<?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-10406816</id><updated>2011-07-08T07:09:43.631+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Unknown Destiny</title><subtitle type='html'>my on and off relationship with blogs</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-unknown-destiny.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10406816/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-unknown-destiny.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10406816/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Danetta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17842517314412205387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>195</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10406816.post-874890859052932753</id><published>2009-05-04T15:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T15:36:23.591+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today I racewalked with a primary sku kid for 5 mins on the way home while tryna be unobvious. so it wasn't that fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did that cause she overtook me when I was smsing &gt;_&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think she was doing the same thing. so we walked no we sped side by side all the way.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10406816-874890859052932753?l=my-unknown-destiny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-unknown-destiny.blogspot.com/feeds/874890859052932753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10406816&amp;postID=874890859052932753' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10406816/posts/default/874890859052932753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10406816/posts/default/874890859052932753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-unknown-destiny.blogspot.com/2009/05/today-i-racewalked-with-primary-sku-kid.html' title=''/><author><name>Danetta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17842517314412205387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-10406816.post-8410498413847065799</id><published>2009-04-30T10:38:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T11:09:22.785+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Complication that is Life</title><content type='html'>Life sure is a roller coaster.&lt;br /&gt;You never really know whats gonna happen. It sends you way up high, then shocks you with a sudden downward swoop, then puts the food back into your mouth. (ew)&lt;br /&gt;Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;That's what the last 2-3 weeks has been like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;trainings and strings practices filled everyday of my life, leading up to track nationals 13-23 April (SUPER stressful and a little fun and missed a LOT of school), then 27 April was SLC concert at Esplanade, (totally fun and stressful and missed school), then SYF on 29 April (not as fun but still okay and stressful and missed school.&lt;br /&gt;And life doesn't let me get away with just that. The very next day is Math and Chem. But on 27 April I was told that Chem got deferred for sec 4 strings people. and i was like, oh! YAY. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But this morning, 30 April, somehow I wasn't very convinced that it got deferred. I dunno, its just one of those irking feelings. So after math I was looking for any strings sec 4 and saw hui ying. and I asked her, no chem right? okay, good. And I went down to hand in my history PT, which was due at 3pm (yeah another commitment!) I went down to the Anderson Staffroom, then realised that miss Lee was upstairs at Queens. So I was choosing between calling downstairs first or going up to call. THANK GOODNESS I went up to call. I saw Shan Jee, Wing Yan, Jia Yi, Hui Ying all outside the Queens staffroom, and they were all looking for Miss Lim to hand in their ack forms for deferment of Chem (BIG SHOCK for me) I was like WHHHAAAAAT?! I have to fill in the form?!?!??!?! (starts trembling) Hui Ying insisted I went to the library to download the form while SJ called Ms K. -we run to the library- see Li Xuan on the comp - hijack it. cannot log into inet. SHIT. OH, why dont we just photocopy my history deferment form? okay. photocopy - - - correction tape - - - photocopy. OKAY. ran back to Queens. They cant contact Ms K. Hui Ying and I went to GO. (long story. deferment is supposed to be made 5 working days before the thing. huiying even said if cannot i should go home and get MC. result is I had to find Ms K and get her to sign, and they WILL approve it.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that was the problem. followed hui ying to foyer to call miss khoo, was called back to GO - Miss K on the phone. she was at queens. ran up to queens, called Ms K, not in! ran to class ( i left my hp and wallet in locker) ran to foyer smsed hui ying (she was going to meet me there) walk back up the stairs - ooh, hui ying! (she tells me to call a certain number ) called two wrong extensions because of that hahah. reacalled the original. not in. then she suggested calling from the toilet. then LO AND BEHOLD, Miss K walks out! YAY. saved. sign, more chatting - if miss session, must find out what happened. ex co also should let me know, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go back down to GO. Meet Miss Lim on the way! She tells us about the procedure, the rationale of why I had to go get the form signed and not verbally approved though it really was approved already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(by now I'm sweating like a pig) (oh no, swine) Miss Lim's like, "aye, dont cry!" hahah. (its sweat! X( )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then she pats me on the back and leads me towards the GO and says I should go home and study..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then I go back up, (AGAIN) (I probably went up and down.. exactly 7 times so far) call Miss Lee. OH no, she's not in. squeeze past the people studying outside the classes to my class, and got angelic amanda to hand in my pt for me, yay. haha. Hope that goes alright. and finally, I went down, saw the gate closed, went to the foyer, and LEFT. Math ended at 9, it was 9.45.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took a taxi home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what a lot of activity for a sick person. (well, an ALMOST sick person. i can feel that back of nose and throat pain thing.) I'm so glaaad it worked out fine, I did actually pray for that. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BIG THANKS goes out to Hui Ying, my gosh, she's such an angel. She helped me like it was her own exam at stake :O &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and Miss Lim and Ling for being compliable. and Ms K for signing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PHEW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now i can rest in pieces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh wait, there's still bio ss physics on mon, 5 items on tue, and chem on wed. so much for resting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nowadays it seems my blouse and pinafore are constantly drenched. I'm running around everywhere. really, track never leaves one, even after nationals.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10406816-8410498413847065799?l=my-unknown-destiny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-unknown-destiny.blogspot.com/feeds/8410498413847065799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10406816&amp;postID=8410498413847065799' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10406816/posts/default/8410498413847065799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10406816/posts/default/8410498413847065799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-unknown-destiny.blogspot.com/2009/04/complication-that-is-life.html' title='The Complication that is Life'/><author><name>Danetta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17842517314412205387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-10406816.post-3490856656945889404</id><published>2009-03-16T21:04:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T21:21:40.925+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>AWESOME AWESOME AWESOME &lt;br /&gt;he's so SERIOUSLY PHENOMENAL! never anything like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and so cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PYM2u6n-e7s&amp;NR=1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THIS ONES EVEN BETTER,&lt;br /&gt;ABSOLUTELY FANTASTIC.&lt;br /&gt;He almost cried! my eyes were like watering..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YdDIsImNfBY&amp;feature=related&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1ABb3Sf8h-I&amp;feature=related&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this ones really quirky!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and this! this! this is just. SO CUTE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VlO1gORTWBM&amp;NR=1&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10406816-3490856656945889404?l=my-unknown-destiny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-unknown-destiny.blogspot.com/feeds/3490856656945889404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10406816&amp;postID=3490856656945889404' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10406816/posts/default/3490856656945889404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10406816/posts/default/3490856656945889404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-unknown-destiny.blogspot.com/2009/03/awesome-awesome-awesome-hes-so.html' title=''/><author><name>Danetta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17842517314412205387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-10406816.post-5983869616695547189</id><published>2009-03-15T23:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T23:30:33.447+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>EVENTFUL DAY! more to come if i remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 interesting things.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10406816-5983869616695547189?l=my-unknown-destiny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-unknown-destiny.blogspot.com/feeds/5983869616695547189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10406816&amp;postID=5983869616695547189' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10406816/posts/default/5983869616695547189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10406816/posts/default/5983869616695547189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-unknown-destiny.blogspot.com/2009/03/eventful-day-more-to-come-if-i-remember.html' title=''/><author><name>Danetta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17842517314412205387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-10406816.post-6199600432116025819</id><published>2009-01-31T22:28:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T22:34:42.880+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>January 29&lt;br /&gt;It's been a week since I lost my loved one. What a tragedy it is when such a young, beautiful life is stolen, and there was naught I could do about it. Oh, how I miss you, my lovely new red bicycle with a basket in front. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so sorry, bicycle. If only I hadn't changed the usual place where I left you so unwillingly every morning. I'd become lazy - lazy to climb laboriously up the overhead bridge to the Mass Rapid Transport station. Thus, I had brought you to a place where you would be all alone, but where I did not have to climb stairs anywhere. Many an eye must have looked on in admiration at you as they strolled by, longing to have you as their own. How you must have stood out, your shiny red coat gleaming in the sunlight, showing off while there were no other bicycles to steal your limelightl. What a grave mistake I must've made, and it was the last one I would ever make in consideration of you. It was this decision that caused your downfall. Well, that and the greed of your kidnapper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i came back for you, I panicked, for you were no longer where I left you. For a moment, I was hopeful. Perhaps my mother had taken you away, and you were safe at home. or perhaps, my mother had taken you away to a safer place. But no, she did not. You were cut off from me forever, no longer could I claim you for myself. The bond between you and I was severed, without a trace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you cannot comprehend how i've survived this week without you. everywhere i go, i travel on foot agonising about how slowly it takes to get anywhere. i often find myself running away from home, trying to slip out of the grasp of time and all its hands. you see, i've not gotten used to the lengthened time taken to get around. i miss the exhilaration i felt as i sped down the slopes on you with the wind in my hair and a smile on my face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet, I wish you happiness in your birth into another life. Maybe you will sserve your new master better than you did I, since he was so desperate that he just HAD to have you. I'm sorry you had to bear the trauma of having strange, foreign hands snip off your chain and wheel you away. Goodbye, forever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10406816-6199600432116025819?l=my-unknown-destiny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-unknown-destiny.blogspot.com/feeds/6199600432116025819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10406816&amp;postID=6199600432116025819' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10406816/posts/default/6199600432116025819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10406816/posts/default/6199600432116025819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-unknown-destiny.blogspot.com/2009/01/january-29-its-been-week-since-i-lost.html' title=''/><author><name>Danetta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17842517314412205387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-10406816.post-4028711703856465173</id><published>2009-01-18T20:09:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-18T21:29:43.184+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>pretty choc!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E4aVCl7pd6g/SXMeUbM0chI/AAAAAAAAASE/RJwaa9Pntxo/s1600-h/H+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E4aVCl7pd6g/SXMeUbM0chI/AAAAAAAAASE/RJwaa9Pntxo/s200/H+001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292607323338207762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CUTE CHOCOLATE!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E4aVCl7pd6g/SXMfPjPflXI/AAAAAAAAASM/pCZORObep9o/s1600-h/H+023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E4aVCl7pd6g/SXMfPjPflXI/AAAAAAAAASM/pCZORObep9o/s200/H+023.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292608339109188978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E4aVCl7pd6g/SXMhdwA0XrI/AAAAAAAAASc/g53R4SQZuXg/s1600-h/H+028.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E4aVCl7pd6g/SXMhdwA0XrI/AAAAAAAAASc/g53R4SQZuXg/s200/H+028.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292610782078721714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E4aVCl7pd6g/SXMg584gZNI/AAAAAAAAASU/HGkc-jmSU9Y/s1600-h/H+027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E4aVCl7pd6g/SXMg584gZNI/AAAAAAAAASU/HGkc-jmSU9Y/s200/H+027.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292610167058228434" 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/10406816-4028711703856465173?l=my-unknown-destiny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-unknown-destiny.blogspot.com/feeds/4028711703856465173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10406816&amp;postID=4028711703856465173' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10406816/posts/default/4028711703856465173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10406816/posts/default/4028711703856465173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-unknown-destiny.blogspot.com/2009/01/pretty-choc-cute-chocolate.html' title=''/><author><name>Danetta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17842517314412205387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E4aVCl7pd6g/SXMeUbM0chI/AAAAAAAAASE/RJwaa9Pntxo/s72-c/H+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10406816.post-8007255879829599549</id><published>2009-01-18T19:37:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-18T20:04:44.925+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>the best prank ever played by us was played yesterday! AWESOME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my jaw almost dropped off, the prank was so baaddd! I can't believe they believed hahahah super funny and good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no suspicion AT ALL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10406816-8007255879829599549?l=my-unknown-destiny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-unknown-destiny.blogspot.com/feeds/8007255879829599549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10406816&amp;postID=8007255879829599549' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10406816/posts/default/8007255879829599549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10406816/posts/default/8007255879829599549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-unknown-destiny.blogspot.com/2009/01/best-prank-ever-played-by-us-was-played.html' title=''/><author><name>Danetta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17842517314412205387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-10406816.post-3633579173532936568</id><published>2009-01-18T15:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-18T16:25:24.703+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>On the 9th I got a letter from CLEO! I won a hamper from Johnson's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, that's what I was doing on Tuesday, lost in Zion Road, at Great World City (GWC), trying to find Concorde Shopping Centre where the ACP magazine office was located on Outram Road. It was just my day. I hadn't, for once, thought of using the street directory before I set out on this "expedition". The excitement had numbed my brain. So there I was, on a strings off-day, wasting an hour and a dollar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had reached Outram Park station, but had failed to locate Concorde Shopping Centre on the locality map. I approached the control stsation, where the lady told me to take bus 75 after crossing the road. Getting on the bus, the driver confirmed that the location was on the route. However, when I got off after three stops, I realised dumbly that I had no idea in which direction I should head! There was a fifty-fifty chance of going in the right direction. Seeing a mall-like building, I walked towards it, but soon realised it was GWC. I asked two shop staff if they knew where Concorde Shopping Centre was. They didn't. Finally, after wandering around aimlessly and with my phone battery dead, I walked in the opposite direction which I had not chosen to go earlier on. I walked briskly. A lady and her adult daughter were in front of me, and I soon caught up with them. They informed me that they too were new to the area, and did not know for sure where the shopping centre was, but that they knew there was a Concorde Hotel in the direction I was heading. By then I was struggling to restrain my tears. My throat was tight, but I remained polite, thanking them, suddenly acutely aware of my attire of school uniform. I was enraged at the station lady and the bus driver, wondering how it was possible that both of them could give me the wrong directions! I was convinced they had gotten the two places mixed up. It was 5.45 pm and I gave up searching. I would have continued, if not for the fact that the ACP office only opened till six. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fortunately, I knew of the shuttle from GWC to Orchard, hence saving a lot of precious time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;January 14th&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My handphone IS utterly annoying! My friends tried to call me on the night of the 13th to wish me a Happy Sweet Sixteen, but ever since I dropped my phone yet again, it has been having trouble with reception. Nonetheless, I was excited about what my friends were oging to do for me, and I rushed out of the house, and got on my bike to the MRT. I had already gotten onto the empty train from Ang Mo Kio before I realised that in my haste, I had left my training attire and shoe bag in the bicycle basket! I rushed back to Bishan and contemplated taking a taxi to school. I finally decided that hailing a taxi would take eons. I entered the school gates at 7.15, too late to get to class. Good thing it would be another 2 hours and 25 minutes before I would be sixteen, or my birthday would've been half ruined.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That night I checked the street directory, intent on receiving the hamper. I sputtered at what I found. At 317 Outram Road was Holiday Inn Atrium Shopping Centre. Where was Concorde? In that case, the place I was led near to was correct after all! Maybe they changed its name...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;January 15&lt;br /&gt;Another strings off-day, which is why I reattempted the hamper expedition. All went well, I found that Concorde Shopping Centre in same lot as Holiday Inn. I went up to the second floor and tried to go to the third but the escalators I found were all blocked off at the top! The light was dim, and the place gave off very creepy vibes. I was on the verge of giving up, but no, I had come all the way yet again! I found an escalator that was not blocked off! Finally. I handed my letter over the counter, and as I waited, the receptionist wheeled out a large box, about the width of my shoulders. They had said to bring my own bag, but this! It couldn't possibly fit into any bag I brought! It weighed a ton too! I contemplated purchasing a CLEO bag for $2, but was reluctant to spend that unnecessary money. Eventually, I divided its contents, stuffing my bag to a near-explosive point. The box was still riducul0ously heavy, though! Still, I stubbornly heaved the box down to the ground floor, and transferred more bottles to my backpack. I walked briskly like the box wasn't heavy at all. It may be silly but I was afraid of being attacked while my hands were tied up with carrying the box. I rested every minute or so, changing positions. It was torture! The originally 10 minute walk back to GWC had lengthened into 20. I finally made it to GWC, and waited for the shuttle back to Orchard. Even the bus being 3 minutes late irritated me then. I lugged the box around Orchard MRT station, expecting to be stopped under suspicion of habouring an explosive, which is partly true - my bag could tear violently at the seams without warning! By the time I was walking home, I was resting every 30 seconds, even using my legs to lift the box momentarily aas I walked. My biceps were burning. My forearms red and raw from the box's and the plastic bag I had with me's rubbing. I couldn't have put hte box in my bicycle because the basket was too small for the box. Finally I burst through my house door, beat. You may think, was that even worth all that effort? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I retort, "It's not everyday you win something. If you won a trophy in a race, would you give it up just because it takes effort to carry home? Besides, I can be proud of being physically able of carrying more than 20kg of weight 40 minutes home. Anyway, it's like a birthday present from CLEO (haha, as if).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10406816-3633579173532936568?l=my-unknown-destiny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-unknown-destiny.blogspot.com/feeds/3633579173532936568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10406816&amp;postID=3633579173532936568' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10406816/posts/default/3633579173532936568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10406816/posts/default/3633579173532936568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-unknown-destiny.blogspot.com/2009/01/on-9th-i-got-letter-from-cleo-i-won.html' title=''/><author><name>Danetta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17842517314412205387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-10406816.post-512757602339887664</id><published>2009-01-06T22:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T22:14:26.292+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I felt like a totally out of character idiot during SS today! LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we were starting on globalisation so Miss Lim suddenly brain waved as to how to introduce it. She was like ah! Cheryl's drinking water. Where's her bottle made from? everyone: CHINA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;where does your pencil case come from? (i dont actually know if she said exactly this i'm just exampling) &lt;br /&gt;everyone: CHINA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-getting a bit annoyed with our chinas- where is billabong made? &lt;br /&gt;everyone: CHINA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;same thing with ripcurl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finally, kind of laughing, she asks who is holding something that is made in Singapore?