cooking. &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;The french beans we cooked were REALLY GOOD&lt;/span&gt;. it was really crunchy. And Eunice's group's pasta was really good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, we cleared up and then the others changed into dry, proper clothes for night cycling.&lt;br /&gt;I, &lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;unfortunately&lt;/span&gt;, couldnt go night cycling because I cannot cycle [yes, I know you're smirking to yourself when you read this Galistan and Tran].&lt;br /&gt;I had to stay behind with Val, Victoria, Kim and Eunice in school for 3 hours. After they left, we went to bathe and the water was really damn&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt; COLD&lt;/span&gt;. Afterwards, we just sat there in the canteen. Eunice was reading and listening to music [something I couldnt do because my MP3 spoiled just a few days ago and I had no book]. Val was reading a comic, and Kim and Victoria were talking.&lt;br /&gt;I tried to go to sleep , but I got interrupted many times. In the end, I took Diane's magazine and started reading. Then we I went over to kim and victoria and started talking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those 3 hours were damn boring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After they came back, we all had to sleep in R201 and R202 because the basketball courts were still wet. My friends were shifting the tables so all them were right smack in the middle of the classroom together and they all went to sleep there except. It's a bit ridiculous to be sleeping on top of tables [yea la, Diane, I know you're protesting now].&lt;br /&gt;We were supposed to be up by 9.30 and everyone decided to set their alarms at 8.45.&lt;br /&gt;In the end, we woke up at 8, because Galistan and Annecy was bored and made a lot of noise. such as playing with that torchlight. Then we shifted the tables back and went down to the canteen.&lt;br /&gt;While we were bored, Kat and annecy made a &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;card tower&lt;/span&gt; out of my poker cards! in the end the whole thing fluttered down anyway. We ate breakfast and the whole morning was really very boring because some girls went to do CIP from 10am-5pm [thanks to miss teo jin ling].&lt;br /&gt;First, we broke into 2 groups and played a game called 'froozen tee'. It was the same game that my brother played in his confirmation camp.&lt;br /&gt;We broke off half of the ice by slamming it onto the ground and throwing it up into the air and letting it fall to the ground. we actually made some holes in the shirt during the process. And it was raining AGAIN. Then we went to the puddles and tried to melt off the ice.&lt;br /&gt;we tried again and went to the &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;'green thing'&lt;/span&gt;. It's actually a huge green mat for high jumps which collects lots of water when it rains because of the huge dent in the middle. The other group won this game because they ran the shirt under the tap. We thought of doing that, but we didnt want to watse water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone else was up the hall playing games. I got bored after a while and when to jump at the trampolines. we were doing flips and back flips onto the mat [mini ones, not the professional types].&lt;br /&gt;Then we went for lunch at the coffee shop outside the school to eat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After lunch, we went to the AVA room to watch &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Bring it On; All or Nothing&lt;/span&gt;. The movie was really funny and one of favourite actresses, Hayden Panettiere plays in it! it had some sick detail but most of it was really funny. Then we had a debrief by Miss Teo and we all went home!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until now, my legs are aching.&lt;br /&gt;eeeeeeeergh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I can't help but start&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Singing lines f&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;rom all our favorite songs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;And melodies in the air&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Singing, life just ain't fair &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;- View from Heaven&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Yellowcard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12327684-116479115427229877?l=darkdepressions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12327684.post-116445287323566786</id><published>2006-11-25T06:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-25T03:07:53.253-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dedicated to a freind</title><content type='html'>You're beautiful but you don't know&lt;br /&gt;Can't see what's there inside your soul&lt;br /&gt;Always feelin like you're not good enough&lt;br /&gt;You wish you could be someone else&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes you just can't see yourself&lt;br /&gt;But I can see just who you are&lt;br /&gt;W+ho you are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're exceptional the way you are&lt;br /&gt;Don't need to change for nobody&lt;br /&gt;You're incredible, anyone can see that&lt;br /&gt;When will you believe that?&lt;br /&gt;You are nothing but exceptional&lt;br /&gt;Yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You never you think you measure up&lt;br /&gt;Never smart or cool, or pretty enough&lt;br /&gt;Always feeling different from all the rest, oh&lt;br /&gt;You feel so out of place&lt;br /&gt;You think you don't fit in&lt;br /&gt;I think you're perfect in the skin you're in&lt;br /&gt;You're just perfect just how you are, just how you are, yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're exceptional the way you are&lt;br /&gt;Don't need to change for nobody&lt;br /&gt;You're incredible, anyone can see that&lt;br /&gt;When will you believe that?&lt;br /&gt;You are nothing but exceptional&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you could see the one I see when I see you&lt;br /&gt;You'd know how lucky you are to be you&lt;br /&gt;I see through into you&lt;br /&gt;And you are&lt;br /&gt;You're exceptional the way you are&lt;br /&gt;Don't need to change for nobody&lt;br /&gt;You're incredible, anyone can see that&lt;br /&gt;When will you believe that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're exceptional the way you are&lt;br /&gt;Don't need to change for nobody&lt;br /&gt;You're incredible, anyone can see that&lt;br /&gt;When will you believe that?