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here's where I get retarded. cause I was actually very tired already, so I was high. (both Irina and Berenice are high when they're tired. dont ask me why)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i stuck my hand up straight and waved a little, saying excitedly, ME! ME!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-does not put hand down, but uses right hand to stab at collarbone three times and continues saying excitedly- ME! ME!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I were a third person I'd wanta smack myself over the head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then there was the light house thing. &lt;br /&gt;after which I turned to Shityun and asked, am I talking nonsense?&lt;br /&gt;dont ask me what That was about. I dont think I heard the question right in the first place.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10406816-512757602339887664?l=my-unknown-destiny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-unknown-destiny.blogspot.com/feeds/512757602339887664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10406816&amp;postID=512757602339887664' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10406816/posts/default/512757602339887664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10406816/posts/default/512757602339887664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-unknown-destiny.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-felt-like-totally-out-of-character.html' title=''/><author><name>Danetta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17842517314412205387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-10406816.post-9167720122729422401</id><published>2009-01-04T16:15:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T16:16:09.495+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>According to your age, list down the number of things that most people don't know about you.&lt;br /&gt;And then tag 5 people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay. almost 16. I'm done.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10406816-9167720122729422401?l=my-unknown-destiny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-unknown-destiny.blogspot.com/feeds/9167720122729422401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10406816&amp;postID=9167720122729422401' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10406816/posts/default/9167720122729422401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10406816/posts/default/9167720122729422401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-unknown-destiny.blogspot.com/2009/01/according-to-your-age-list-down-number.html' title=''/><author><name>Danetta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17842517314412205387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-10406816.post-1144744639947386764</id><published>2009-01-01T22:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T22:33:07.836+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>random things here.&lt;br /&gt;funny messages with jiya:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;talking about green gas in cartoons and how imagine if you fart it, or burp..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and green house gases aka buckle house gases cause global warming&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so here's jiya's message!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buckle up, we're heading for the green house. I'm gassing that it's just a load of gas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i dreamt about an evil edward&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Breaking Benjamin has been repeating on my ipod for days. so then i went to look for videos. and i think Ben Burnley looks like a vampire, he could be an evil edward. yes, like the one in my dream/nightmare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;imagine if there were two Ben Burnleys. Global warming would be Global heating.&lt;br /&gt;jiya: burnley burnt a hole in the sky. hmm imagine him doing whatever evil edwards do with evil angel playing in the background&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: imagine he's killing someone.. and in the background is SAY GOODBYE! AS WE DANCE WITH THE DEVIL TONIGHT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then today we were saying we should totally get excuses to use the lift. so i said (in order to relate to the song) we should ask the evil angel to carry us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jiya: Hahaha me thinks an evil angel wouldn't fly kids around without anything in return. Say our souls. Or unimportant things like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, then we could fly on chicken wings (i think only jiya'd get it heh)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i cant believe i knew avanthi looked familiar but didnt know who she was until i saw her name today on her paper. jeez i'm so slow! after about 3 months of tuition?! and half of them sitting next to her. see, its what long hair does to you. disguises.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hope my hair cut's okay. first thought: OMG noo ah lian?! but then after the blow wore out&lt;br /&gt;and my hair was no longer straight it started to look a bit more rocker punk girl but not really, aka j humphrey.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10406816-1144744639947386764?l=my-unknown-destiny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-unknown-destiny.blogspot.com/feeds/1144744639947386764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10406816&amp;postID=1144744639947386764' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10406816/posts/default/1144744639947386764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10406816/posts/default/1144744639947386764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-unknown-destiny.blogspot.com/2009/01/random-things-here.html' title=''/><author><name>Danetta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17842517314412205387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-10406816.post-8877695906140941628</id><published>2008-11-30T18:19:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T19:46:21.718+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today was a long day! With painful balls involved.. balls of the feet that is. hahah. but it wasn't extreme.. ,wet, squeaky sneakers and wet, black turning jeans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE RESULTS WERE WORTH THE ORDEAL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jiya and I went to Haji Lane! first we ate at Pasta Mania. and I told her about my wild previous night LOL. i shall talk about that later.&lt;br /&gt;we walked all over Bugis Junction, then decided to go outside. and we walked down North Bridge Rd, down perverted pelvis street (purvis street) then went towards city hall, passing Raffles Hotel (and walking on the nice gravel there). Of course, this was all in the opposite direction of Haji Lane. But we didnt mind! not yet anyway. So then we cabbed to Haji Lane. HAHA. cause we didn't want to walk 15 minutes in the opposite direction. it was okay though, only 3.40 yay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, we got to Haji Lane. But the flea market was still young. We encountered the first and best shop, Victoria Jomo! I bought 3 tees, $4 each WHOOOOO.and they're all nice! except the snake and ladder shirt has weirdly cut sleeves..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we cruised down lalallala. and then bought another 2 shirts, one was $3, another $5. then we found a really cute trinket thing thing. and I bought a vintage luggage.... necklace! hahah. for $12 so its quite ex i suppose. but its shocute! (in Bugis Junction there was a shop called shugar hahah)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and clouds loomed overhead. the sky was really really really BLACK. the loft is so nice. and so's soon lee. (random)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay then it started raining when we had gone back to VJ. then we walked back to the trinket shop and it was THEN that i got the necklace. i gave 15 then she was like searching for change then finally asked do you have small change? and i was like no... and then i waited awhile longer, all the while getting wet because my new umbrella can't take heavy rain. so thats when my sneakers and my jeans got wet :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E4aVCl7pd6g/STJ5_kzdzxI/AAAAAAAAAP0/DTWQv7c8dLQ/s1600-h/R+012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E4aVCl7pd6g/STJ5_kzdzxI/AAAAAAAAAP0/DTWQv7c8dLQ/s200/R+012.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274412246722531090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and we were considering cabbing somewhere dry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but after deciding on Raffles City, I saw Raffles Hospital, so I led the way to Bugis Station!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the bird was eating a large bug outside bug-is station&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YAY bought RI wallet. HAHAH. (RIVER ISLAND) my gosh. $50 but I adore it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this post is full of raffles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yay clueless the movie! psh the photos refuse to upload&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;paul rudd was so cute when he was young! :DDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E4aVCl7pd6g/STJ1BbFd0uI/AAAAAAAAAPk/sAQvaqhFC2o/s1600-h/paul+rudd+clueless+2.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 124px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E4aVCl7pd6g/STJ1BbFd0uI/AAAAAAAAAPk/sAQvaqhFC2o/s200/paul+rudd+clueless+2.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274406780915274466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, actually the middle aged man look fits him too. but he looks so different!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E4aVCl7pd6g/STJ1Mr3WGXI/AAAAAAAAAPs/RnfOH7Zi6UQ/s1600-h/paul+rudd+unshaven+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 132px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E4aVCl7pd6g/STJ1Mr3WGXI/AAAAAAAAAPs/RnfOH7Zi6UQ/s200/paul+rudd+unshaven+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274406974398011762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i think occasionally alicia silverstone looked like leighton meester.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohhh, so thats what a studio looks like&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E4aVCl7pd6g/STJzqMDYvwI/AAAAAAAAAPc/odikiSOahe4/s1600-h/R+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E4aVCl7pd6g/STJzqMDYvwI/AAAAAAAAAPc/odikiSOahe4/s200/R+008.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274405282231402242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay. the wild night is just that youth had a bbq at my house. and Tamar and her friends Louis and Yeen left to watch Madagasca 2 which explains the wild night part. plus there was music from phones at the end. and animals. on the bbq.&lt;br /&gt;yup! it's actually more fun than it sounds but i cant be bothered alrd. heh, and to fan the fire, we used child labour. thanks james and jaz! lol.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10406816-8877695906140941628?l=my-unknown-destiny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-unknown-destiny.blogspot.com/feeds/8877695906140941628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10406816.post-7895978623551120182</id><published>2008-11-28T20:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-28T20:42:30.714+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>taxis needed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but then tax is needed to be paid :( &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL. geddit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10406816-7895978623551120182?l=my-unknown-destiny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-unknown-destiny.blogspot.com/feeds/7895978623551120182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10406816&amp;postID=7895978623551120182' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10406816/posts/default/7895978623551120182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10406816/posts/default/7895978623551120182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-unknown-destiny.blogspot.com/2008/11/taxis-needed-but-then-tax-is-needed-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Danetta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17842517314412205387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-10406816.post-1962613031514963232</id><published>2008-11-27T13:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-27T13:11:41.991+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>the interview further down the page is quite awesome..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://youcantmakeitup.blogspot.com/2005/08/cingular-sensation.html&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10406816-1962613031514963232?l=my-unknown-destiny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-unknown-destiny.blogspot.com/feeds/1962613031514963232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10406816&amp;postID=1962613031514963232' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10406816/posts/default/1962613031514963232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10406816/posts/default/1962613031514963232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-unknown-destiny.blogspot.com/2008/11/interview-further-down-page-is-quite.html' title=''/><author><name>Danetta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17842517314412205387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-10406816.post-6759058699961058501</id><published>2008-11-26T19:49:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T19:59:48.552+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>my fb status could be:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Danetta is wondering how Jiya got hold of a computer on holiday.. good service huh. And she is happy a fellow antm watcher is coming back tomorrow! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Danetta is sad that annaleigh wasn't in the final two. that was an unwarranted screw up. oh well she's still really qualified. she just can't memorise stuff and do commercial especially not in Dutch hahaha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but Sam in person really doesn't look modelly. yay it was so obvious Mckey would win.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and in cycle 10, though i haven't finished watching, i can tell that Anya is so above the rest. like a metre ahead.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10406816-6759058699961058501?l=my-unknown-destiny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-unknown-destiny.blogspot.com/feeds/6759058699961058501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10406816&amp;postID=6759058699961058501' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10406816/posts/default/6759058699961058501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10406816/posts/default/6759058699961058501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-unknown-destiny.blogspot.com/2008/11/my-fb-status-could-be-danetta-is.html' title=''/><author><name>Danetta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17842517314412205387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-10406816.post-2683629021204869984</id><published>2008-11-24T21:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T21:33:42.211+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>haha, i still smile when i think that someone did a double take when i told him my weight xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's MUSCLE I TELL YOU! humph.&lt;br /&gt;either that or the milk i've been drinking twice a day. healthy bones for the growing (hopefully) teenager.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10406816-2683629021204869984?l=my-unknown-destiny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-unknown-destiny.blogspot.com/feeds/2683629021204869984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10406816&amp;postID=2683629021204869984' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10406816/posts/default/2683629021204869984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10406816/posts/default/2683629021204869984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-unknown-destiny.blogspot.com/2008/11/haha-i-still-smile-when-i-think-that.html' title=''/><author><name>Danetta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17842517314412205387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-10406816.post-6359375405210644663</id><published>2008-11-23T21:04:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-23T21:08:08.544+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>STUPID HOTMAIL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;enough said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yet i cant leave it cause i have important mails. TONNES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't like to have a carrot dangled before me, then yanked out of reach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knew age would be a problem in many areas. 16 is a magic number.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to you whose name I do not know, don't talk to me like I'm a kid just cause I'm 2 months short of 16.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10406816-6359375405210644663?l=my-unknown-destiny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-unknown-destiny.blogspot.com/feeds/6359375405210644663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10406816&amp;postID=6359375405210644663' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10406816/posts/default/6359375405210644663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10406816/posts/default/6359375405210644663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-unknown-destiny.blogspot.com/2008/11/stupid-hotmail.html' title=''/><author><name>Danetta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17842517314412205387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-10406816.post-8350275924021245482</id><published>2008-11-18T10:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T11:11:54.373+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>okay okay! heeding the pleas.. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;check out :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.facebook.com/home.php?ref=home#/photo.php?pid=2791360&amp;op=1&amp;o=global&amp;view=global&amp;subj=510820104&amp;id=510820104&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;zomg it looks like a movie still from a LOONG time ago! like in the 80s. it probably was taken then. i wish i knew the context of that photo! if you don't know what i'm talking about then just GO LOOK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay. chalet was fun and boring and exciting yet tiring. thats what you call a mix of emotions. couldn't sleep the first night, what with the bed moving my butt into the "crevice" and whenever i move someone might wake up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then yu tan was laughing about SOMETHING berenice did hahaha when we heard about it later it was super funny. NATALIE thought berenice was doing ab exercise HAHAHA at 1 am?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but berenice was panting! and her sleeping bag was moving so much! thats why she seemed to be doing ab exercise. but we know the truth... HAHAHA it sounds so sick but it really was not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the amazing race was rather awesome, especially my clues :P but LEIA's idea for the where's subway extra task right outside subway was the bestTTTTT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they were supposed to approach random passersby while standing outside subway, then go something like where's subway? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the video: :D:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.facebook.com/photo.php?pid=683995&amp;id=619948340&amp;ref=mf#/video/video.php?v=34740678457&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10406816-8350275924021245482?l=my-unknown-destiny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-unknown-destiny.blogspot.com/feeds/8350275924021245482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10406816&amp;postID=8350275924021245482' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10406816/posts/default/8350275924021245482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10406816/posts/default/8350275924021245482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-unknown-destiny.blogspot.com/2008/11/okay-okay-heeding-pleas.html' title=''/><author><name>Danetta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17842517314412205387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-10406816.post-1194440282254444089</id><published>2008-10-20T20:54:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T20:54:35.104+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Dan - she's not the man&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10406816-1194440282254444089?l=my-unknown-destiny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-unknown-destiny.blogspot.com/feeds/1194440282254444089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10406816&amp;postID=1194440282254444089' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10406816/posts/default/1194440282254444089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10406816/posts/default/1194440282254444089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-unknown-destiny.blogspot.com/2008/10/dan-shes-not-man.html' title=''/><author><name>Danetta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17842517314412205387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-10406816.post-2405435232888125169</id><published>2008-10-14T14:36:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T14:36:52.226+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>There's no "I" in RJC&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;quoted from Danetta&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10406816-2405435232888125169?l=my-unknown-destiny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-unknown-destiny.blogspot.com/feeds/2405435232888125169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10406816&amp;postID=2405435232888125169' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10406816/posts/default/2405435232888125169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10406816/posts/default/2405435232888125169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-unknown-destiny.blogspot.com/2008/10/theres-no-i-in-rjc-quoted-from-danetta.html' title=''/><author><name>Danetta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17842517314412205387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-10406816.post-4085679716120705006</id><published>2008-10-12T19:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T19:48:54.445+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;h2 class="date-header"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;font-family:arial;" &gt;"COPing" Jiya's post :D:D cause I'm too lazy and I think our ununderstandable jokes rock chickens and super heroes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;h2 class="date-header"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;h2 class="date-header"&gt;Sunday, October 5, 2008&lt;/h2&gt;  &lt;a name="5860890478431578937"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;h3 class="post-title entry-title"&gt; &lt;a href="http://exo-thermique.blogspot.com/2008/10/its-all-about-wordplay.html"&gt;It's all about the wordplay.