&lt;br /&gt;You are nothing but &lt;strong&gt;exceptional&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Exceptional&lt;br /&gt;JoJo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;You have no idea how special you are.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;when are you seriously going to believe that you are a great friend the way you are&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12327684-116445287323566786?l=darkdepressions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkdepressions.blogspot.com/feeds/116445287323566786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12327684&amp;postID=116445287323566786' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12327684/posts/default/116445287323566786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12327684/posts/default/116445287323566786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkdepressions.blogspot.com/2006/11/dedicated-to-freind.html' title='Dedicated to a freind'/><author><name>Nadya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18284312598351426962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12327684.post-116437608873845251</id><published>2006-11-24T21:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-24T05:48:08.756-08:00</updated><title type='text'>perfect world</title><content type='html'>It's kinda hard to believe that exactly a year ago my life was almost close to perfect.&lt;br /&gt;Oh well. I'm trying to make the best of it all anyway.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12327684-116437608873845251?l=darkdepressions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkdepressions.blogspot.com/feeds/116437608873845251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12327684&amp;postID=116437608873845251' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12327684/posts/default/116437608873845251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12327684/posts/default/116437608873845251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkdepressions.blogspot.com/2006/11/perfect-world.html' title='perfect world'/><author><name>Nadya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18284312598351426962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12327684.post-116427756127241433</id><published>2006-11-23T18:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-23T20:45:17.516-08:00</updated><title type='text'>KAYAKING</title><content type='html'>KAYAKING; The most tiring sport on earth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Tuesday, I met galistan , Annecy and Kat and toa payoh and then we headed off to Kallang. We were &lt;em&gt;supposed&lt;/em&gt; to be early but we got lost for about an hour. Instead of crossing the road, we went straight, and went to the wrong side of the beach. And Nicole wasn't very helpful with the instructions either.&lt;br /&gt;In the end, we took a taxi and the taxi driver &lt;em&gt;claimed&lt;/em&gt; he knew the place but we got lost and had to pay him $8. that bastard. Either way, we asked the driver to drop us off at SDBA so Nicole could pick us up. Turns out it was just at the opposite side of the river.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were told how to choose the right size for the paddle, the different parts of the kayak, how to carry the kayak and how to get in the kayak. after that, we all carried the extremely heavy kayaks down to the beach and was taught the capsize drill.&lt;br /&gt;Afterwards, we all did the capsize drill and it was damn shocking! I forgot to tap the kayak 3 times due to the panic. The seawater rushed up my nose, and I think I opened my eyes underwater because I can remember the brown water all round me.&lt;br /&gt;That morning was &lt;em&gt;soooo hot&lt;/em&gt;. After the capsize drill, we just practiced kayaking round the basin. At that time, it was almost impossible to row straight! Kayaking was definately much more difficult that we expected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that we had lunch at the nearby hawker centre. Then we headed back and rowed all the way out to pebble bay. It was so damn tiring! My stupid kayak was turning in a circle all the time because of the tide and the wind. When we reached the opposite side,we had to raft together, then head back. once again, my kayak was turning in circles. I wasn't the only one though.&lt;br /&gt;All of us were admiring our sunburnt bodies. we were all practically &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;RED&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Then we walked back to SDBA to take the bus to dhauby ghaut. we ate some bread and started talking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;'mati' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;[in case you don't know, it's dead in malay]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;'who's mati?... OH'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;'Galistan you are damn slow'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;'huh?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;'You. Are. Damn. Slow'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;'OH..!'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SECOND DAY;&lt;br /&gt;This time we didn't get lost and halfway through, we met kristine and hilary. We were the earliest there so diane, annecy and I started to play 41. Diane had bought this &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;sparkling grape juice drink&lt;/span&gt; that looked like wine and all of us were drinking it. After we finished, Katrina walked around holding the bottle, pretending to be a drunk person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We brought &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;sunblock&lt;/span&gt; this time, so we were &lt;em&gt;PREPARED!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time, I had more control over the kayak. We learnt how to do the rescue drill and Diane, Annecy and I took turns to be the victim, rescuer, and assistant rescuer. In order to be the victim, we all had to do the capsize drill. I remembered to tap 3 times this time. Annecy panicked again, and she forgot to tap 3 times.&lt;br /&gt;Then we had to do forward paddle to the wall, side draw, turn and forward paddle to the buoy, then back paddle to the beach. I was so tired I just went into the water to rest, then mr jiaow told us it was time for lunch. Annecy was next to me and both of us were too tired to move. Then mr jiaow said 'Annecy, remember your chow kuay tiao' [is that how you spell it??]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After lunch, we used the double boat and it was a lot easier to steer than the single boat. Then we practised some more and we went in to before it started to rain. just as we were cleaning up the kayaks, they started to fumigate the place so we had to wait. after washing up and taking a bath we went to the classroom to collect our certificates.&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, we didnt bring sunblock and got sunburnt. This time, we brought sunblock but there was no sun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we went to xin pei's house for the sec 4 farewell and met Eunice at Yishun mrt. we waited a long time for Thoma and xin pei and shirin met us to bring them to her house. My hands were so sore. Who knew 4 bags of marshmellows were that heavy?&lt;br /&gt;When we arrived, Thoma started to start the fire and it was done about 10 minutes later! By then it started to rain so I climbed up and held the umbrella to prevent the rain was extinguishing the fire. The smoke was making it hard to breathe and it was stinging my eyes. SO DAMN PAINFUL.&lt;br /&gt;Then we played 41 again and started to eat. after everyone was done, we moved back the chairs and tables do the special performance.... Nobody memorized the verses of the song and they only knew the chorus so it sounded like this;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;So no one told you life was gonna be this way &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;mumblemumblemumble&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; *&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;clapclapclap*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Your job's a joke, &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;mumblemumble&lt;/span&gt; you're broke, your love life's D.O.A. *&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;clapclapclap*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;mumble&lt;/span&gt; like you're always stuck &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;mumble&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;in second gear &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;When it hasn't been &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;mumblemumble&lt;/span&gt; your day, your week,your month, or even your year, but &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'LL BE THERE FOR YOU!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WHEN THE RAIN STARTS TO POUR!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'LL BE THERE FOR YOU!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LIKE I'VE BEEN THERE BEFORE!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'LL BE THERE FOR YOU!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CAUSE YOU'RE THERE FOR ME TOO!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;mumblemumble&lt;/span&gt;You're still in bed at ten and work &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;mumble&lt;/span&gt; began at eight &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You've burned your &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;mumblemumblemumble&lt;/span&gt; breakfast so far, things are going great &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your mother &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;mumble &lt;/span&gt;warned you there'd be days like these &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But she didn't &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;mumblemumble&lt;/span&gt; tell when the world has brought you down to your knees&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'LL BE THERE FOR YOU!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WHEN THE RAIN STARTS TO POUR!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'LL BE THERE FOR YOU!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LIKE I'VE BEEN THERE BEFORE!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'LL BE THERE FOR YOU!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CAUSE YOU'RE FOR ME TOOOO!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;mumble&lt;/span&gt;No one could ever know me, no one could &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;mumblemumble&lt;/span&gt; ever see me &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Seems you're the only one &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;mumble&lt;/span&gt; who knows what it's like to be me &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Someone &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;mumblemumblemumble&lt;/span&gt; to face the day with, make it through all the rest with &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Someone I'll &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;mumble&lt;/span&gt; always laugh with &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Even at my worst, I'm best with you &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;mumblemumblemumble&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;YEAH!!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's like you're always stuck in second gear &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;mumble&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;When it hasn't been your day, your week, your month, or even your year, but &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'LL BE THERE FOR YOU!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WHEN THE RAIN STARTS TO POUR!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'LL BE THERE FOR YOU!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LIKE I'VE BEEN THERE BEFORE!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'LL BE THERE FOR YOU!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CAUSE YOU'RE FOR ME TOOOOOOOOOO!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at the end of the whole song, the seniors couldnt stop laughing!! we went over to give them our appreciation present. previously, diane asked me if we should put who it was from.