&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/h3&gt;   &lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Tomorrow is physics. Though there is a 50% chance I might fail, I feel strangely calm and at peace. Like tomorrow will never come and if it does I won't be there. I'm not even going to try and express how I feel about it and I'll let the pictures do the talking. You can go ahead and intepret them anyway you like. After looking through the photos I took, I realise that Sepia makes all things look better. So there. A lot of sepia coming your way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Dan "..man. cats so cute and carefree cause candy craves crates as you can see is nonsense"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Me "That totally made sense in the world of conniving cotton carried from Columbia"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Dan "gasp they Do that?? lol."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Me "Yeah! In canary coloured cages I heard."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Dan "Man. Nothing's ever vegetarian anymore isit."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Me "Not at Carl Junior. Not in the days of burger prince either."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Dan "aww that's so cute! who did the king marry, mac's daughter apple pie?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Me "How'd you know! I heard it was a closet affair uhm I mean kitchen. Their son kentucky is so cute! Though his skin's a little too crispy for me"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Dan "ooh but kentucky is super tanned and for a smallville guy he's spicyae! no wonder barbie's eating oops dating him forever"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Me "Wait a minute. You mean barbie eats!?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Dan "oh you poor dear don't tell me you thought barbie was fake?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Me "I don't think. I know. Ken told me."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Dan "What? How do you know Ken? Oh right. Its Kentucky chicken.. You're a distant relative!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Me "We've got a few famous ones this side of the family.. Do you? Though they're gotten into hot oil more than once if you get my drift."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Dan "ooh camillia hot oil? lovely! let's see. I've got lee jeans.. that's about it. argh! can't stand it, i'm such a commoner, you're such a commodore!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Me "Actually I meant cooking oil but you get my point. Haha your relatives get used, worn out, thrown about and eventually hanged. Commodities for the cat, commodores for the burger kings.. What next.. Camaraderie for the canaries? Coal for the coaltion of koalas?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Dan "Good one, good one, good one ah heck good two more. cocktails for the cocky chickens and the dogs who chase their tails? republic of the raisins who raised their standard of livin through the revolution!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Me "Hahaha republic of ruixin! which people were those really? Nice one. Did you intend for the cocktails for the dogs to have a sick connotation or is that just me."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Dan "no it's just you. -smiles sweetly-"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;If you don't get some of the jokes above it's alright, we don't get our own jokes either&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10406816-4085679716120705006?l=my-unknown-destiny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-unknown-destiny.blogspot.com/feeds/4085679716120705006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10406816&amp;postID=4085679716120705006' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10406816/posts/default/4085679716120705006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10406816/posts/default/4085679716120705006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-unknown-destiny.blogspot.com/2008/10/coping-jiyas-post-dd-cause-im-too-lazy.html' title=''/><author><name>Danetta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17842517314412205387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-10406816.post-9030488148100366776</id><published>2008-10-09T17:48:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T17:52:03.437+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hahaha check out the music!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and today i was thinking i walked for the longest time ever for travel. but then i realised, nope, i walked from ang mo kio station home before. so around the same. today i walked from police academy home :D 40 mins. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;good thing for ipods!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and cheers. from which i bought yummy blueberry tea!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got on 410 in the morn and realised, shooooot i dont have ez link. so then i paid my 55 cents. and dreaded: shucks now what do i pay to get onto 132?? i only had 50 cents. good thing for kind RGS girls at the bus stop. hahahaa. then I had to borrow from HL and S, BUT i got on 105. so.... then i remembered, oh no, 105 means i have to take MRT! so then i decided to get off at police academy and walk. so There. eight bus stops worth&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10406816-9030488148100366776?l=my-unknown-destiny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-unknown-destiny.blogspot.com/feeds/9030488148100366776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10406816&amp;postID=9030488148100366776' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10406816/posts/default/9030488148100366776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10406816/posts/default/9030488148100366776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-unknown-destiny.blogspot.com/2008/10/hahaha-check-out-music-lol.html' title=''/><author><name>Danetta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17842517314412205387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-10406816.post-2351608199074578231</id><published>2008-10-09T14:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T14:14:11.934+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>SIMMY:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"""""I cannot even begin to understand why people are grossed out by love. They shun their family members, embarrassed to be seen in public with the; some even say they hate their parents. You know, I could sympathize if your parents were child abusers, drunkards, wanted terrorists, rapists etcetera, but these teenagers have perfectly normal parents. Okay, so I don’t know some of them; but from what I read on public blogs - these children? Yeah, they throw a tantrum and blurt out colourful four-lettered expletives because their parents refuse to buy an ipod for them, misunderstand their teenage angst, yelled at them for smoking, slapped them for refusing to use a condom and yadda yadda yadda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are those things even a big deal? It happens to me all the time (except for the condom and smoking parts) and I don’t think you see me going berserk. I don’t think it’s fair to condemn our parents to burning in the fiery pits of hell just because they were trying to protect us, guide us into being good people out of their love for us. These kids just don’t see the love their parents have for them. God, don’t even try to throw that teenage angst excuse at me! I’ve heard it millions of times, how parents don’t understand that their teenaged children are going through the torturing and traumatic stages of adolescence, how instead of helping them, parents just scold and shout and slap.""""""&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;simmy is so profound. and i agree that many teenage angst is unecessary, and i htink many times due to being not used to not being spoilt.&lt;br /&gt;those people who complain about not getting an ipod? why can't they get it themselves? isn't it much better and fun to save for it than get both parties upset over it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway. i should probably START ranting. ITS OVER, ITS OVER, WE'RE FREE TILL THE END, THEY'RE OVER, THEY'RE OVER, WHO CARES ABOUT EXAMS? (I meant to say philo, but exams rhymes with end (sort of) )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10406816-2351608199074578231?l=my-unknown-destiny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-unknown-destiny.blogspot.com/feeds/2351608199074578231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10406816&amp;postID=2351608199074578231' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10406816/posts/default/2351608199074578231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10406816/posts/default/2351608199074578231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-unknown-destiny.blogspot.com/2008/10/simmy-i-cannot-even-begin-to-understand.html' title=''/><author><name>Danetta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17842517314412205387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-10406816.post-1326511792796279010</id><published>2008-10-05T22:21:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-05T22:31:12.607+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>SAVE MEEEE SOMEONNNNE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hate MARXism and Communism! HOW DOES IT APPEAL TO THE PEOPLEEEEE when they are having problemsssss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay think more clearly . i guess, i suppose, i think, i presume&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its because Marxism dictates that by nature, society will revolutionise and end up in a Communist society. Communism is supposedly the perfect society where everyone is equal and there is enough food for everyone so when they have food shortages, ideology such as Marxism and Communism appeal to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay is that a bingo??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 days 10 hours and 15 minutes!! I'm NOT counting!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10406816-1326511792796279010?l=my-unknown-destiny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-unknown-destiny.blogspot.com/feeds/1326511792796279010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10406816&amp;postID=1326511792796279010' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10406816/posts/default/1326511792796279010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10406816/posts/default/1326511792796279010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-unknown-destiny.blogspot.com/2008/10/save-meeee-someonnnne.html' title=''/><author><name>Danetta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17842517314412205387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-10406816.post-6521239462527113653</id><published>2008-09-12T20:58:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-12T20:58:58.182+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Speak of the devil! so scary...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lucky we PROBABLY were out of ear shot &gt;.&gt; &lt;.&lt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10406816-6521239462527113653?l=my-unknown-destiny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-unknown-destiny.blogspot.com/feeds/6521239462527113653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10406816&amp;postID=6521239462527113653' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10406816/posts/default/6521239462527113653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10406816/posts/default/6521239462527113653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-unknown-destiny.blogspot.com/2008/09/speak-of-devil-so-scary.html' title=''/><author><name>Danetta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17842517314412205387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-10406816.post-3093132011986392634</id><published>2008-09-04T22:28:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-04T22:53:05.158+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E4aVCl7pd6g/SL_2HSiC5AI/AAAAAAAAAPU/vv_xBC_j_-A/s1600-h/shop+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E4aVCl7pd6g/SL_2HSiC5AI/AAAAAAAAAPU/vv_xBC_j_-A/s200/shop+001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242179096376697858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E4aVCl7pd6g/SL_1yKavGDI/AAAAAAAAAPE/-D94zWKE-E8/s1600-h/shop+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E4aVCl7pd6g/SL_1yKavGDI/AAAAAAAAAPE/-D94zWKE-E8/s200/shop+002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242178733421303858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E4aVCl7pd6g/SL_1ykm5dKI/AAAAAAAAAPM/HvirPBwOlmE/s1600-h/shop+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E4aVCl7pd6g/SL_1ykm5dKI/AAAAAAAAAPM/HvirPBwOlmE/s200/shop+003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242178740451636386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was fruitful!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've now ticked off 3/4 of the shopping list!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ipod double protection,&lt;br /&gt;and jeans double whammy!&lt;br /&gt;cheap for levis!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10406816-3093132011986392634?l=my-unknown-destiny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-unknown-destiny.blogspot.com/feeds/3093132011986392634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10406816&amp;postID=3093132011986392634' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10406816/posts/default/3093132011986392634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10406816/posts/default/3093132011986392634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-unknown-destiny.blogspot.com/2008/09/today-was-fruitful-ive-now-ticked-off.html' title=''/><author><name>Danetta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17842517314412205387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E4aVCl7pd6g/SL_2HSiC5AI/AAAAAAAAAPU/vv_xBC_j_-A/s72-c/shop+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10406816.post-1748800702111643594</id><published>2008-09-04T22:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-04T22:28:18.938+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I feel so stupid..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but yesterday was incredible anyway.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10406816-1748800702111643594?l=my-unknown-destiny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-unknown-destiny.blogspot.com/feeds/1748800702111643594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10406816&amp;postID=1748800702111643594' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10406816/posts/default/1748800702111643594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10406816/posts/default/1748800702111643594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-unknown-destiny.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-feel-so-stupid.html' title=''/><author><name>Danetta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17842517314412205387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-10406816.post-6799377245946459149</id><published>2008-09-02T19:27:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T21:16:34.381+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>uh huh, OH YEAH, oh yeah, uh huh, oh YEAH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E4aVCl7pd6g/SL0y1g_8E-I/AAAAAAAAAO8/4iwn8MB_ugk/s1600-h/ipod+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E4aVCl7pd6g/SL0y1g_8E-I/AAAAAAAAAO8/4iwn8MB_ugk/s200/ipod+002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241401436301693922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E4aVCl7pd6g/SL0vlMcNdqI/AAAAAAAAAOs/CzklrWOO-Jg/s1600-h/ipod+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E4aVCl7pd6g/SL0vlMcNdqI/AAAAAAAAAOs/CzklrWOO-Jg/s200/ipod+003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241397857370338978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E4aVCl7pd6g/SL0vlgNMLzI/AAAAAAAAAO0/NE6pkJbaADs/s1600-h/ipod+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E4aVCl7pd6g/SL0vlgNMLzI/AAAAAAAAAO0/NE6pkJbaADs/s200/ipod+001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241397862676049714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E4aVCl7pd6g/SL0m70KTCYI/AAAAAAAAAOM/WyNGA_AOTA8/s1600-h/ipod+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E4aVCl7pd6g/SL0m70KTCYI/AAAAAAAAAOM/WyNGA_AOTA8/s200/ipod+004.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241388350385097090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E4aVCl7pd6g/SL0m8KH3TcI/AAAAAAAAAOU/htb7eKdg9wg/s1600-h/ipod+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E4aVCl7pd6g/SL0m8KH3TcI/AAAAAAAAAOU/htb7eKdg9wg/s200/ipod+005.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241388356280470978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E4aVCl7pd6g/SL0jxsykSnI/AAAAAAAAANs/4n_lCBeX7ew/s1600-h/ipod+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E4aVCl7pd6g/SL0jxsykSnI/AAAAAAAAANs/4n_lCBeX7ew/s200/ipod+006.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241384878072941170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E4aVCl7pd6g/SL0jxwO88uI/AAAAAAAAAN0/paEFySVJWr0/s1600-h/ipod+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E4aVCl7pd6g/SL0jxwO88uI/AAAAAAAAAN0/paEFySVJWr0/s200/ipod+007.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241384878997304034" 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/10406816-6799377245946459149?l=my-unknown-destiny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-unknown-destiny.blogspot.com/feeds/6799377245946459149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10406816&amp;postID=6799377245946459149' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10406816/posts/default/6799377245946459149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10406816/posts/default/6799377245946459149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-unknown-destiny.blogspot.com/2008/09/uh-huh-oh-yeah-oh-yeah-uh-huh-oh-yeah.html' title=''/><author><name>Danetta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17842517314412205387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E4aVCl7pd6g/SL0y1g_8E-I/AAAAAAAAAO8/4iwn8MB_ugk/s72-c/ipod+002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10406816.post-4627637054165672024</id><published>2008-08-31T21:14:00.014+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-31T22:49:30.009+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>friday = aces + teachers = acehers&lt;br /&gt;who knows what that means&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ackk it was so muddy.. and i didnt expect school to only be 2 hours! the programme was super short. was quite fun though! haha the celebrity look alike thing was funny right? mr lim and patrick (starfish) and mr de souza and spidey!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wow i survived the locker. i was being crushed on both sides!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well then some people would go to their primary school right? but i did something most people have never done before. like damn weird.. i followed leia to nanhua. cause we were gonna meet up with sherlyn and vanessa at like 2. which was... 4 hours after school ended.. i wasn't going to wait that long. couldn't go to bishan, or else i'd have to go all the way to jurong.. and i couldn't watch a movie alone could i? O_o i'm not some art freak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so anyway it was quite interesting before we even left. i found out that huilian and fuyuan are also from nanhua. so fu yuan was all.. should i go? i dont feel like going. should i go? huilian give me a coin! ahh you all walk like lightning (by this time we're out of school) flips coin. see tails. tails. Me: you must first designate which one is heads. flip. heads. Hah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;noooo i dont feel like going, she says. -cross road- okay i'm not going. Everyone: okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on board 105. Leia, I've decided: I'm going! -Fuyuan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leia: okay, i'm okay with anything you decide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;talk about thinking twice!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahah anyway. we went to look for her teachers. meanwhile the ball court is full of active kids. and thats polite. balls were flying everywhere! ahem. nt that kind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha met lan lao shi, who's mdm Tan's ex-classmate!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and met mrs loh, who didn't realise who she was talking to. quote: yanling smsed me. (yanling is leia)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yay then we went to eat. wow. great hokkien mee! and chicken!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and met leia's classmates, this korean guy. i'm known as yanling's friend. nice nick no? alliteration :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha kk her friends are quite funny. well friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we went to the assembly and there's this "player" aka asshole. and player tells leia that someone said he's coming. and leia says, eh but he didnt reply me eh. and He says, he replied me. and then the Korean guy coughs: kuh and hekuh replied kuh kuh and assholekuh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and leia started laughing like mad hahahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NAN HUA ppl damn enthu. the kids were all standing and screaming. O_O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay. FINALLY we went to Jurong. YAy, taught half of at the beginning to leia. YAYME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright. long day huh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finally ice skating!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;since the last time i skated was only 2 months ago, i got it again pretty quick! yay. and i tried to revise what i learnt last time: spin, jump(failed) and basic backskating (not really working).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and we did all sorts of stuff. bent down, cross over, touched the ice will still gliding, tried pivoting, holding hands facing and skating, in one row side by side ( we were like 1 and 3 sliding forward, then after that 2 and 4 were pulled forward like a see saw!) and in one row behind one another. when we did the side by side with leia and vanessa at the sides, that was scary! a group of people in front, leia goes right, vanessa goes left. me and sherlyn: AAAH!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha then leia fed us Jigs( LOL JIYA?) with her supposedly clean hands.. hmm. our mouths got holes?! your hands lah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yay i didnt fall at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and suddenly, suddenly i could back skate wth! and not the basic twist body one. like this leg then that leg. so sudden. and i saw alexandra wong from rgp now mgs the one who won six golds in p6 and the crosser?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i still think kallang rink is better ":D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we watched walle! v v v v cute. but, boring kinda. van and leia fell asleep. (tired much?) and the popcorn was REALLY GOOD. like a big tub. better than other places. and yum. leia says salty better than other places( she doesn't really like salty) eva? walle!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay then i had to leave in order to get home by seven. but NOOO. i walked up the stairs to the mrt, and AIEEYAYAYAA. can't dig up my wallet. dig dig dig digdig digdigdigdigdig. nogood. took everything out. ARGH. no, it cant be! calls leia. "I think i lost my wallet!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and they're super nice, went to the cinema for me and leia called, said the cleaner found it thank goodness. so i got it straight away. yay thank you cleaner man! we the last ones out of the cinema, wonder if he remembered us. we were searching for leia's card that she dropped see. mini toons haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay. i managed to force myself on the mrt passengers(hoho) lucky i managed to fit in. shit who knew people could be compressed? now i know why teo doesn't like jurong east. i guess i was quite tired too. i fell asleep all the way to khatib. when i woke up in between, managed to sleep straight away. walked home like a zombie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm getting my Ipod by tues! Thanks a. Lei See for ordering for me. it's so scary talking to adults on the phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E4aVCl7pd6g/SLqq8FnzCXI/AAAAAAAAANc/PlvMfoOguX4/s1600-h/31.8+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E4aVCl7pd6g/SLqq8FnzCXI/AAAAAAAAANc/PlvMfoOguX4/s200/31.8+005.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240689065676966258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;testing! humph couldn't wait for the rest to upload. i'll do that later. they're teachers day presents anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E4aVCl7pd6g/SLqq8qUheWI/AAAAAAAAANk/-ZrKktQ-yms/s1600-h/31.8+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E4aVCl7pd6g/SLqq8qUheWI/AAAAAAAAANk/-ZrKktQ-yms/s200/31.8+004.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240689075528235362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;i see i see. you tie it this way...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E4aVCl7pd6g/SLqpjbyGAKI/AAAAAAAAANM/PmJMiBnpv7E/s1600-h/31.8+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E4aVCl7pd6g/SLqpjbyGAKI/AAAAAAAAANM/PmJMiBnpv7E/s200/31.8+007.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240687542617374882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;leia looks funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E4aVCl7pd6g/SLqpjptqbZI/AAAAAAAAANU/dDNkoobebSs/s1600-h/31.8+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E4aVCl7pd6g/SLqpjptqbZI/AAAAAAAAANU/dDNkoobebSs/s200/31.8+006.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240687546356886930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;tying shoelaces AGAIN&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E4aVCl7pd6g/SLqn6yniHrI/AAAAAAAAAM8/KwObwT5u9H0/s1600-h/31.8+009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E4aVCl7pd6g/SLqn6yniHrI/AAAAAAAAAM8/KwObwT5u9H0/s200/31.8+009.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240685744860831410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E4aVCl7pd6g/SLqn7Bk-OKI/AAAAAAAAANE/bMsYf4-QbF8/s1600-h/31.8+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E4aVCl7pd6g/SLqn7Bk-OKI/AAAAAAAAANE/bMsYf4-QbF8/s200/31.8+008.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240685748876621986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E4aVCl7pd6g/SLqmEhi6qgI/AAAAAAAAAMs/pwaUs__kGHo/s1600-h/31.8+012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E4aVCl7pd6g/SLqmEhi6qgI/AAAAAAAAAMs/pwaUs__kGHo/s200/31.8+012.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240683713053501954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E4aVCl7pd6g/SLqmE0Uai6I/AAAAAAAAAM0/Z0nM_hrrcEw/s1600-h/31.8+010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E4aVCl7pd6g/SLqmE0Uai6I/AAAAAAAAAM0/Z0nM_hrrcEw/s200/31.8+010.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240683718092950434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;wow sherlyn so fast that she's disappearing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E4aVCl7pd6g/SLqgx4fCoQI/AAAAAAAAAMU/zE1ZFNZDaqs/s1600-h/31.8+014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E4aVCl7pd6g/SLqgx4fCoQI/AAAAAAAAAMU/zE1ZFNZDaqs/s200/31.8+014.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240677895235608834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;spreading my arms..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E4aVCl7pd6g/SLqgyFSQ4bI/AAAAAAAAAMc/Uy6XorN5BP8/s1600-h/31.8+013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E4aVCl7pd6g/SLqgyFSQ4bI/AAAAAAAAAMc/Uy6XorN5BP8/s200/31.8+013.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240677898671677874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E4aVCl7pd6g/SLqgI3UrvtI/AAAAAAAAAME/exc9rH4Ji6w/s1600-h/31.8+016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E4aVCl7pd6g/SLqgI3UrvtI/AAAAAAAAAME/exc9rH4Ji6w/s200/31.8+016.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240677190549094098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;hello&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E4aVCl7pd6g/SLqgJcFK4tI/AAAAAAAAAMM/sWggUjcYAvY/s1600-h/31.8+015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E4aVCl7pd6g/SLqgJcFK4tI/AAAAAAAAAMM/sWggUjcYAvY/s200/31.8+015.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240677200416137938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;vanessa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E4aVCl7pd6g/SLqeVtFVyEI/AAAAAAAAAL0/xkyH9ci89do/s1600-h/31.8+018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E4aVCl7pd6g/SLqeVtFVyEI/AAAAAAAAAL0/xkyH9ci89do/s200/31.8+018.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240675212115429442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;leia "teo-kun"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E4aVCl7pd6g/SLqeV0Wd1TI/AAAAAAAAAL8/MqCrIpcpxRo/s1600-h/31.8+017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E4aVCl7pd6g/SLqeV0Wd1TI/AAAAAAAAAL8/MqCrIpcpxRo/s200/31.8+017.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240675214066308402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;i'm walking..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E4aVCl7pd6g/SLqdOZUHQeI/AAAAAAAAALk/8RRRbFxEbjA/s1600-h/31.8+020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E4aVCl7pd6g/SLqdOZUHQeI/AAAAAAAAALk/8RRRbFxEbjA/s200/31.8+020.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240673987037970914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;yay us&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E4aVCl7pd6g/SLqdOxcvpNI/AAAAAAAAALs/sm_rKJy_U8I/s1600-h/31.8+019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E4aVCl7pd6g/SLqdOxcvpNI/AAAAAAAAALs/sm_rKJy_U8I/s200/31.8+019.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240673993516623058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;empty!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E4aVCl7pd6g/SLqbYJxv0sI/AAAAAAAAALU/KbA4ImQIT3U/s1600-h/31.8+022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E4aVCl7pd6g/SLqbYJxv0sI/AAAAAAAAALU/KbA4ImQIT3U/s200/31.8+022.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240671955642733250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;leia's hand isn't long enough&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E4aVCl7pd6g/SLqbYjNCphI/AAAAAAAAALc/g8GJR7Z1zLU/s1600-h/31.8+021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E4aVCl7pd6g/SLqbYjNCphI/AAAAAAAAALc/g8GJR7Z1zLU/s200/31.8+021.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240671962468099602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;yay thanks van&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E4aVCl7pd6g/SLqau8ZerpI/AAAAAAAAALE/5CvHbpFIdsk/s1600-h/31.8+024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E4aVCl7pd6g/SLqau8ZerpI/AAAAAAAAALE/5CvHbpFIdsk/s200/31.8+024.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240671247676649106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;oop wrong angle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E4aVCl7pd6g/SLqavd3v_VI/AAAAAAAAALM/koOIKTazabA/s1600-h/31.8+023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E4aVCl7pd6g/SLqavd3v_VI/AAAAAAAAALM/koOIKTazabA/s200/31.8+023.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240671256661982546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;not that either&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E4aVCl7pd6g/SLqZ5asL73I/AAAAAAAAAK0/sqAOBYyZRE8/s1600-h/31.8+026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_E4aVCl7pd6g/SLqZ5asL73I/AAAAAAAAAK0/sqAOBYyZRE8/s200/31.8+026.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240670328095240050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;cute pro little boy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E4aVCl7pd6g/SLqZ540vvdI/AAAAAAAAAK8/1GPF6I58Toc/s1600-h/31.8+025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E4aVCl7pd6g/SLqZ540vvdI/AAAAAAAAAK8/1GPF6I58Toc/s200/31.8+025.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240670336184204754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;heh another failed photo. oh well. we gave up&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10406816-4627637054165672024?l=my-unknown-destiny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-unknown-destiny.blogspot.com/feeds/4627637054165672024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10406816&amp;postID=4627637054165672024' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10406816/posts/default/4627637054165672024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10406816/posts/default/4627637054165672024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-unknown-destiny.blogspot.com/2008/08/friday-aces-teachers-acehers-who-knows.html' title=''/><author><name>Danetta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17842517314412205387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E4aVCl7pd6g/SLqq8FnzCXI/AAAAAAAAANc/PlvMfoOguX4/s72-c/31.8+005.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10406816.post-5397938628546592005</id><published>2008-08-26T20:03:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T20:56:06.877+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E4aVCl7pd6g/SLP8dA3VrqI/AAAAAAAAAKk/bk8-Lfpy_NE/s1600-h/24.7+094.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E4aVCl7pd6g/SLP8dA3VrqI/AAAAAAAAAKk/bk8-Lfpy_NE/s200/24.7+094.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238808366940532386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E4aVCl7pd6g/SLP8da8FwGI/AAAAAAAAAKs/F3QfJDhoucA/s1600-h/24.7+091.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E4aVCl7pd6g/SLP8da8FwGI/AAAAAAAAAKs/F3QfJDhoucA/s200/24.7+091.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238808373939781730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Cooking lesson one: how to bake a cake.&lt;br /&gt;step 1. wrap it,&lt;br /&gt;and step 2. UNWRAP it!&lt;br /&gt;too bad it slid to one slide after 40 mins of travel. oh there. i just told you or you mightn't have realised.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E4aVCl7pd6g/SLP6QFC0oRI/AAAAAAAAAKU/PBn7NQbGo8I/s1600-h/26.8+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E4aVCl7pd6g/SLP6QFC0oRI/AAAAAAAAAKU/PBn7NQbGo8I/s200/26.8+002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238805945700884754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E4aVCl7pd6g/SLP6QVS_2qI/AAAAAAAAAKc/XhYasHfKmDw/s1600-h/26.8+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_E4aVCl7pd6g/SLP6QVS_2qI/AAAAAAAAAKc/XhYasHfKmDw/s200/26.8+003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238805950063696546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;2nd Last lesson: ROAST CHICKEN AND CHOCOLATE "PUDDING" looks more like brownies. LOVE THE SEASONING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E4aVCl7pd6g/SLP5SiSIadI/AAAAAAAAAKE/hMmE4y4pZhI/s1600-h/26.8+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E4aVCl7pd6g/SLP5SiSIadI/AAAAAAAAAKE/hMmE4y4pZhI/s200/26.8+007.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238804888397834706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E4aVCl7pd6g/SLP5S3gTqeI/AAAAAAAAAKM/-aN5hmnPiDY/s1600-h/26.8+009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E4aVCl7pd6g/SLP5S3gTqeI/AAAAAAAAAKM/-aN5hmnPiDY/s200/26.8+009.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238804894094436834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Last lesson: Cream Puffs and Durian puffs and CHEESE CAKE! which I haven't eaten :O one week already. haven't touched. we didn't have to do Thai! Mrs Tan is so nice :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E4aVCl7pd6g/SLP3C3vnG1I/AAAAAAAAAJk/o5_sBoMZpI8/s1600-h/26.8+010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E4aVCl7pd6g/SLP3C3vnG1I/AAAAAAAAAJk/o5_sBoMZpI8/s200/26.8+010.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238802420257463122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E4aVCl7pd6g/SLP3DeJMweI/AAAAAAAAAJs/idLmoxru2Xk/s1600-h/26.8+011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E4aVCl7pd6g/SLP3DeJMweI/AAAAAAAAAJs/idLmoxru2Xk/s200/26.8+011.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238802430565335522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shit. That's a really pain wound. We were having games for bonding during track. the hoola hoop game where we had to all squeeze into a hoola hoop and walk made me fall when i tripped over a foot:( we should've been GENIUS by holding the hoop at head level so we wouldn't trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ouch on the left knee, a bit on right, and a deep one at the hip. i wonder if i left blood on the netball court.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but it was really fun! Jean screaming during wacko saved me :) and NETBALL sec 3s against 1 &amp;amp; 2 rocked! we were outnumbered, they kept getting the ball. However! Our shooting prowess Jiya gave us the advantage :D:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aw man the gooey stuff that rachel says is not pus is coming out again... heh good thing you're not eating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and here are the cooking stuff!! :D:D:D:D:D:D:D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10406816-5397938628546592005?l=my-unknown-destiny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-unknown-destiny.blogspot.com/feeds/5397938628546592005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10406816&amp;postID=5397938628546592005' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10406816/posts/default/5397938628546592005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10406816/posts/default/5397938628546592005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-unknown-destiny.blogspot.com/2008/08/shit.html' title=''/><author><name>Danetta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17842517314412205387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E4aVCl7pd6g/SLP8dA3VrqI/AAAAAAAAAKk/bk8-Lfpy_NE/s72-c/24.7+094.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10406816.post-5827507311391077952</id><published>2008-08-16T18:19:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-16T18:19:53.513+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i cant stand chem calculations. :( &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cant wait to finish Jiya's movie :P hopefully your parents wont come home for half an hour..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10406816-5827507311391077952?l=my-unknown-destiny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-unknown-destiny.blogspot.com/feeds/5827507311391077952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10406816&amp;postID=5827507311391077952' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10406816/posts/default/5827507311391077952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10406816/posts/default/5827507311391077952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-unknown-destiny.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-cant-stand-chem-calculations.html' title=''/><author><name>Danetta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17842517314412205387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-10406816.post-4091942192345165941</id><published>2008-08-06T20:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-06T20:59:26.198+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>in this bulletin "x" all of the bands/singers that you have HEARD of. NOT if you LIKE THEM OR NOT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ALTERNATIVE&lt;br /&gt;[ ] weezer&lt;br /&gt;[x] paramore&lt;br /&gt;[x] panic! at the disco&lt;br /&gt;[ ] october fall&lt;br /&gt;[x] the academy is...&lt;br /&gt;[x] coheed and cambria&lt;br /&gt;[ ] bayside&lt;br /&gt;[x] yellowcard&lt;br /&gt;[ ] sugarcult&lt;br /&gt;[ ] the dresden dolls&lt;br /&gt;[ ] underOATH&lt;br /&gt;TOTAL = 5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EMO&lt;br /&gt;[ ] hawthorne heights&lt;br /&gt;[x] halifax&lt;br /&gt;[ ] forgive durden&lt;br /&gt;[ ] from first to last&lt;br /&gt;[ ] senses fail&lt;br /&gt;[ ] something corporate&lt;br /&gt;[x] hit the lights&lt;br /&gt;[ ] brighteyes&lt;br /&gt;[x] simple plan&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Dear whoever&lt;br /&gt;[x] saves the day&lt;br /&gt;[ ] matchbook romance&lt;br /&gt;[ ] jamisonparker&lt;br /&gt;[x] houston calls&lt;br /&gt;[ ] the early november&lt;br /&gt;TOTAL = 5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;INDIE&lt;br /&gt;[x] the hush sound&lt;br /&gt;[ ] eisley&lt;br /&gt;[x] death cab for cutie&lt;br /&gt;[x] dashboard confessional&lt;br /&gt;[x] the killers&lt;br /&gt;[ ] yeah yeah yeahs&lt;br /&gt;[ ] hot hot heat&lt;br /&gt;[ ] the honorary title&lt;br /&gt;[ ] gym class heroes&lt;br /&gt;[x] franz ferdinand&lt;br /&gt;[ ] modest mouse&lt;br /&gt;[x] snow patrol&lt;br /&gt;[ ] metric&lt;br /&gt;[x] tegan and sara&lt;br /&gt;[ ] the like&lt;br /&gt;[ ] arcade fire&lt;br /&gt;[x] the postal service&lt;br /&gt;TOTAL= 8&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;POWERPOP/POP PUNK/PUNK&lt;br /&gt;[x] hellogoodbye&lt;br /&gt;[ ] cute is what we aim for&lt;br /&gt;[x] cartel&lt;br /&gt;[x] the click five&lt;br /&gt;[x] Fall Out Boy&lt;br /&gt;[ ] lucky boys confusion&lt;br /&gt;[x] good charlotte&lt;br /&gt;[x] bowling for soup&lt;br /&gt;[x] relient k&lt;br /&gt;[ ] less than jake&lt;br /&gt;[ ] the starting line&lt;br /&gt;TOTAL = 7&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;POP&lt;br /&gt;[ ] teddy geiger&lt;br /&gt;[x] ashlee simpson&lt;br /&gt;[x] madonna&lt;br /&gt;[x] avril lavigne&lt;br /&gt;[x] pink&lt;br /&gt;[x] daniel powter&lt;br /&gt;[ ] james blunt&lt;br /&gt;[x] natasha bedingfield&lt;br /&gt;[ ] ryan cabrera&lt;br /&gt;[x] the veronicas&lt;br /&gt;TOTAL = 7&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ROCK&lt;br /&gt;[x] nirvana&lt;br /&gt;[ ] new found glory&lt;br /&gt;[x] the all american rejects&lt;br /&gt;[x] linkin park&lt;br /&gt;[ ] avenged sevenfold &lt;br /&gt;[x] breaking benjamin&lt;br /&gt;[x] my chemical romance&lt;br /&gt;[ ] thrice&lt;br /&gt;[x] anberlin&lt;br /&gt;[ ] brand new&lt;br /&gt;[x] green day&lt;br /&gt;[x] blink 182&lt;br /&gt;TOTAL = 8&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;COUNTRY&lt;br /&gt;[x] rascal flatts&lt;br /&gt;[x] carrie underwood&lt;br /&gt;[ ] leanne rhymes&lt;br /&gt;[ ] garth brooks&lt;br /&gt;[ ] dixie chicks&lt;br /&gt;[ ] kenny chesney&lt;br /&gt;[ ] tim mcgraw&lt;br /&gt;[x] faith hill&lt;br /&gt;[ ] shania twain&lt;br /&gt;[ ] johnny cash&lt;br /&gt;[ ] trace adkins&lt;br /&gt;[x] keith urban&lt;br /&gt;TOTAL = 4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;METAL&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Disturbed&lt;br /&gt;[x] Slipknot&lt;br /&gt;[ ] chimaira&lt;br /&gt;[x] Metallica&lt;br /&gt;[x] Guns N Roses&lt;br /&gt;[ ] lamb of god&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Slayer&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Fear Factory&lt;br /&gt;[ ] hatebreed&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Static X&lt;br /&gt;[ ] system of a down&lt;br /&gt;TOTAL = 3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RAP&lt;br /&gt;[ ] ying yang twins&lt;br /&gt;[ ] t.i.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] paul wall&lt;br /&gt;[ ] tupac&lt;br /&gt;[x] jamie foxx&lt;br /&gt;[ ] ludacris&lt;br /&gt;[ ] lil jon&lt;br /&gt;[x] 50 cent&lt;br /&gt;[x] kanye west&lt;br /&gt;[x] bow wow&lt;br /&gt;TOTAL = 4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CLASSIC ROCK&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Led Zeppelin&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Rush&lt;br /&gt;[x] Pink Floyd&lt;br /&gt;[x] The Beatles&lt;br /&gt;[x] AC/DC&lt;br /&gt;[x] Aerosmith&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Journey&lt;br /&gt;[x] The Who&lt;br /&gt;[ ] jimi hendrix&lt;br /&gt;[ ] The Doors&lt;br /&gt;[x] Rolling Stones&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Janis Joplin&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Boston&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Queen&lt;br /&gt;TOTAL= 6&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M U S I C freak?&lt;br /&gt;57&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after you are done, add the totals up and say&lt;br /&gt;"i am __% (varies) of a Music Freak."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am 57% Music Freak.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10406816-4091942192345165941?l=my-unknown-destiny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-unknown-destiny.blogspot.com/feeds/4091942192345165941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10406816&amp;postID=4091942192345165941' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10406816/posts/default/4091942192345165941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10406816/posts/default/4091942192345165941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-unknown-destiny.blogspot.com/2008/08/in-this-bulletin-x-all-of-bandssingers.html' title=''/><author><name>Danetta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17842517314412205387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-10406816.post-3666714457845184110</id><published>2008-08-03T20:52:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-04T00:20:19.603+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>the blackout in school was so funny. i thought Dr Ng wanted us to get out of the lab. AND yu tan's class' prank came true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TODAY was so funny.&lt;br /&gt;At 10.10 I was talking to a rock star.&lt;br /&gt;at 10.25 i finally left. when i almost reached the mrt, I realised i forgot my wallet.&lt;br /&gt;so i walked back. and 11.55 i saw that peixin forgot her wallet TOO! What are the chances of that?!!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then at 4.00 i was stuck in j8 looking for a magnifying glass WTH.&lt;br /&gt;And I found it... in MINI TOONS WTHWTH. with a little cutesy design. funny though was that it came with a twirled black paper that fit just nicely aroudn the handle. like they KNEW i would want to cover the handle. how nice. so now it looks like a normal smurffy magnifying glass. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;way to go history pt.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10406816-3666714457845184110?l=my-unknown-destiny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-unknown-destiny.blogspot.com/feeds/3666714457845184110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10406816&amp;postID=3666714457845184110' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10406816/posts/default/3666714457845184110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10406816/posts/default/3666714457845184110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-unknown-destiny.blogspot.com/2008/08/blackout-in-school-was-so-funny.html' title=''/><author><name>Danetta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17842517314412205387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-10406816.post-7720906317280435267</id><published>2008-08-01T21:09:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-01T21:21:42.387+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>What a waste of time this whole week! I kept trying to plan my day - I guess there WAS some effect. But still, I haven't succesfully completed a time table. especially for history. Kept wanting to quit doing it and yeah thats what happened. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And today! I knew I had time from 1.45-2.30 but I was too nervous to do anything. I had no one to run with for 2.4! I was happy last week that K was going to run, then couldn't find her. Then saw Z but she's not running this week. Then I saw K but she said she played Netball PE and ran too much. :( and last week XQ also said she couldn't run this week cause of a meeting. But then the meeting was cancelled so she ran to support a friend. And PY wanted to slack. And I didn't know all the 2.4 ppl were already at the track. I was waiting in the hall for all the 5 item people to finish. IJJ were there but not like I'd be near them right. They were slacking too. :(&lt;br /&gt;My first round was faster than I thought. I thought I was quite used to that pace but I guess not. So 3/4 round was 1.09. It's quite scary running alone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PLUS. it was friggin HOT! Hasn't rained in a WEEK! It was more the heat that was killing me. 4th round I almost jogged! i slowed down in the tiny shade. That round was the longest, 2.39. The rest were all 2-2.10. SLIGHT IMRPOVEMENT FROM LAST YEAR.&lt;br /&gt;SLIGHT but still improved. phew. next year I'm doomed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOT BITTEN BY A BIG BLACK ANT during PE. STUPID THING. I thought it was a bee. There was a little Singapore (red dot) on my ankle after that, and then there was a diametre 1.5 swell. but softball is funnnnnn! I like catching.