&lt;br /&gt;'yea, we should write down "from Annecy, katrina, nadya and.... who's the last person?? OH. ME!''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after we gave our presents [a shirt with their &lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;names&lt;/span&gt; at the front and &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;'proud to be an odac-ian'&lt;/span&gt; at the back], charlotte showed them a video with all the pictures and some strange music that made me want to laugh.&lt;br /&gt;soon after we had to go home and diane's father dropped us off to sembawang mrt. aaaah. i was so tired and red.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;'I feel like a red roasted pig'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- quote from diane galistan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And you're not who you used to be &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I wonder where your gone&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Black hole&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lindsay Lohan&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12327684-116427756127241433?l=darkdepressions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkdepressions.blogspot.com/feeds/116427756127241433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12327684&amp;postID=116427756127241433' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12327684/posts/default/116427756127241433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12327684/posts/default/116427756127241433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkdepressions.blogspot.com/2006/11/kayaking.html' title='KAYAKING'/><author><name>Nadya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18284312598351426962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12327684.post-116401945920709313</id><published>2006-11-20T18:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-20T02:44:19.223-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I will speak for myself</title><content type='html'>While you stand there laughing with your friends,&lt;br /&gt;You fail to realise there's someone else crying alone in the dark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Cause I will, I will &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Speak for myself &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;What you see isn't all I am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I need a place to stand &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I will, I will speak for myself &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;There's so much you're missing &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;If you cared you'd listen &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;-Speak for Myself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Aly &amp;amp; AJ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12327684-116401945920709313?l=darkdepressions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkdepressions.blogspot.com/feeds/116401945920709313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12327684&amp;postID=116401945920709313' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12327684/posts/default/116401945920709313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12327684/posts/default/116401945920709313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkdepressions.blogspot.com/2006/11/i-will-speak-for-myself.html' title='I will speak for myself'/><author><name>Nadya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18284312598351426962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12327684.post-116359344227602305</id><published>2006-11-15T20:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T04:25:07.283-08:00</updated><title type='text'>odac</title><content type='html'>ODAC today!&lt;br /&gt;I came to school earlier and the only person there was Jodie. Soon everybody was there and we just started talking. Miss teo came late because I think she was sorting out the camp forms. When she came, she realized that she didnt stamp the forms. Then she had to go back up&lt;br /&gt;By the time she was done, it was almost an hour. Everybody was just talking and talking. Annecy and Katrina were telling us about regatta and all. the schools in the race were mayflower, KC and us. they told us KC were in the lead at first and then they caught up. When Annecy was about to give up, Sharon shouted 'KC is right beside you!' then Annecy got the motivation.&lt;br /&gt;Haha. Way to know how to get us working. She knows we all don't like KC.&lt;br /&gt;When miss teo returned, she gave us our camp forms and told us that she shortened the camp so it's only 2 days 1 night, unlike the 3 days 2 night camp we were planning. oh well, it's alright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ended up running round both the basketball and netball courts 10 times non-stop. It's reasonably shorter then running 2.4 anyway. Then since it was getting late, miss teo wanted to strengthen our arm muscles. We had to piggy-back someone our own size across the basketball court and up the gallery steps, then down the steps and cross the court again.&lt;br /&gt;I partnered Kat because she's more my height than Diane, who's more of Annecy's size.&lt;br /&gt;It's so heavy when I climbed up the gallery steps! It was like I was carrying 2 katrinas instead of one. She kept slipping so it was hard for me to carry her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we had to arm wrestle our partner. When we win, we'd get 1 point and we had to get 10 points before we ended. I arm wrestled Kat 3 times and I won them all. If we challenged miss te we would get 3 points. wow. That must have been the first time I could beat someone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Annecy heard that she was supposed to arm wrestle Diane, her jaw dropped. HAHA. Good luck to her. In the end Diane won all of it. Of course.&lt;br /&gt;Then I switvched partners and arm wrestled Annecy. I lost for right arm, but I won for the left arm. I'm a left rower anyway, so I'm stronger in the left arm. I arm wrestled Diane and I obviously lost. Both arms. But Diane is way weaker in her left arm compared to her right. Duh, she's a right rower.&lt;br /&gt;Olga had challenged miss teo and she WON! Then I told Diane to arm wrestle with Olga. The whole ODAC had stopped arm wrestling and watched Olga and Diane.