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10406816-7720906317280435267?l=my-unknown-destiny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-unknown-destiny.blogspot.com/feeds/7720906317280435267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10406816&amp;postID=7720906317280435267' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10406816/posts/default/7720906317280435267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10406816/posts/default/7720906317280435267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-unknown-destiny.blogspot.com/2008/08/what-waste-of-time-this-whole-week-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Danetta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17842517314412205387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-10406816.post-7337382164516259396</id><published>2008-07-31T20:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-31T20:59:36.593+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>AHHHHHHHHHhhh. what kind of photocopy shop DOES NOT PRINT from the computer in COLOUR?!&lt;br /&gt;Waste 50 cents T.T and more. Cause now I have to print again. Stupid PT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope I score okay for history PT. only 3 days left but I have SO much to do. and its so much harder than chem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well break's over.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10406816-7337382164516259396?l=my-unknown-destiny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-unknown-destiny.blogspot.com/feeds/7337382164516259396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10406816&amp;postID=7337382164516259396' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10406816/posts/default/7337382164516259396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10406816/posts/default/7337382164516259396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-unknown-destiny.blogspot.com/2008/07/ahhhhhhhhhhhh.html' title=''/><author><name>Danetta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17842517314412205387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-10406816.post-268918558961370406</id><published>2008-07-22T17:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-22T17:34:48.894+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>it's IMPOSSIBLE! but its true! English oral speech is over... BUT THATS NOT WHAT THIS IS ABOUT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cant believeeeeeeeeeee I got distinction for violin! :D:D:D:D:D::D:D &lt;3 I never ever use this sign but here it is. Apparently i managed to accomplish more in the mere 3 months of working hard than in the 2 years of non-conmmitment! I have now grasped the concept of commitment.. thank you shifu. I sort of didnt work hard until the exam was approaching. and then there was that new grieg piece. but all worked out okay! YAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and as for english oral. we got song. you know, S OMG! haha. i was so freaked out when I found out we had to hand in a written speech! I'm like WHAAAAT? now you tell me? ohh noo. looks like 2 days at nationals did me in? or did i not read the paper properly? i was soo nervous my heart was pumping as fast as the training where my heart beat was "300" per min hahahha. and i destroyed about four nails T.T and got hand cramps. cause i wrote it there and then. thanks to the person who "lent" me paper from your bio journal!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luckily our speeches are short. and i was 3rd last. I LOVE YOU PEIXIN AND EMILY FOR NEEDING TO GO FIRST!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh the answering questions part sucked. damn. but berenice's speech was really good. this speechy voice. who'd have guessed! I thought she would have her usual cute voice haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;COOKING TOMORROW WITH SEC 3 Trackers in school! yay. we should seriously have a name. something better than sec 3 trackers anyway. too long. even the sore losers is shorter.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10406816-268918558961370406?l=my-unknown-destiny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-unknown-destiny.blogspot.com/feeds/268918558961370406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10406816&amp;postID=268918558961370406' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10406816/posts/default/268918558961370406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10406816/posts/default/268918558961370406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-unknown-destiny.blogspot.com/2008/07/its-impossible-but-its-true-english.html' title=''/><author><name>Danetta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17842517314412205387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-10406816.post-3024317262462567089</id><published>2008-07-14T19:40:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-14T19:42:22.500+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hurhur 6 months to my sweet 16. How did that term come about? from sound of music?&lt;br /&gt;Why is 16 a sweet age? Why not 18 or 21? is it because, it's while you're still pure cause you cant drink or drive or drink and drive? but then 16 is the legal age for SOME other bad stuff. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It'll be cool if I can have a party.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10406816-3024317262462567089?l=my-unknown-destiny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-unknown-destiny.blogspot.com/feeds/3024317262462567089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10406816&amp;postID=3024317262462567089' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10406816/posts/default/3024317262462567089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10406816/posts/default/3024317262462567089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-unknown-destiny.blogspot.com/2008/07/hurhur-6-months-to-my-sweet-16.html' title=''/><author><name>Danetta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17842517314412205387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-10406816.post-6834079643243556116</id><published>2008-07-08T21:38:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-08T22:09:50.118+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>but ASSUMPTION ENGLISH SCHOOL light up my day. but their association with MATH PT upset me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OKAY! CONGRATULATIONS C DIVISION! KEEP THAT PLACING! DON'T LET ANYONE ATTACK IT! YOU MAKE US PALE EVEN MORE IN COMPARISON NOW BUT WHO CARES, YOU GUYS ROCK! ROCK SO MUCH THAT YOU CANT HEAR ME CAUSE YOU'RE A ROCK. AND YOU DONT READ MY BLOG CAUSE YOU'RE A ROCK... BUT YOU DONT RUN LIKE ROCKS. 1ST PLACE 4 BY 1 BABAAAAAYEEEEE YAY. BETTER NOT LOSE THAT POSITION. WIN FOR OUR SAKES, AND YOURS&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10406816-6834079643243556116?l=my-unknown-destiny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-unknown-destiny.blogspot.com/feeds/6834079643243556116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10406816&amp;postID=6834079643243556116' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10406816/posts/default/6834079643243556116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10406816/posts/default/6834079643243556116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-unknown-destiny.blogspot.com/2008/07/but-assumption-english-school-light-up.html' title=''/><author><name>Danetta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17842517314412205387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-10406816.post-1077337733206050614</id><published>2008-07-08T20:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-08T20:32:03.255+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The Great Disappointment of 1844.. I mean, 2008.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay it's not that great of a disappointment but I'm disappointed all the same. &lt;br /&gt;it's my first relay during nationals. &lt;br /&gt;I've never contributed a point to our team before.&lt;br /&gt;Pressure is now put on next year! but our sec 2s this year are so pro I might not get into the team =.= &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These things happen. We have to 'expect the unexpected'. One consolation: edited quote from Mr Choo: We have something in common with the US olympic team!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dunno if he means this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least we didn't drop the baton! &lt;br /&gt;Mariel's acceleration is just TOO pro! hahah.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not unhappy or anything, it's just weird to fail at the race thats easiest to qualify for semis.&lt;br /&gt;EXTEND THE ZONE FOR PASSING DAMNIT!&lt;br /&gt;I hate yellow flags.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10406816-1077337733206050614?l=my-unknown-destiny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-unknown-destiny.blogspot.com/feeds/1077337733206050614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10406816&amp;postID=1077337733206050614' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10406816/posts/default/1077337733206050614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10406816/posts/default/1077337733206050614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-unknown-destiny.blogspot.com/2008/07/great-disappointment-of-1844.html' title=''/><author><name>Danetta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17842517314412205387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-10406816.post-8851681422035469888</id><published>2008-07-07T18:06:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-07T18:10:19.465+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>oro? 6 months and one week to my birthday. hohoho. sweet 16 countdown has started...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know, WTH?! which idiot starts counting so early? Apparently, me, who never fails to notice stupid things.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10406816-8851681422035469888?l=my-unknown-destiny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-unknown-destiny.blogspot.com/feeds/8851681422035469888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10406816&amp;postID=8851681422035469888' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10406816/posts/default/8851681422035469888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10406816/posts/default/8851681422035469888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-unknown-destiny.blogspot.com/2008/07/oro-6-months-and-one-week-to-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Danetta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17842517314412205387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-10406816.post-3511446571947791690</id><published>2008-07-07T14:28:00.021+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-07T17:26:41.066+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>As school started to wind up once again, the Raffles Strings was already gearing into full swing (or bow), with the concert, Scherzo on 26 Jun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some photos and videos my mom, whom i had thought would bring the video cam but used her phone instead =.=&lt;br /&gt;look at photos first!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_E4aVCl7pd6g/SHHDPusCKxI/AAAAAAAAAJc/qN4na8jechE/s1600-h/Scherzo+1+SS.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_E4aVCl7pd6g/SHHDPusCKxI/AAAAAAAAAJc/qN4na8jechE/s200/Scherzo+1+SS.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220168118097292050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_E4aVCl7pd6g/SHHCuRfgVsI/AAAAAAAAAJM/FcM3hj4e7Ps/s1600-h/Scherzo+1.1+Rhumba+zoom.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_E4aVCl7pd6g/SHHCuRfgVsI/AAAAAAAAAJM/FcM3hj4e7Ps/s200/Scherzo+1.1+Rhumba+zoom.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220167543324432066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_E4aVCl7pd6g/SHHCugPkVGI/AAAAAAAAAJU/d022y17AS2M/s1600-h/Scherzo+2+Rhumba+zoom+out.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_E4aVCl7pd6g/SHHCugPkVGI/AAAAAAAAAJU/d022y17AS2M/s200/Scherzo+2+Rhumba+zoom+out.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220167547284116578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_E4aVCl7pd6g/SHHCi9nA__I/AAAAAAAAAI8/B4h6NkzMKZk/s1600-h/Scherzo+3+Moz+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_E4aVCl7pd6g/SHHCi9nA__I/AAAAAAAAAI8/B4h6NkzMKZk/s200/Scherzo+3+Moz+1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220167349008662514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_E4aVCl7pd6g/SHHCjGptGyI/AAAAAAAAAJE/tiZKx8mrOfI/s1600-h/Scherzo+4+Moz+tune.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_E4aVCl7pd6g/SHHCjGptGyI/AAAAAAAAAJE/tiZKx8mrOfI/s200/Scherzo+4+Moz+tune.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220167351435860770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_E4aVCl7pd6g/SHHBAbJvStI/AAAAAAAAAIs/4Td2glDRrKw/s1600-h/Scherzo+5+Moz+bow.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_E4aVCl7pd6g/SHHBAbJvStI/AAAAAAAAAIs/4Td2glDRrKw/s200/Scherzo+5+Moz+bow.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220165656131881682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_E4aVCl7pd6g/SHHBAr3azhI/AAAAAAAAAI0/bDNtek_3PG0/s1600-h/Scherzo+6++violas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_E4aVCl7pd6g/SHHBAr3azhI/AAAAAAAAAI0/bDNtek_3PG0/s200/Scherzo+6++violas.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220165660618444306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_E4aVCl7pd6g/SHG-3hWLavI/AAAAAAAAAHk/_7bGa1PS7g0/s1600-h/Scherzo+9+Saigon+stand.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_E4aVCl7pd6g/SHG-3hWLavI/AAAAAAAAAHk/_7bGa1PS7g0/s200/Scherzo+9+Saigon+stand.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220163304152591090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_E4aVCl7pd6g/SHG-4Mz5SqI/AAAAAAAAAHs/0g_s7nhzBNs/s1600-h/Scherzo+8+Saigon+bow.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_E4aVCl7pd6g/SHG-4Mz5SqI/AAAAAAAAAHs/0g_s7nhzBNs/s200/Scherzo+8+Saigon+bow.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220163315819956898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_E4aVCl7pd6g/SHG-4LmYbeI/AAAAAAAAAH0/roIcQAe1a7U/s1600-h/Scherzo+7+Saigon+start.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_E4aVCl7pd6g/SHG-4LmYbeI/AAAAAAAAAH0/roIcQAe1a7U/s200/Scherzo+7+Saigon+start.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220163315494841826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_E4aVCl7pd6g/SHG-Am_b8II/AAAAAAAAAHU/HsHF1QPnNXI/s1600-h/Scherzo+flowers.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_E4aVCl7pd6g/SHG-Am_b8II/AAAAAAAAAHU/HsHF1QPnNXI/s200/Scherzo+flowers.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220162360775012482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_E4aVCl7pd6g/SHG-AtK9--I/AAAAAAAAAHc/VCBV-tYuA2A/s1600-h/Scherzo+hug+Mrs+C.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_E4aVCl7pd6g/SHG-AtK9--I/AAAAAAAAAHc/VCBV-tYuA2A/s200/Scherzo+hug+Mrs+C.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220162362433993698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_E4aVCl7pd6g/SHG9b8Dxr9I/AAAAAAAAAG0/9RWSRVZOLCQ/s1600-h/Scherzo+Saigon+encore.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_E4aVCl7pd6g/SHG9b8Dxr9I/AAAAAAAAAG0/9RWSRVZOLCQ/s200/Scherzo+Saigon+encore.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220161730775199698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_E4aVCl7pd6g/SHG9b_V4hmI/AAAAAAAAAG8/qxTbGHy5-LY/s1600-h/Scherzo+shanin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_E4aVCl7pd6g/SHG9b_V4hmI/AAAAAAAAAG8/qxTbGHy5-LY/s200/Scherzo+shanin.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220161731656451682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_E4aVCl7pd6g/SHG9NrP3mUI/AAAAAAAAAGk/P3XLcx9avbk/s1600-h/Scherzo+lanabel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_E4aVCl7pd6g/SHG9NrP3mUI/AAAAAAAAAGk/P3XLcx9avbk/s200/Scherzo+lanabel.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220161485744347458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_E4aVCl7pd6g/SHG9N6c_tUI/AAAAAAAAAGs/9DyvtHzVhzM/s1600-h/Scherzo+some+violins.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_E4aVCl7pd6g/SHG9N6c_tUI/AAAAAAAAAGs/9DyvtHzVhzM/s200/Scherzo+some+violins.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220161489825936706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_E4aVCl7pd6g/SHG9HFwz43I/AAAAAAAAAGc/Lb-uiagmM2o/s1600-h/Scherzo+Miss+Ku.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_E4aVCl7pd6g/SHG9HFwz43I/AAAAAAAAAGc/Lb-uiagmM2o/s200/Scherzo+Miss+Ku.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220161372602753906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;actually, i dont know how to upload the videos ... ... the blogger one isn't working.. i'll publish this while i go figure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt; &lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/XGoIZQbDPaI"&gt;  &lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/XGoIZQbDPaI" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;  &lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;playful pizzicato&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt; &lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/mEt4NfrpXgI"&gt; &lt;/param&gt; &lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/mEt4NfrpXgI" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt; &lt;/embed&gt; &lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rhumba&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt; &lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/dtudB2qHbiI"&gt;  &lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/dtudB2qHbiI" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;  &lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;little suite&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt; &lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/jxpgmAfh4rs"&gt;  &lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/jxpgmAfh4rs" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;  &lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mozart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt; &lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/1ALF4pX6BEs"&gt; &lt;/param&gt; &lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/1ALF4pX6BEs" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt; &lt;/embed&gt; &lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss Saigon - nicest piece. HAH too bad you have to kill your neck to watch it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10406816-3511446571947791690?l=my-unknown-destiny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-unknown-destiny.blogspot.com/feeds/3511446571947791690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10406816&amp;postID=3511446571947791690' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10406816/posts/default/3511446571947791690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10406816/posts/default/3511446571947791690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-unknown-destiny.blogspot.com/2008/07/as-school-started-to-wind-up-once-again.html' title=''/><author><name>Danetta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17842517314412205387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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://bp3.blogger.com/_E4aVCl7pd6g/SHHDPusCKxI/AAAAAAAAAJc/qN4na8jechE/s72-c/Scherzo+1+SS.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10406816.post-2335105315827545880</id><published>2008-06-30T18:40:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-30T18:46:38.958+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"&lt;br /&gt;Thursday was a sad day for Michael Beasley.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;He didn't get picked number one in the NBA draft.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;He got picked number 2.  What a loser.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Just kidding of course.  But this is the way a lot of people think.  If they can't be the best at something, then why try at all?  It is seen all the time in young athletes...&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;If I can't be a starter why should I even play?&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;If I can't make Varsity as a Freshman why work hard to get there as a Junior or Senior?&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;If I'm not the best in an event then I must suck.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;And, that mentality carries over into adulthood.  How many times have you heard someone say:  "I can't do that - I'm not any good at it and I'll look silly."&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Not being good at something is exactly the reason you should do it.  It means you are challenging your body and your mind to grow and expand.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Remember, it's not where you start out, it's where you finish.  Beginning with the end in mind will get you closer to achieving things you never dreamed possible.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;And, believe it or not, that's not even what I wanted to write to you about today... my apologies for the tangent.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;What seeing Mr. Beasley reminded of was another story of his AAU playing partner Kevin Durant.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His coach and mentor had him write 200 times on a piece of paper:&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;"Hard work beats talent when talent fails to work hard."&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Now, you might think this was punishment - isn't that why we all had to write sentences at some point growing up?  But, that couldn't be farther from the truth.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;What Durant and Beasley's coach new was the importance of repetition.  The importance of hearing and seeing and writing something over and over and over again until it becomes a part of you.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;In athletics, this automation is called unconscious competence.  The ability to do something technically correct without having to think about it.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;The way to achieve this - repetition.&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10406816-2335105315827545880?l=my-unknown-destiny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-unknown-destiny.blogspot.com/feeds/2335105315827545880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10406816&amp;postID=2335105315827545880' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10406816/posts/default/2335105315827545880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10406816/posts/default/2335105315827545880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-unknown-destiny.blogspot.com/2008/06/thursday-was-sad-day-for-michael.html' title=''/><author><name>Danetta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17842517314412205387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-10406816.post-4779753547914189171</id><published>2008-06-29T14:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-29T14:36:11.178+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>REALLY! Do bad things always have to happen to me when I DONT WANT THEM MOST?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walk through the hall of illnesses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P4: STREAMING. 2 weeks before, I was down with a virus involving fever during the sars period. Guess what? the good news was, I got well one day before streaming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P5: SA2. DOWN WITH FEVER AGAIN! just before&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P6: PSLE. Shortly before, I was down with dengue! minor, but nonetheless, disruptive and feverish and hospital-visitingish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank goodness it stopped in sec 1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT. in sec 2, it wasn't illnesses, but oversleeping.&lt;br /&gt;Day of track sleepover, overslept. arrived in school in time for when track was cooling down. They came up to level 4 to say Hi. what embarrassment! last day of school, overslept. Thank goodness I was SO LATE that the prefects weren't around to book me. And good thing our class was in the waiting room for speech day, so I was okay. Day of track chalet, overslept, covered up with excuse of being sick (which i was). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sec 3. track sleepover. they all thought i overslept just because i was 10mins late! what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND NOW. back to sickness. i missed all of the earlier competitions because of Asthma. but now when i'm actually better (maybe?), 2 days before the last training of the season, 5 days from my first competition, when i got into relay for first time, I HAD to fall sick with fever. ARRRRRRRGH WHY. Is it dengue?? will it go away by tomorrow? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;getting thoughts out is good. but PLEASE get the illness out of my system.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10406816-4779753547914189171?l=my-unknown-destiny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-unknown-destiny.blogspot.com/feeds/4779753547914189171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10406816&amp;postID=4779753547914189171' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10406816/posts/default/4779753547914189171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10406816/posts/default/4779753547914189171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-unknown-destiny.blogspot.com/2008/06/really-do-bad-things-always-have-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Danetta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17842517314412205387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-10406816.post-7964419812825886264</id><published>2008-06-23T21:26:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-23T21:52:48.602+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>BUSY BUSY BUSY BEE (not talking about the tuition centre. this is ME here)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25th June - Scherzo tech run 2-2.45. Training 2.45 - 5.30 reach home 7.  practice for Scherzo on own @ 8.30&lt;br /&gt;26th June - 12.25 leave class for lunch. 1 be at foyer. rehearse 2-6. 6-7 dinner, make up, changing. 7.30-9.30 Scherzo&lt;br /&gt;27th June - training 2.45-5.30 reach home 7. cell group 8&lt;br /&gt;28th June - go cut hair after church&lt;br /&gt;29th June - Shit i havent finished my bio PT. SERIOUSLY. i have no time!&lt;br /&gt;30th June - Training reach home 7&lt;br /&gt;1st July - please please please, nothing to do!&lt;br /&gt;2nd July - mental prep for TOMORROW&lt;br /&gt;3rd July - AUGH 200m 10.45 leave home at 7.45 wake up at 7.20. Doc appointment in Bugis 3.45&lt;br /&gt;4th July - INDEPENDENCE DAY LOL self training?!&lt;br /&gt;5th July - TGIS&lt;br /&gt;6th July - violin lesson 10am (can i not?) FFAF 2-10&lt;br /&gt;7th July - YAY YOUTH DAY&lt;br /&gt;8th July - ARGGGH 4 by 1 @ 4.10 leave at class at 12.30? leave at 1?!&lt;br /&gt;9th July - ARGGGH if i get in, 200m s Finals 10.40 wake up 7.20&lt;br /&gt;10th July - ARGGH 4 by 1 s finals @ 3.45 isit? three in a row! NO WAY. ever heard of rest?&lt;br /&gt;11th July - omgoodness TGIF like never before. practice via dolorosa&lt;br /&gt;12 July - special music @ Balestier&lt;br /&gt;13 July - violin lesson @ 10, bible study @ 3, chi tuition @ 4.30 self train @ 8 in gym!&lt;br /&gt;14th July - monday again, kills self. oh well, at least its a HOLIDAY. homework &lt;br /&gt;15th July - nothing? WOW amazing. oh, do homework gAAAH&lt;br /&gt;16th July - I dont believe it! ITS THE FINALS ALREADY. AND JULY IS HALFWAY. I'm OLD&lt;br /&gt;17th July - 18th July relax finally and do remaining homework&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kinda dangerous putting my whole life here innit? oh well, who comes here anyway. good night. i'm gonna print this out for my info.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10406816-7964419812825886264?l=my-unknown-destiny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-unknown-destiny.blogspot.com/feeds/7964419812825886264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10406816&amp;postID=7964419812825886264' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10406816/posts/default/7964419812825886264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10406816/posts/default/7964419812825886264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-unknown-destiny.blogspot.com/2008/06/busy-busy-busy-bee-not-talking-about.html' title=''/><author><name>Danetta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17842517314412205387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-10406816.post-3341066598581613763</id><published>2008-06-05T14:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-05T14:37:58.766+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>caint wait for tomorrow!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10406816-3341066598581613763?l=my-unknown-destiny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-unknown-destiny.blogspot.com/feeds/3341066598581613763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10406816&amp;postID=3341066598581613763' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10406816/posts/default/3341066598581613763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10406816/posts/default/3341066598581613763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-unknown-destiny.blogspot.com/2008/06/caint-wait-for-tomorrow.html' title=''/><author><name>Danetta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17842517314412205387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-10406816.post-4169684692406871277</id><published>2008-05-31T22:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-31T23:01:05.478+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>okay, because jiya says I shouldn't use videos as posts, here's a text filled one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So... do you go to school often? &lt;br /&gt;my answer: yeah, its the holidays but i have school five days a week. doesn't that suck?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yup. thats it. sums up my holidays. 3 PTs, math homework, training, strings, violin etc.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10406816-4169684692406871277?l=my-unknown-destiny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-unknown-destiny.blogspot.com/feeds/4169684692406871277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10406816&amp;postID=4169684692406871277' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10406816/posts/default/4169684692406871277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10406816/posts/default/4169684692406871277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-unknown-destiny.blogspot.com/2008/05/okay-because-jiya-says-i-shouldnt-use.html' title=''/><author><name>Danetta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17842517314412205387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-10406816.post-6327703110692149445</id><published>2008-05-27T19:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-31T22:57:08.592+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/CTqDreuy3Xc&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/CTqDreuy3Xc&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drifting again :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10406816-6327703110692149445?l=my-unknown-destiny.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-10406816.post-8318335782154274555</id><published>2008-05-09T18:52:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-31T22:56:56.397+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Ddn4MGaS3N4&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Ddn4MGaS3N4&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;awesome. &lt;br /&gt;drifting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/JsD6uEZsIsU&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/JsD6uEZsIsU&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just as awesome.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10406816-8318335782154274555?l=my-unknown-destiny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-unknown-destiny.blogspot.com/feeds/8318335782154274555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10406816&amp;postID=8318335782154274555' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10406816/posts/default/8318335782154274555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10406816/posts/default/8318335782154274555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-unknown-destiny.blogspot.com/2008/05/awesome.html' title=''/><author><name>Danetta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17842517314412205387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-10406816.post-7137189537719509333</id><published>2008-05-07T15:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-07T15:40:51.618+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yayyyyyyyyyyyyy :) i'm not high. thats sad.. a post! a post is the synonym of a miracle! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yayyy. never bought such an expensive t-shirt O_o but its a nice colour. compared to the others, though they had nicer graphics :D:D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"the best things in life are on sale" - clique&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"menstruation : a word combining men and frustration" - NUM&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10406816-7137189537719509333?l=my-unknown-destiny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-unknown-destiny.blogspot.com/feeds/7137189537719509333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10406816&amp;postID=7137189537719509333' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10406816/posts/default/7137189537719509333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10406816/posts/default/7137189537719509333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-unknown-destiny.blogspot.com/2008/05/yayyyyyyyyyyyyy-im-not-high.html' title=''/><author><name>Danetta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17842517314412205387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-10406816.post-1745174072371690979</id><published>2008-04-14T20:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-14T21:00:13.846+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZGTiPGhWeQQ&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZGTiPGhWeQQ&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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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-10406816.post-4595668312457549649</id><published>2008-03-22T23:28:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-22T23:28:18.119+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/L3AgO6H0H98&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/L3AgO6H0H98&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10406816-4595668312457549649?l=my-unknown-destiny.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-10406816.post-3486445241220015755</id><published>2008-03-21T22:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-21T22:44:19.066+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>POOF today was hilariousacious. &lt;br /&gt;found out that we were doing a new proposal for CmPS. so I got on at 2.30 and left at 3.45 and rushed to church. and for some reason i reached there very late, at 4.30. oh yes cause i couldn't find my violin even though i looked under my bed. then i asked my mom and she said under the bed. &lt;br /&gt;oh there it was. JEEZZZZZz&lt;br /&gt;well then we went through the songs and the prog once and the people already arrived! the prog was really really last minute quote lyndsey: last minute kings and queens. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shimona sang Via Dolorosa, very beautifully as usual. and i understood a bit more about pronouncing Espanol. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the cafeteria part was best. Lyndsey and I were extra: in the middle of the room playing guitar and violin. but it was cool. then Shimona started to speak, then Pastor (were were supposed to play here but realised too late so we played after he spoke, which turned out better since he had no mike when speaking) then Shimona spoke about Jesus' ressurection and how the hope should be spread. She's holding a lighted candle, and then she lights Joelle and Pastor's, and so on and so forth. so the dark room is slowly lighted up. so pretty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and Lyndsey and I play He Lives. um haha I started too slowwly. then we picked up :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BREAD AND SOUP WAS DELICIOUS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh wait the GAMES WERE THE BEST.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first game was a little get to know you so we pair up and tell something we dont know about each other, then introduce to another pair&lt;br /&gt;next was about a friend who sticks closer than a brother, where Andrew was calling out numbers and we would get into groups of that number. It ended with Yishan, Yijie and Clarence. so cute. so then Andrew said, get into groups of one boy and one girl! hahahha. and Both yishan and yijie didnt want to go with him! Andrew: you're a lucky boy, you get to choose! he didnt want to. If you dont choose, they'll win and you dont get a chocolate! hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we had a game of Have you Ever. so its like da feng chui. and timothy was so annoying, he'd have a seat then offer it to the person who's in the centre which was cute at first but after repeating it was annoying. the kids all have such broken english ahaha. timothy said,"(have you ever) you have dog?" so cute when they're stuck in the centre. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next was in the ark, on dry land, in the flood, hit the deck. basically middle, left, right, down respectively. and he'd try to trick us.&lt;br /&gt;the kids are so gullible! dont look at him LOR. hahah. just listen. they get out like on the third try.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yes the group ranged from 3-60+ yrs old and one wheelchair.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10406816-3486445241220015755?l=my-unknown-destiny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-unknown-destiny.blogspot.com/feeds/3486445241220015755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10406816&amp;postID=3486445241220015755' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10406816/posts/default/3486445241220015755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10406816/posts/default/3486445241220015755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-unknown-destiny.blogspot.com/2008/03/poof-today-was-hilariousacious.html' title=''/><author><name>Danetta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17842517314412205387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-10406816.post-9058299228102684297</id><published>2008-03-20T17:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-20T17:51:14.225+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>We saw models at lower pierce bio learning journey week today.&lt;br /&gt;they were wearing boho stuff.&lt;br /&gt;they tilted their heads at many angles while the camera man kept holding the trigger. &lt;br /&gt;Daphne waved to them and one waved back.&lt;br /&gt;When the girls were done one of them was running then doing a hurdle/gazelle-like action. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so cute.&lt;br /&gt;yay yesterday and tomorrow no school&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10406816-9058299228102684297?l=my-unknown-destiny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-unknown-destiny.blogspot.com/feeds/9058299228102684297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10406816&amp;postID=9058299228102684297' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10406816/posts/default/9058299228102684297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10406816/posts/default/9058299228102684297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-unknown-destiny.blogspot.com/2008/03/we-saw-models-at-lower-pierce-bio.html' title=''/><author><name>Danetta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17842517314412205387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-10406816.post-4265755095704681775</id><published>2008-03-19T17:24:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-19T17:36:29.847+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.panettierecloset.com/P1090963.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://www.panettierecloset.com/P1090963.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOAAAH. this is nice. I would wear it for prom! the green is so beautiful! check out www.panettierecloset.com&lt;br /&gt;Hayden Panettiere's own clothes being sold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.panettierecloset.com/P1080136.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://www.panettierecloset.com/P1080136.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is really cute&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and this is damn nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.panettierecloset.com/P1090002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://www.panettierecloset.com/P1090002.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.panettierecloset.com/P1090003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://www.panettierecloset.com/P1090003.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.panettierecloset.com/P1090007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://www.panettierecloset.com/P1090007.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.panettierecloset.com/P1090010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://www.panettierecloset.com/P1090010.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.panettierecloset.com/P1090857.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://www.panettierecloset.com/P1090857.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.panettierecloset.com/P1090884.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px;" src="http://www.panettierecloset.com/P1090884.JPG" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These two are really nice too. especially the white one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;celebs are really lucky. they can earn money just writing 10 words on their picture. quote: "You can now own a personalized autograph resume picture of Miss Hayden Panettiere for $50.00 or a non-personalized autographed picture for $35.00!  On Paypal or through email, you can leave a personal message for Hayden to write on her picture!  Please no more than 10 words!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.panettierecloset.com/HAYDENHEADSHOTLAYOUT.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px;" src="http://www.panettierecloset.com/HAYDENHEADSHOTLAYOUT.JPG" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10406816-4265755095704681775?l=my-unknown-destiny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-unknown-destiny.blogspot.com/feeds/4265755095704681775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10406816&amp;postID=4265755095704681775' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10406816/posts/default/4265755095704681775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10406816/posts/default/4265755095704681775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-unknown-destiny.blogspot.com/2008/03/woaaah.html' title=''/><author><name>Danetta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17842517314412205387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-10406816.post-2477921986124322884</id><published>2008-03-19T16:00:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-19T16:43:55.857+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw the most interesting sight/site ever!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;look at THIS.  Round, square, what is next?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://images.pingmag.jp/images/article/watermelon01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://images.pingmag.jp/images/article/watermelon01.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes: triangular. Here comes the “pyramid watermelon” from Hokkaido.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://images.pingmag.jp/images/article/watermelon04.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://images.pingmag.jp/images/article/watermelon04.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this,  no ordinary fruitstore!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://images.pingmag.jp/images/article/watermelon03.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://images.pingmag.jp/images/article/watermelon03.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and this, the SHOCK. no wonder people say pets look like their owners.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://images.pingmag.jp/images/title/watermelon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://images.pingmag.jp/images/title/watermelon.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://images.pingmag.jp/images/article/watermelon06.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://images.pingmag.jp/images/article/watermelon06.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://images.pingmag.jp/images/article/watermelon07.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://images.pingmag.jp/images/article/watermelon07.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br 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href='http://my-unknown-destiny.blogspot.com/2008/03/i-saw-most-interesting-sightsite-ever.html' title=''/><author><name>Danetta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17842517314412205387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-10406816.post-6759564929352845662</id><published>2008-03-17T22:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-17T22:24:30.274+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>the better videos :) :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/DgAselAARo4&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/DgAselAARo4&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" 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type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10406816/posts/default/6759564929352845662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10406816/posts/default/6759564929352845662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-unknown-destiny.blogspot.com/2008/03/better-videos-d.html' title=''/><author><name>Danetta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17842517314412205387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-10406816.post-8591188385907278008</id><published>2008-03-13T14:52:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-17T18:34:44.527+08:00</updated><title type='text'>investment list</title><content type='html'>Things I should invest in:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PROPER jeans for goodness sake.&lt;br /&gt;Studies -__-&lt;br /&gt;A nice top&lt;br /&gt;A nice dress&lt;br /&gt;racers, though i cant bear to part with my current one even though its wearing out&lt;br /&gt;A nice haircut after this one...&lt;br /&gt;A wallet which will happen soon&lt;br /&gt;A nice bag which just happened today.. yay-ne&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay 7 is a good number to stop at aru&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My new backpack is environmentally friendly! It's green and brown meshed together. hm that doesn't exactly sound nice. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Compartments: &lt;br /&gt;front has a hp pouch and an ipod pouch. now if only i had an ipod.. or i can put my spoilt one in! now if only i put my hp in my bag..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;back security pouch &lt;br /&gt;has cd compartments and zips for important documents. now if only i carried my passport with me.. and if only i had cds to bring to school..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;main compartment&lt;br /&gt;has a laptop sleeve. now if only I had the laptop to myself.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;edit (17 mar)&lt;br /&gt;top compartment&lt;br /&gt;a smooth cloth compartment for sunglasses, and here it comes: if only I had cool sunglasses..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would SO bring them to school&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10406816-8591188385907278008?l=my-unknown-destiny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-unknown-destiny.blogspot.com/feeds/8591188385907278008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10406816&amp;postID=8591188385907278008' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10406816/posts/default/8591188385907278008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10406816/posts/default/8591188385907278008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-unknown-destiny.blogspot.com/2008/03/investment-list.html' title='investment list'/><author><name>Danetta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17842517314412205387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-10406816.post-915284265879817866</id><published>2008-03-13T12:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-13T12:30:15.554+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>unfortunately, the videos amplify mistakes =/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10406816-915284265879817866?l=my-unknown-destiny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-unknown-destiny.blogspot.com/feeds/915284265879817866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10406816&amp;postID=915284265879817866' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10406816/posts/default/915284265879817866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10406816/posts/default/915284265879817866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-unknown-destiny.blogspot.com/2008/03/unfortunately-videos-amplify-mistakes.html' title=''/><author><name>Danetta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17842517314412205387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-10406816.post-8112997722560195835</id><published>2008-03-10T21:36:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-10T22:07:23.308+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ME TOO ME TOO I WANNA JOIN THE CRAZE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BAND(AGE)&lt;br /&gt;REDEEMING THE RIOT :D:D:D &lt;br /&gt;www.redeemingtheriot.blogspot.com&lt;br /&gt;JIYA and IRINA - &gt;&lt; really wish you could've gone but nevermind!