&lt;br /&gt;'Go Diane!'&lt;br /&gt;'Go Olga!'&lt;br /&gt;We were all cheering and I tell you, they must have been wrestling for more then 2 or 3 minutes. Olga was sweating but it made her look like as if she was crying. But she wasn't. In the end DIANE WON. haha. she's so damn strong.&lt;br /&gt;afterwards we met the comm members and by the time we finished it was about 10. 30 or so. I decided to take pity on Galistan because she didn't have guitar until 2pm, so Kat, Tran, Galistan and I went to eat lunch at the EC Mac.&lt;br /&gt;I had no idea what to buy so in the end I bought a mcspicy and I almost died eating it. At one point they said I looked like I was about to cry! But 'at that point' my mouth was already burning and my coke was almost finished. I like the mcspicy but sometimes it's just too much for me to take.&lt;br /&gt;After that, Kat, Galistan and I went to the Library because Katrina wanted to borrow books and I was bored and Diane still had a lot of time before guitar. In the end I ended up borrowing a book. Then I went home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love Aly &amp; AJ! I heard their album on youtube and I'm liking them more and more. I'm waiting for their cd to come to spore. as well as Vanessa Hudgens, Ashley parker Angel...&lt;br /&gt;I need to save up more money. And I still owe Galistan money. Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Suddenly I'm all alone&lt;br /&gt;Pushed away from nothing wrong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Out of the Blue&lt;br /&gt;Aly &amp;amp; AJ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12327684-116359344227602305?l=darkdepressions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkdepressions.blogspot.com/feeds/116359344227602305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12327684&amp;postID=116359344227602305' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12327684/posts/default/116359344227602305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12327684/posts/default/116359344227602305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkdepressions.blogspot.com/2006/11/odac.html' title='odac'/><author><name>Nadya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18284312598351426962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12327684.post-116349557309256524</id><published>2006-11-14T17:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T04:25:31.170-08:00</updated><title type='text'>WE ARE THE CHAMPIONS again</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;IJ TP ODAC DRAGONBOATERS ARE &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;CHAMPIONS&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;ONCE AGAIN!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The team that was chosen to compete in River Regatta &amp; won Gold!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Go on&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Get out of my head&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm on the wrong side of the parallel universe&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Am I alive or just dead&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I've been stumbling in the dark&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Living in a crash world&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;;           -Crash World&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Hilary Duff&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12327684-116349557309256524?l=darkdepressions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkdepressions.blogspot.com/feeds/116349557309256524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12327684&amp;postID=116349557309256524' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12327684/posts/default/116349557309256524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12327684/posts/default/116349557309256524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkdepressions.blogspot.com/2006/11/we-are-champions-again.html' title='WE ARE THE CHAMPIONS again'/><author><name>Nadya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18284312598351426962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12327684.post-116316750693901781</id><published>2006-11-10T21:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-10T06:12:45.423-08:00</updated><title type='text'>on the ride</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Crying myself to sleep, again and again&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm feeling the rain&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Singing out to myself&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Trying to make things all better, now&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm asking myself how&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Thought it was over&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Thought I'd feel nothing&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But looks like once again I'm wrong&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I know I got to be strong&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Life has moments when you just want to scream&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Let it out&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And release all the pain&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I know I'm feeling the rain&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But you know it's not helping&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;When noone's there to lend to a shoulder&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;To let you cry&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;To help you fly&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;To tell you everything's gonna be okay when you know&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's never going to alright&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm feeling my heart break again&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&amp; I don't know why&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;We don't have to try&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;To think the same thoughts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;We just have a way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Of knowing everything's gonna be ok&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;- On the Ride&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Aly &amp;amp; AJ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12327684-116316750693901781?l=darkdepressions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkdepressions.blogspot.com/feeds/116316750693901781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12327684&amp;postID=116316750693901781' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12327684/posts/default/116316750693901781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12327684/posts/default/116316750693901781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkdepressions.blogspot.com/2006/11/on-ride.html' title='on the ride'/><author><name>Nadya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18284312598351426962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12327684.post-116306702730282799</id><published>2006-11-09T18:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-09T02:22:26.676-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ROCK CLIMBING!</title><content type='html'>Yesterday had another ODAC session and we went all the way to Jln.. something in Choa Chu Kang for rock climbing, abseiling, and flying fox. Choa Chu Kang has a lot of stray dogs. counted about 8 stray dogs. I don't think they were the same ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, we got a briefing on how to belay and how to put on the harness and helmets. Then we got broken up into 3 grps and i was in the same group as diane, antonia and charlotte and some other people. We went to the tower to do flying fox first. charlotte went first, then antonia then ME. It was damn scary when we reached the wooden plank to jump off.&lt;br /&gt;when i was coming down, i looked up and noticed something there. it was a damn spider! it was climbing up,though, not down. I went up the trolley and charlotte unhooked me. Then after that, diane went down [the first one who didnt scream. of course not. diane never screams.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wearing the helmet makes your head sweat and it was about 10 or 11 am then, so the sun is hot.&lt;br /&gt;some of us unbuckled the helmet, but didnt take it off, because the buckle was really uncomfortable. all of a sudden, the female instructor was shouting from the main hall [somewhere near the rock wall] 'BUCKLE YOUR HELMETS!'. How she managed to see from there i dont know. all of us were asking the same question. then Victoria [i think] said 'She's got eyes at the back of her horns.' [line taken from the movie 'Ice Princess']&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, we all finished jumping down then we headed for the rock wall. at first i had to belay for maxine, and ms teo kept shouting at me becuse i didnt know how to belay properly. after that i got the hang of it anyway. after maxine, diane climbed and she managed to climb all the way and fell about once or twice. how expected.&lt;br /&gt;after that, i went to start climbing at the right side of the wall and antonia was belaying for me. i managed to climb all the way to the top without falling off! amazingly enough, since i'm scared of heights. the last time i went rock climbing was in p5 camp and i managed to cross the red line, but then gave up coz i was already shaking and the wall in front of me was blank because all the 'rocks' fell off, leaving only one or two.&lt;br /&gt;after that, diane was belaying for victoria, and miss teo kept shouting at her as well. belaying isnt easy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, we went back to the tower to go ABSEILING. the thing i was dreading most of all. once again, i went up with diane. I didnt really want to go, and neither did christabel, penny, victoria. But miss teo called diane and my name so we had to go up. I kept telling diane to go closer to miss teo, so we could abseil on her side of the wall, instead of going to the female instructor [which none of us liked]. when diane went down, the look on her face is funny. its like she's scared and yet doesnt want to show it. after that was my turn. By then it was already drizzling.&lt;br /&gt;Abseiling is damn scray when you're first 'sitting down'. Not to mention I have never abseiled before so I didnt know how to work the strings. The main problem while I was coming down was my feet kept moving away from the wall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;HAPPY 15th BIRTHDAY TO ELIZABTH LEE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[7th november]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;HAPPY&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;50th&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;BIRTHDAY&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;TO &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;MY&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;FATHER!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was yesterday though. we went to an all-you-can-eat japanese restaurant. ugh. I hate japanese food. and we went there with my father's friends. What I hate about these gatherings, is that my father's friends always treat me like I'm 5, and since it's a japanese restuarant, I'm picky about the food. Not to mention, my parents ALWAYS ALWAYS say the only thing I eat is chicken.&lt;br /&gt;er HELLO. they act like they dont know my eating preferences and make me sound like I'm a spoiled brat or somethings.&lt;br /&gt;1. I don't eat japanese, korean, chinese, cantoneses, thai or vietnamese food etc. I hate it.&lt;br /&gt;2. I don't eat raw food.&lt;br /&gt;3. I don't eat any endangered speices [eg. shark's fin]&lt;br /&gt;4. I don't eat red meat [animal lover thing]&lt;br /&gt;5. I don't eat seafood because when I'm sort of allergic to it. I can eat fish though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's so annoying. everytime it's the same. they always dont mention WHY dont eat the damn things.ugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I remember when you came with me that night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;We said forever, that you would never let me go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;But here I am again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;With nothing left inside&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Know I don't wanna&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;But I gotta let you go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;              - Let You Go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Ashley Parker Angel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12327684-116306702730282799?l=darkdepressions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkdepressions.blogspot.com/feeds/116306702730282799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12327684&amp;postID=116306702730282799' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12327684/posts/default/116306702730282799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12327684/posts/default/116306702730282799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkdepressions.blogspot.com/2006/11/rock-climbing.html' title='ROCK CLIMBING!'