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must admit I underestimated my brother's band haha. I guess its cause the idea of winning anything doesn't fit well with.. my family? hahah. ANYWAY Redeeming The Riot's performance REALLY REALLY ROCKED. I was laughing really hard when my brother was like what-you-call-it shaking his head really hard? I must say the coolest part was the jump  after one of the climatic breaks and the keyboard was really really nice especially then :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't help singing along the harmony xD I've heard it so many times I've practically memorised it! And I started off not knowing any of the jenny words even though it was our 'class song' but now i know all the words (?! right) that it appears fangirlish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still quite amazed that RTR won! AND SO COOL part of the prize is a POSTER OF THEIR BAND! I WANT TO SEE IT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well anyway band(age) didnt start so fun cause i had to worry about meeting Jean and Shawna and passing their friend a ticket (who DIDNT EVEN COME). they should've told me! relieve stress. haha. so when they came in they didnt know where i was so they sat somewhere else then the saved seats next to me and my mom were taken. I bet TM thought I'm such a loner -___- anyway after the intermission we stole other seats next to them. I had fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eunice Olsen kept saying they're 'Charming'! and I think being last helped in a way cause the last impression stuck and it was a good one! my thoughts are very messy. and jumbled. hmrph.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone's very scary in heels. so tall. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the name band(age) is so cool! its such a great pun cause its for St Luke's Hospital.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EVERYTHING FROM REDEEMING THE RIOT WAS GOOD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yayyyyy-ne&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i didnt hear the slip ups the judges say they heard. oh well. i could hardly hear my brother even. sitting in the gallery wasn't so good in that way. they also weren't super loud like some of the other bands which was good. it was really well balanced. nnnnn &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ALSO WANT TO SAY LIKE EVERYONE ELSE:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;REDEEM MY RIOT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10406816-8112997722560195835?l=my-unknown-destiny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-unknown-destiny.blogspot.com/feeds/8112997722560195835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10406816&amp;postID=8112997722560195835' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10406816/posts/default/8112997722560195835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10406816/posts/default/8112997722560195835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-unknown-destiny.blogspot.com/2008/03/me-too-me-too-i-wanna-join-craze.html' title=''/><author><name>Danetta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17842517314412205387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-10406816.post-3215189551704755185</id><published>2008-02-02T15:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-02T16:35:59.009+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yeah! or, OH no! one month has gone by. On thurs the last day of Jan, our class had the party for the Jan babies! yay! 307 rocks socks. that means every month we'll have a party! So Mandaman/her mom bought a delicious nutella-chocolate cake! and actually everything else is it? YUM thanks manduh! happy birthday to januaryyy.... couldn't really be heard. and april and simmy didnt blow! they weren't even present for the singing. where did they go? well anyway nicole, glad, irina and i took a photo, where irina and i are putting kristie's name on her jacket on me as the centre of attraction. and then we had to rush to finish to the chips and go up for RS. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yay :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAY FOUR CONT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so. DOOM! shine our headlamps. eeeek the bag is open! HEY ITS THE FOOD BAG! WHATS IT DOING OUT HERE? OH NO. is that bread and apollo wrapper?! shit! look closer at bag. IS THAT A TUNA CAN? glad: omg its clean! I wonder: its from our meal right? But its not! glad: the dogs! they opened it and licked it clean! me and bere: omg why they so smart. the bag: half a bread wrapper with half a packet of bread in it. we zip the bag (which the dogs managed to open) and the bag has scratch marks on it. we call zhen ling, who gets the bag into Amanda's and Constance's tents. after throwing the rest of the bread out. short while later I see a dog slinking back. it's come for the bread! or maybe it got it already. i shine my light at it and it goes across to the other side of the beach. where we continue to shine our lights at it. Zhen Ling gets Mani (?) and then we realise its 1.20, that means our shift was long over. and we get leia and Irina's tent to get up. and we go back to sleep. sleep came quite fast. we had grass cushioning. all too soon, 4 hours later, the 5.00 wake up call came. we sat up but then went back to sleep after a while. then bere and glad powdered/changed in the tent again while I blocked out the window. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yay. had a standing breakfast after packing our tent. how fun. we dipped the bread (new packet!) into the peanut butter tub. and ate ovaltine powder xD had a hard time finding scissors to cut string to tie my whistle (I didnt wanna use the dirty old red one) and also had a hard time finding a dustbin to throw my wet tissue so it went into my pocket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we got all our bottles and stuff to the beach. and carried all the kayaks down to the beach. so I think by 7 or 8 we got everything done, then we had some cheer again and some good luck words. I liked 'dont get burnt' :D annnnd. Rachel and I went out first with Zhen Ling and Leia. yup. and when we got in, one paddle floated away so we had to do a really huge sweep to get it, and ppl were like, you're going the wrong way! and we're like, we know! Then we paddle out and Tracy asks us to go toward the other instructor boat, so we do, then the instructor there asks us why we're going there. so we're like. huh... AND WHEN WE FINALLYYYYY SET OUT, we're not in diamond formation but no one cares. we just paddle then to wait for the ppl at the back, rachel keeps blowing the whistle and showing the stop sign. which i do not like to do. im so glad we were in front. we realisd that there are some who are really slow so are always left behind, so swopping of partners took place. i didnt see it though it was quite cool. leia said they just stood up and swopped, didnt get wet at all. and I got to use that I-forgot-its-name-loudspeaker-thing-thing. cause rachel cant speak right? yeh. but rachel kept wanting me to repeat, so i still remember it. though i said it wrong once. (fast people go behind, slow people go in frnt) this is so that they wont always be behind. its really cool that the 308 swimmer was paddling her partner all the way. and they were quite fast! Hannah did too later. the instructors said they shouldn't see our face so i tried to use my towel to cover my face, which i managed to do after a while. so uncomfortable. then rachel's ears are getting red so I lend it to her. and we're supposed to stay away from the fishman. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then after a while Rachel starts splashing water at me with her paddle. so I say that if you keep doing that i'm going to need my towel back. the water gets in my eye. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lots of stopping and waiting was done, which maybe was one of the reasons why we weren't tired. and we went fast because we were sychronised :D 1 2 1 2 1 2 left. double left! I must say Azira was fast, and so were Fu Yuan and her partner. :) and so were cheryl and Amanda. and Gladys and Berenice. we were going to stop for lunch at this place, but the instructors told us that the wind constantly blows us backward so we had to continue. then 5 mins later the instructors dropped anchor and we all clung to it and together. it was quite hard to eat with one hand. rachel found that linking arms allowed you to hold on to each other while still using both hands. so smart :) then I needed to pee. its quite strange looking at people while you pee. how often is it that you can see someone face to face while you pee? ew. haha. hairi pushed one of the instructors off the boat! and then they went off and pulled two other boats away for a little ride. and they came back just when i was finishing peeing, which, i was quite worried about in case they swim into my pee XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and I managed to finish my bottle! but pei lee forgot to return it to me. so then i asked tracy for it later after a short talk, and she threw it to me. It fell Just out of reach. I didnt dare lean over to get it, so good thing someone helped me take it. then there was this spot later where i kinda argued with rachel cause i said just go straight instead of following the contours of the island but she worried maybe there's a turn around the bend. so heh, sorry about that. sorry about going see! when went past the bend. haha im like that sometimes. lucky we didnt follow the coast. too waste of time. then there was this area where we kept having to paddle on the right! actually we did that for most of the time later. looking back, we could see the rest of the people all drifting out to sea. i cant really remember the chronological order now, so i'll just anyhow write what I want. about half an hour after lunch, I realised I really needed to pee. I know right! half an hour ago I peeed! so i was wondering why then i remembered i finished my bottle. then rachel also needed to pee! and so we paddle slowly waiting for them to catch up. and! we realise something cool. everytime rachel turns her head to the right to look back, the kayak drifts right. so i told her to look to the left. haha. so everytime i said double right! i say look at me! haha. so we wait till leia and fuyuan and some others catch up. and we say, we need to pee! toilet break! navigators toilet break! so everyone has to wait if they're not catching up. and Rachel gives details! so funny. like, wait wait a little bit more. and leia's laughing her head off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then I go Rachel quick quick! my turn! very urgent lah. and phew. after I get back on I'm like, k anyone else wants to go to the toilet? speak now or forever hold your pees! or my bro insists the right way to say it is hold your piss. then i commented again, i bet they're relieved to have a toilet break! you know, to relief themselves? yeah. and then leia goes. haha. so you see this whole row of rafted up kayaks with half empty cockpits and heads bobbing in the sea. when leia wanted to come back up, her kayak wasn't properly aligned so she couldn't get on! everytime she tried, my hand would hurt and we'd separate. then i tried to get hold of her combing, but it was still behind me so when she got on again my ARM hurt so i let go and she'd fall back in lol. third time i tried to get her to wait but she wouldn't and before i could hold her combing without obstructing, she managed to get on! wow. miracle. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;k then skip to the interesting part. hannah and shi jin made it to the front. and we were quite physically tired so we decided to use mental strength. i was like, Rachel I race you! hahaha get it? I'm in your boat how can i race you? so we raced anyway. which was lame. then hannah kept going in front. so we decided to race her. then we said this is war. and we would bang against their kayak. and rachel asked me to declare war so i raised my paddle and screamed, this is war! and hannah's not bad! kept making us row hard. then Amanda and Cheryl say haha, danny's high. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next interesting part was the waves! they would come and scare us, but then it'd be really fun when we rose up on the waves :D:D and we would stop rowing and let the waves carry us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;berenice and gladys were cute with their chiong, ah, chiong, ah, ah, ah, ah, chiong, ah, ah, ping pong ping ping ping pong pong pong ping pong ping ponging. and or, range, o range range range range. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one annoying part was when we saw this floating village and our instructors said to go left around it, but we soon saw stilts there, but didnt want to disobey so we kept shouting, 1.2.3 INSTRUCTORS! over and over till they replied saying go left. and we're like bewildered so we shout again and they see the stilts and say go right. kinda wasted our voice there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet another interesting part is when Azira got sick. i'm not xing zai le huo! yeah anyway I haven't really done any volunteering, but I dont know why I said to rachel, I dont mind swopping with her. so I swopped with her, she got out while i just crossed over, and she had to pee first hahah. NO LEG SPACE! ouch. and my back hurt. stupid single kayak. cant really drink water, quite dangerous. so I set out, getting used to it, then Rachel and Azira come and bang into me, almost toppling me, and I scream like I've never screamed someone's name before, RACCCHEEEL!!! lol. yup then rachel goes zig zagging. what was I thinking, swopping. navigator must be in front, cant have a sick co pilot! the first few minutes were bad, where I was paranoid and angsty whenever i came close to a grandmother boat. then I lost my towel. they were rafting up, I came too, then Magdalene pointed out my towel behind, cause i put it on the combing so it slipped off. i panicked so didnt react fast, and neither did anyone. magdalene's paddle was too short. and by the time i pushed away and got to the spot it sank already. so. whatever. i just daoed for the next half hour. put all strength into rowing. and bere and glad continued their chiong-ahing but I didnt find it cute anymore. and then glady's cap dropped and berenice did a cool move to save it. but i still didnt really feel very happy. i decided to hum an emo song. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a few more people came dangerously close, and i was kinda in front. and berenice and glad were actually really nice, telling people to be careful not to come near. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finally as we rounded a bend, we saw HDBs! and camp 1! and a huge rock we had to avoid. and bouys we had to avoid. and rachel we had to wait for. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finally we passed camp 1's jetty and saw camp 2 approaching! we're hurrying! dont care about being behind the nav! dont know where she is! then we had to go to the instructor's boat. and some people went to pee. and I wanted to pee too. but no space or time. darn. then two by two we go to the shore. which looks different cause high tide. oops when i reach there the other boat isn't done yet so i have to row away and come back. then when i get out, i take my bottles, grab my boat and forget my paddle. which was embarrassing. and then i dragged my kayak up a bit, which was wrong. but the paddle was caught under it so when i let go the kayak sprang back down. which was also embarrassing. then carried, washed, kept kayaks. took off socks, washed feet, went to the toilet with leia. came back and they were doing some sharing about the sea ex. cant remember what i said. then we did the quietestestest unites we've ever done. we were all so tired. but OHOHOH a miracle. we made it early. it was just the waiting to get to shore that wasted time. kayaking 8-4.10(we past camp 1)-around 5 when we finally all get up shore. so thats considered 9 hours of kayaking. hm i thought it was 8. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;humph. i dont get any credit for being the nav's shouter. hahaha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we go jetty jump! one of the last events of the day. so fun. so tired that we just whatever. step off. i like the boingk sound when you jump in. but like Hairi said no kick cause its high tide. and no fish. haha which is good. then we all stand on the jetty feeling wind blown but still shout with gusto for hairi to jump. and he does some girly action and says he's scared. and we're like, just jump! and do some funny action when you do it! like superman or something. and he says he's not an acrobat so he does a normal jump. hahah we all think the same thing when he comes out. his hair looks like a girls! cause usually its coarse looking but then it was wet so it looked like a girl's. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my my what a long post. and its not done. but im too tired to continue. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 4 to be cont again.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dont worry no one has to read this. read to the end that is. but if you dont read to the end you wont read this. its for ME to read when im 84! remember that. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;posts to come:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;day 4 cont&lt;br /&gt;day 5&lt;br /&gt;jiya's and my sms convo involving her mass shitting.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10406816-3215189551704755185?l=my-unknown-destiny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-unknown-destiny.blogspot.com/feeds/3215189551704755185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10406816&amp;postID=3215189551704755185' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10406816/posts/default/3215189551704755185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10406816/posts/default/3215189551704755185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-unknown-destiny.blogspot.com/2008/02/yeah-or-oh-no-one-month-has-gone-by.html' title=''/><author><name>Danetta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17842517314412205387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-10406816.post-6783025112691884857</id><published>2008-01-28T21:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-28T22:15:53.607+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>DAY THREE CONTINUED YET AGAIN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so since the gate didnt open, we had to wait. And as soon as we shut up, we heard more singing from behind! looks like Columbus is having a fun time singing the coconut tree! and Columbus = Tracy = door opener. so yay we go through, thank you Hairi. then we walk and walk and walk, Berenice and I singing Mulan's Who I Am Inside (I dunno the exact title) and looking at the puddles and pointing at our reflections when it comes to WHEN WILL MY REFLECTION SHOW, WHO I AM INSIDE. WHEE SO FUNNY. so after we point we'd burst out laughing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and walk walk walk. we find the path to our first treasure. so we turn in, and encounter mud. well, not so bad, the first few didnt get muddy. Then Amanda did! Her shoe went like, SQUIOK. then she had some tears or something then her contacts came out and stuck to her Sunglasses. which is actually quite funny if you think about it. contacts on sunglasses. I'm right behind her so I'm a little more careful. Then Constance finds a different way, which I used later. then we get close the the X, so we decide to put our bags down and find. Then Hairi redraws our X, and so we realise its still a slight way ahead. so we have to pick up our stff again. I carry the tent this time. WOW its really pain. the lifejacket didnt do much cushioning Kushi. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and we walk UPHILL. and meet another group. hELLO! and walk. then stop when we see a tiny path and not sure if we should go on. so we consult the map. and we're still not sure. so Hairi tells us to LOOK WHERE HE DREW THE X. (It's on a dotted line) so I say that means this path right? (points to the tiny path) not sure, walk up and down. I notice Hairi scratching his nose in a very weird way, like the action of a worm but under the nose. So I'm like, there its so obvious he's pointing to the path. So I dont care and just walk in, and everyone just has to follow cause we cant split up. SO. I walk about 20 metres where I see a grave, and near the grave is a tree, which has a PAPER on it! which is what we're looking for. and the paper says, good judgement/decisions comes from experience, but most of the time experience comes from bad judements/decisions. (darn I've forgotten it)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, back out of the tiny path. Berenice is holding this Tarzan swingy thing that I forgot the name of, Liana? I dont think so. and when she walks away she lets it go and I'm directly behind her and I whack into it. ow. haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay so now we go back out of the path that led to the tiny path. where we pass the muddy area. and for the nest half an hour or so I suffer with the tent, no longer able to walk in front. we make a few wrong turns, and I adjust the position of the tent a few times. side, other side, front, back. and finally, when we reach a spot where we rested, I could change back with Rachel cause she likes the tent. and someone asked if there was any apollos. and I ate my biscuits. Rachel doesn't like the tent when she has a poncho to carry. So I carry it for her. and she likes it again (: problem solved. cause the poncho isn't really heavy if I carry it with my arms not shoulders. oh and also because I hung my OTHER poncho over the buckle, like sumo wrestler's underwear. so i didnt require any strength to hold it at all. how convenient.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we reach a mosquito infested toilet. all squat! many people didnt do squat but smack mosquitos. i ate something. and put a patch. which i dropped 5 mins later. drat. Walk with Irina. She says she saw many patches. one yellow.. THATS MINE! and one blue. sing smile smile smile to Irina and over and over again. yay (: a few times I find more roads with the metal barrier thing that is just the right height to rest the bagpack. and when we're five minutes away, Hairi tells us we can have a rest cause Yi Hong sprained her ankle. so we sit down. phew. and then we walk again. I ask, whats the difference between a stone and a pebble? and answer my own question, a pebble is round right. and Tracy overhears it. she says yeah. EEk. why must she overhear my stupid question that i already know the answer to? then after she's gone I say, and rocks are larger than stones. and boulders are larger than rocks, and .. we step carefully over the mud. I comment, it would be really dumb if we manage to keep all clean until NOW when we reach camp where we get our shoes all muddy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We pitch the tent. Tracy says dont put the door facing the sea cause its cold. but everyone just promptly faced the sea. cept us. we got no nice spot so we put at the grass. eek. and we get the stinky ol tent again. tried to obey the odac thing of the thin side facing the wind, but then the wind was coming from the sea. so how? haha. oh well, we just pitched. and in the end our tent is very warm. argh. Hairi helped us use a camping stick to replace the missing pole. YAY. so our tent doesn't sag. I have a feeling I said this already.. hm. but then so embarrassing. gladys is holding the string. and hairi tells me to tack it in, but then gladys is holding it so i cant make it taut! so i stay there.. and he tells me to tack it in like twice more before i finally had the chance. ARgh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we carry the other groups' kayaks. and see Izabel's tan, which consists of a PE shorts curve. lol. and she got blisters. sounds bad. then we cook. really tiny portions of rice and tuna and mushrooms. four people to a mess tin. and me being such a klutz with not having proper eating stuff, keep dropping rice on the ground &gt;.