/><author><name>Nadya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18284312598351426962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12327684.post-116280382342669806</id><published>2006-11-06T16:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-06T01:15:53.503-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hong Kong</title><content type='html'>well.&lt;br /&gt;There's nothing much to say about HK. people there are way more polite then here. and they wear boots there! without looking weird. I mean, if you were to wear that in singapore, people'd probably stare at you.&lt;br /&gt;it was freezing cold there. about 22-26 degrees celcius. singapore doesnt even get a low temperature like 22 degrees celcius even at night.&lt;br /&gt;we did tons shopping. they even have branded fashion brands that singapore doesn't have! like &lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;BCBG Maz Azria&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Missoni &lt;/span&gt;and &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Marc by Marc Jacobs&lt;/span&gt;. you can't find these very easily in singapore. we shouldnt have come to HK in November because all the shops are selling winter clothes!&lt;br /&gt;altogether, i got a pair of reebok school shoes, slippers, a pair of nike gloves for DB, a belt and 2 bags. not a single shirt or pants. and my aunt got me the new Jesse McCartney CD. I was showing it to my mum when she just suddenly grabbed it off me and headed towards the counter, insisting that she wanted to pay for it and give it to me as a gift. she's pretty strong for a 50 year old woman. wait, i think 60 year old. i like the songs 'Just So You Know', 'Right Back In the Water' and 'Tell Her'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Just so you know&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;This feeling's takin' control&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Of me and I can't help it&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I won't sit around&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I can't let him win now&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Thought you should know&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I've tried my best to let go&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Of you but I don't want to&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I just gotta say it all before I go&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Just so you know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on wednesday we went to a place called Stanley Market where they sell all the weird looking stuff that are real cheap. It's somewhere at the foot of the mountains, near the sea and nearby there's a place called Repulse Bay. &lt;em&gt;Repulse Bay&lt;/em&gt;. yep. what a strange name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to speak a mixture of Bahasa, English and Chinese to communicate with my relatives and people there. the people in HK speak Cantonese.&lt;br /&gt;after the stanley market, we waited about nearly an hour for the bus to come and take us to the peak of the mountain. it had gone dark by the time we had decided to take the taxi up there.&lt;br /&gt;oh, and the sky in HK goes dark at about 6pm. and the name for their EZ-Link card is called &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;OCTOPUS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the peak is even colder than Stanley. we went all the way to the top of a shopping centre where they had this deck to enjoy the view. and get frozen up. the wind up there is so strong that you could lean forward and the weight could support you.&lt;br /&gt;its stronger than the kind of wind models have for their photoshoots [not that I would know]. you have to fight the wind just to walk forward. the view there is spectacular. you can see all the lights, even the ferries that go from mainland to the other islands.&lt;br /&gt;the buildings can go up to 60 levels as well! and not just for offices and such but condominiums too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In HK, you are either rich or poor. there are buildings that look even better than the condos here, and then there are the buildings that arent even painted and look like buildings from the world war 2. when you walk down any street, you can also see the big lighted up advertisments that you see in movies. and one of the ridiculous things are that certain restaurants allow people to smoke.&lt;br /&gt;well thats about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&amp;amp; I wanted to fly so you gave me your wings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;And time held its breath so I could see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;And you set me free&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- You set me free&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Michelle Branch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12327684-116280382342669806?l=darkdepressions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darkdepressions.blogspot.com/feeds/116280382342669806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12327684&amp;postID=116280382342669806' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12327684/posts/default/116280382342669806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12327684/posts/default/116280382342669806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darkdepressions.blogspot.com/2006/11/hong-kong.html' title='Hong Kong'/><author><name>Nadya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18284312598351426962</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