&lt; embarrassing again! oh yes, we also saw part of the sun dropping to the horizon. its really annoying that when we are actually at a place where its possible to see the sunset, and we're there at the right time, the clouds just HAVE to be there too, blocking our view. play a few rounds of psst and whoosh with some columbus ppl. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then the briefing at 8.15. on kayaking. some paddle signs shown. then our route shown. (Hairi circles pulau ubin with a finger. and goes, okay i'll show you again (we think its on purpose) and again circles the entire pulau ubin. )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i was kind of falling asleep without trying to. i just put my chin in my hand and my eyes started to droop then i'd fall asleep for about 3 seconds and wake up and my ears would then deliver a late message of what i missed when i was sleeping. cool eh? electing Sea Ex or CX leaders. someone who everyone listens to and can lead. melinda, me and who's in front? (sorry) all say Rachel and laugh that we all suggest the same thing, then we hear the name Rachel from behind and laugh that THEY also think rachel. so then we ask cookies who do you want? and unanimously, Rachel! so yeah. then we do some cheer. i think its say ra. and rachels' voice dies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;right then we were supposed to put the food bags in the tents so it doesn't get attacked by dogs. but amanda's tent puts their own bags instead. i think. glad bere and I go to the far far away toilet. bere and i with flashlights. really creepy. we hear all sorts of stuff. then we see this light coming to us. we say hi then realise we dont know them lol. then we see light again. oh no wait its reflection off a cats eyes! eek. twice. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the toilet is GROSS! i opened the handicapped cause its not squat then saw its flooded. ugh gross. so i decide to just use the squat. and then the sink water is yellow! or brown. THEN! THEN THEN THEN! Gladys tells us we can adjust our headlights. you can move it to point downwards! IF WE HAD KNOWN THAT EARLIER, I WOULDN'T HAVE HAD TO PUT MY HEADLIGHT ON MY EYEBROWS! MAN I'M SO DUMB. so then we decided berenice point her light far away and mine nearer. to cover more ground :D then we link arms and walk again. and try to sing stuff. i think happy birthday was one of them. and we hear creepy cricket like but not cricket at all sounds. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and we go back to our tent for our powder bath! so funny. the tent turns white. then I realise there's an army ant on my shoe from our little excursion!! EEEk. pick it off with a tissue, and squish it. cant do anything but throw it out of the tent to be thrown away later. and then we're not allowed to sleep. cause there's another briefing by our cx leaders this time. change of sentry duty times, each tent does half an hour. so ours was from 12.30 to one i think. yes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and I cant remember when I remembered to throw the tissue away. I just remember I had to go to the instructors hut and ask if i could throw it away. and so i realised there was a dustbin next to the hut so i went there and threw it away. embarrassing again. cause only one tissue but so much commotion. SO MANY EMBARRASSING THINGS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we decided not to sleep cause we'd have to wake up again. so bere glad and i decided to massage each other. so fun! haha. and bere lies down and accidentally falls asleep. i only realise she's sleeping when i ask her a question and get no reply. hee. i lie down but dont sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAY FOUR. 12.30&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ITS OUR SHIFT~! CX leaders come and call us. tell us that amanda's tent didnt do duty cause they didnt wake up but anyway there was only 15 mins of their shift left so the leaders did it instead. Glad and Bere and I get out, Bere realises she fell asleep. and we take our flashlights and walk to near the instructors hut. point at some dogs, barking sounds. walk the other way. yup the instructors boat is there. point at the tarp. EH WHY IS THE TARP NOT COVERING THE BAGS? DOOM. TO BE CONTINUED&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10406816-6783025112691884857?l=my-unknown-destiny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-unknown-destiny.blogspot.com/feeds/6783025112691884857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10406816&amp;postID=6783025112691884857' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10406816/posts/default/6783025112691884857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10406816/posts/default/6783025112691884857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-unknown-destiny.blogspot.com/2008/01/day-three-continued-yet-again-so-since.html' title=''/><author><name>Danetta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17842517314412205387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-10406816.post-6260022231593350229</id><published>2008-01-23T19:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-23T20:01:48.088+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today was funny too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before training, Yu Tan decided to creep up on Berenice while she was doing math. So Leia covered for Yu Tan by blocking half of Berenice's view of her back. As she stood there, she was concentrating on not giving Yu Tan away, so she became quiet. So it was an awkward silence, so Danetta saves the day and says, aye, continue singing leh. so then Berenice did not become suspicious. SO, when Yu Tan finally crawled to Berenice's legs, she went RAAAGGH. near berenice's legs. and Berenice screamed. or something. whatever that sound was. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During training, we were telling people everywhere that they are asses (size S sticking out of vest) then when I told Berenice, you're an ass again, Jiya says you're an M. then she says something about S and M and then we didnt know what she meant so she told us its something sick, and after about 15 mins we were told what it was. And then we went on to discuss something gross. and Natalie who wasn't listening, asked a question that was a blur question cause the answers obvious. then we all three (me jiya yu tan) burst out laughing and pointing at Natalie at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;AND. this happened again a few minutes later. HAHAH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After training, Yu Tan was telling us that her dimple holds water, and when people come to look at her cause she's bending sideways strangely, she can fling the water at them. and I was saying they'll turn to look at what you're looking at, then you can fling it at them. so she went to test it on Berenice, without the water. she grabbed Berenice's shoulder. Berenice turned to look at her then turned to where she was looking. then we all started laughing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And berenice goes, AYE TODAY YOU TRICK ME TWICE ALREADY!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10406816-6260022231593350229?l=my-unknown-destiny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-unknown-destiny.blogspot.com/feeds/6260022231593350229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10406816&amp;postID=6260022231593350229' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10406816/posts/default/6260022231593350229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10406816/posts/default/6260022231593350229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-unknown-destiny.blogspot.com/2008/01/today-was-funny-too.html' title=''/><author><name>Danetta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17842517314412205387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-10406816.post-2045982255312064995</id><published>2008-01-22T22:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-22T22:35:38.055+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>the funniest convo EVER!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pros and cons of breathing. says:&lt;br /&gt;WASHINGTON WINDOW WASHERS HAHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;[[Danetta]] I want the birthday without the OBS. now im glad it was there. but i want my ice cream. busy busy, very very says:&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHHAHA&lt;br /&gt;The pros and cons of breathing. says:&lt;br /&gt;i still want da gama&lt;br /&gt;[[Danetta]] I want the birthday without the OBS. now im glad it was there. but i want my ice cream. busy busy, very very says:&lt;br /&gt;lol&lt;br /&gt;[[Danetta]] I want the birthday without the OBS. now im glad it was there. but i want my ice cream. busy busy, very very says:&lt;br /&gt;cookies and cream will cook your cake!&lt;br /&gt;The pros and cons of breathing. says:&lt;br /&gt;WASHINGTON WILL WIPE AWAY ALL COMPETITION!&lt;br /&gt;[[Danetta]] I want the birthday without the OBS. now im glad it was there. but i want my ice cream. busy busy, very very says:&lt;br /&gt;cooks will cake your face in cud&lt;br /&gt;[[Danetta]] I want the birthday without the OBS. now im glad it was there. but i want my ice cream. busy busy, very very says:&lt;br /&gt;whats cud? &lt;br /&gt;[[Danetta]] I want the birthday without the OBS. now im glad it was there. but i want my ice cream. busy busy, very very says:&lt;br /&gt;something to do with horses?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pros and cons of breathing. says:&lt;br /&gt;mud's brother&lt;br /&gt;[[Danetta]] I want the birthday without the OBS. now im glad it was there. but i want my ice cream. busy busy, very very says:&lt;br /&gt;hahah&lt;br /&gt;[[Danetta]] I want the birthday without the OBS. now im glad it was there. but i want my ice cream. busy busy, very very says:&lt;br /&gt;chew CUD!&lt;br /&gt;[[Danetta]] I want the birthday without the OBS. now im glad it was there. but i want my ice cream. busy busy, very very says:&lt;br /&gt;yeah thats it&lt;br /&gt;The pros and cons of breathing. says:&lt;br /&gt;(eh no fair w is such a strange letter)&lt;br /&gt;[[Danetta]] I want the birthday without the OBS. now im glad it was there. but i want my ice cream. busy busy, very very says:&lt;br /&gt;cows&lt;br /&gt;The pros and cons of breathing. says:&lt;br /&gt;washington will wham you in a wedgie!&lt;br /&gt;[[Danetta]] I want the birthday without the OBS. now im glad it was there. but i want my ice cream. busy busy, very very says:&lt;br /&gt;HAHA&lt;br /&gt;[[Danetta]] I want the birthday without the OBS. now im glad it was there. but i want my ice cream. busy busy, very very says:&lt;br /&gt;COOK will catastrophise your castle with a cudgel&lt;br /&gt;[[Danetta]] I want the birthday without the OBS. now im glad it was there. but i want my ice cream. busy busy, very very says:&lt;br /&gt;man im good&lt;br /&gt;The pros and cons of breathing. says:&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHA WHATS A CUDGEL&lt;br /&gt;[[Danetta]] I want the birthday without the OBS. now im glad it was there. but i want my ice cream. busy busy, very very says:&lt;br /&gt;like a spade or something&lt;br /&gt;[[Danetta]] I want the birthday without the OBS. now im glad it was there. but i want my ice cream. busy busy, very very says:&lt;br /&gt;some weapon&lt;br /&gt;The pros and cons of breathing. says:&lt;br /&gt;right. a cudgel against my wonderful washington wonder?&lt;br /&gt;The pros and cons of breathing. says:&lt;br /&gt;NO WAY BRUDDER&lt;br /&gt;[[Danetta]] I want the birthday without the OBS. now im glad it was there. but i want my ice cream. busy busy, very very says:&lt;br /&gt;its to show that cooks are way better, can cook you with a cudgel!&lt;br /&gt;[[Danetta]] I want the birthday without the OBS. now im glad it was there. but i want my ice cream. busy busy, very very says:&lt;br /&gt;you mean, crudder?&lt;br /&gt;[[Danetta]] I want the birthday without the OBS. now im glad it was there. but i want my ice cream. busy busy, very very says:&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;The pros and cons of breathing. says:&lt;br /&gt;so now the cooks are gardeners too?&lt;br /&gt;The pros and cons of breathing. says:&lt;br /&gt;orhor moon lighting&lt;br /&gt;The pros and cons of breathing. says:&lt;br /&gt;HAHAH CRUDDER&lt;br /&gt;[[Danetta]] I want the birthday without the OBS. now im glad it was there. but i want my ice cream. busy busy, very very says:&lt;br /&gt;COOKS WILL CRUD YOU IN CRUD...&lt;br /&gt;[[Danetta]] I want the birthday without the OBS. now im glad it was there. but i want my ice cream. busy busy, very very says:&lt;br /&gt;cooks cook cookies cause cake is cute&lt;br /&gt;[[Danetta]] I want the birthday without the OBS. now im glad it was there. but i want my ice cream. busy busy, very very says:&lt;br /&gt;eh&lt;br /&gt;The pros and cons of breathing. says:&lt;br /&gt;washington wankers HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHA&lt;br /&gt;[[Danetta]] I want the birthday without the OBS. now im glad it was there. but i want my ice cream. busy busy, very very says:&lt;br /&gt;hahaha&lt;br /&gt;The pros and cons of breathing. says:&lt;br /&gt;i just insulted my own watch oh no.&lt;br /&gt;[[Danetta]] I want the birthday without the OBS. now im glad it was there. but i want my ice cream. busy busy, very very says:&lt;br /&gt;HAHAH&lt;br /&gt;The pros and cons of breathing. says:&lt;br /&gt;WASHINGTON IS WATCHING YOU.&lt;br /&gt;[[Danetta]] I want the birthday without the OBS. now im glad it was there. but i want my ice cream. busy busy, very very says:&lt;br /&gt;cook capsizes you on cue&lt;br /&gt;The pros and cons of breathing. says:&lt;br /&gt;wahsington washes you well off board&lt;br /&gt;[[Danetta]] I want the birthday without the OBS. now im glad it was there. but i want my ice cream. busy busy, very very says:&lt;br /&gt;cook creaks your washington wood and crashes it into the cuccoon..&lt;br /&gt;[[Danetta]] I want the birthday without the OBS. now im glad it was there. but i want my ice cream. busy busy, very very says:&lt;br /&gt;man we should copy paste this somewhere&lt;br /&gt;The pros and cons of breathing. says:&lt;br /&gt;THE LETTER W IS A HANDICAP IN ITSELF DAMNIT&lt;br /&gt;[[Danetta]] I want the birthday without the OBS. now im glad it was there. but i want my ice cream. busy busy, very very says:&lt;br /&gt;hahah&lt;br /&gt;[[Danetta]] I want the birthday without the OBS. now im glad it was there. but i want my ice cream. busy busy, very very says:&lt;br /&gt;man its so funny&lt;br /&gt;[[Danetta]] I want the birthday without the OBS. now im glad it was there. but i want my ice cream. busy busy, very very says:&lt;br /&gt;what cuccoon?&lt;br /&gt;The pros and cons of breathing. says:&lt;br /&gt;the cuckoo members of cook&lt;br /&gt;[[Danetta]] I want the birthday without the OBS. now im glad it was there. but i want my ice cream. busy busy, very very says:&lt;br /&gt;LOL&lt;br /&gt;[[Danetta]] I want the birthday without the OBS. now im glad it was there. but i want my ice cream. busy busy, very very says:&lt;br /&gt;the cooks with cleavage make the guys go cuckoo. thats the sick version of it&lt;br /&gt;The pros and cons of breathing. says:&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;The pros and cons of breathing. says:&lt;br /&gt;can't imagine you saying that lol.&lt;br /&gt;The pros and cons of breathing. says:&lt;br /&gt;I THINK LOL IS SUCH A FUNNY WORD.&lt;br /&gt;[[Danetta]] I want the birthday without the OBS. now im glad it was there. but i want my ice cream. busy busy, very very says:&lt;br /&gt;LOL&lt;br /&gt;[[Danetta]] I want the birthday without the OBS. now im glad it was there. but i want my ice cream. busy busy, very very says:&lt;br /&gt;LOL&lt;br /&gt;The pros and cons of breathing. says:&lt;br /&gt;its like a leg kicking a ball into the back of another person's legs!&lt;br /&gt;[[Danetta]] I want the birthday without the OBS. now im glad it was there. but i want my ice cream. busy busy, very very says:&lt;br /&gt;cooks with cleavage make crazy guys go cuckoo&lt;br /&gt;[[Danetta]] I want the birthday without the OBS. now im glad it was there. but i want my ice cream. busy busy, very very says:&lt;br /&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[[Danetta]] I want the birthday without the OBS. now im glad it was there. but i want my ice cream. busy busy, very very says:&lt;br /&gt;oh EE&lt;br /&gt;The pros and cons of breathing. says:&lt;br /&gt;lol YOU thought up of that? HAHHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;[[Danetta]] I want the birthday without the OBS. now im glad it was there. but i want my ice cream. busy busy, very very says:&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;[[Danetta]] I want the birthday without the OBS. now im glad it was there. but i want my ice cream. busy busy, very very says:&lt;br /&gt;cook cruelty to clever cats&lt;br /&gt;[[Danetta]] I want the birthday without the OBS. now im glad it was there. but i want my ice cream. busy busy, very very says:&lt;br /&gt;eh &lt;br /&gt;[[Danetta]] I want the birthday without the OBS. now im glad it was there. but i want my ice cream. busy busy, very very says:&lt;br /&gt;wrong sentencing&lt;br /&gt;The pros and cons of breathing. says:&lt;br /&gt;doesn't really make much sense..&lt;br /&gt;The pros and cons of breathing. says:&lt;br /&gt;are you stringing random words together. -.-&lt;br /&gt;[[Danetta]] I want the birthday without the OBS. now im glad it was there. but i want my ice cream. busy busy, very very says:&lt;br /&gt;cruelty to clever cats cooking lessons&lt;br /&gt;The pros and cons of breathing. says:&lt;br /&gt;haha! FOR KUSHI!  &lt;br /&gt;[[Danetta]] I want the birthday without the OBS. now im glad it was there. but i want my ice cream. busy busy, very very says:&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;[[Danetta]] I want the birthday without the OBS. now im glad it was there. but i want my ice cream. busy busy, very very says:&lt;br /&gt;cooking lessons for clever cats like Cushi&lt;br /&gt;[[Danetta]] I want the birthday without the OBS. now im glad it was there. but i want my ice cream. busy busy, very very says:&lt;br /&gt;like cushiony kusi&lt;br /&gt;[[Danetta]] I want the birthday without the OBS. now im glad it was there. but i want my ice cream. busy busy, very very says:&lt;br /&gt;hi &lt;br /&gt;The pros and cons of breathing. says:&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;The pros and cons of breathing. says:&lt;br /&gt;she's gotten fatter and squishier haha&lt;br /&gt;[[Danetta]] I want the birthday without the OBS. now im glad it was there. but i want my ice cream. busy busy, very very says:&lt;br /&gt;like a cushion!&lt;br /&gt;[[Danetta]] I want the birthday without the OBS. now im glad it was there. but i want my ice cream. busy busy, very very says:&lt;br /&gt;i wanna cook her she's so cute!&lt;br /&gt;[[Danetta]] I want the birthday without the OBS. now im glad it was there. but i want my ice cream. busy busy, very very says:&lt;br /&gt;hahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;[[Danetta]] I want the birthday without the OBS. now im glad it was there. but i want my ice cream. busy busy, very very says:&lt;br /&gt;lol&lt;br /&gt;The pros and cons of breathing. says:&lt;br /&gt;YOU CAT CANNIBAL!&lt;br /&gt;The pros and cons of breathing. says:&lt;br /&gt;cruel cat cannibal&lt;br /&gt;[[Danetta]] I want the birthday without the OBS. now im glad it was there. but i want my ice cream. busy busy, very very says:&lt;br /&gt;i will have to stay a mile away&lt;br /&gt;The pros and cons of breathing. says:&lt;br /&gt;hee. hee. heeheehee.&lt;br /&gt;The pros and cons of breathing. says:&lt;br /&gt;CAT MEAT AIN'T NICE ANYWAY&lt;br /&gt;[[Danetta]] I want the birthday without the OBS. now im glad it was there. but i want my ice cream. busy busy, very very says:&lt;br /&gt;cruel cat cannibal cooks clever cat cushiony Kushi&lt;br /&gt;[[Danetta]] I want the birthday without the OBS. now im glad it was there. but i want my ice cream. busy busy, very very says:&lt;br /&gt;headlines&lt;br /&gt;The pros and cons of breathing. says:&lt;br /&gt;but then again i wouldn't know haha&lt;br /&gt;The pros and cons of breathing. says:&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAH&lt;br /&gt;The pros and cons of breathing. says:&lt;br /&gt;the washington window wipers out of job as job invents automatic window wipers!&lt;br /&gt;The pros and cons of breathing. says:&lt;br /&gt;*as state&lt;br /&gt;[[Danetta]] I want the birthday without the OBS. now im glad it was there. but i want my ice cream. busy busy, very very says:&lt;br /&gt;lol&lt;br /&gt;[[Danetta]] I want the birthday without the OBS. now im glad it was there. but i want my ice cream. busy busy, very very says:&lt;br /&gt;washington window wipers then turn to washing wakeboards at wakes&lt;br /&gt;[[Danetta]] I want the birthday without the OBS. now im glad it was there. but i want my ice cream. busy busy, very very says:&lt;br /&gt;for wakeboarders&lt;br /&gt;The pros and cons of breathing. says:&lt;br /&gt;omg thank god finally done with the 40plus emails.&lt;br /&gt;The pros and cons of breathing. says:&lt;br /&gt;HAHA RIGHT.&lt;br /&gt;[[Danetta]] I want the birthday without the OBS. now im glad it was there. but i want my ice cream. busy busy, very very says:&lt;br /&gt;washington window wipers then wake up to wash wakeboards at wakeboarders' wakes&lt;br /&gt;[[Danetta]] I want the birthday without the OBS. now im glad it was there. but i want my ice cream. busy busy, very very says:&lt;br /&gt;yeah man&lt;br /&gt;The pros and cons of breathing. says:&lt;br /&gt;EEE DOWAN&lt;br /&gt;[[Danetta]] I want the birthday without the OBS. now im glad it was there. but i want my ice cream. busy busy, very very says:&lt;br /&gt;DOUGHWAN&lt;br /&gt;The pros and cons of breathing. says:&lt;br /&gt;cooks cook for corpses at calligraphy courses&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10406816-2045982255312064995?l=my-unknown-destiny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-unknown-destiny.blogspot.com/feeds/2045982255312064995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10406816&amp;postID=2045982255312064995' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10406816/posts/default/2045982255312064995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10406816/posts/default/2045982255312064995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-unknown-destiny.blogspot.com/2008/01/funniest-convo-ever-pros-and-cons-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Danetta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17842517314412205387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-10406816.post-2796864979978852602</id><published>2008-01-22T21:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-22T21:45:14.520+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>When you're hungry, you know who to call (HAIRI COOKS!)&lt;br /&gt;From their kitchen, they can hear it growl (HAIRI COOKS!)&lt;br /&gt;When there's can food on the menu&lt;br /&gt;You can rest knowing they will taste good&lt;br /&gt;'Cause when the world needs cookies on patrol&lt;br /&gt;HAIRI COOKS, GO!&lt;br /&gt;HAIRI COOKS, GO!&lt;br /&gt;One, two, three, four, GO!&lt;br /&gt;HAIRI COOKS!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10406816-2796864979978852602?l=my-unknown-destiny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-unknown-destiny.blogspot.com/feeds/2796864979978852602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10406816&amp;postID=2796864979978852602' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10406816/posts/default/2796864979978852602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10406816/posts/default/2796864979978852602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-unknown-destiny.blogspot.com/2008/01/when-youre-hungry-you-know-who-to-call.html' title=''/><author><name>Danetta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17842517314412205387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-10406816.post-2601524734368343402</id><published>2008-01-22T17:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-22T18:21:48.454+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hahahahah. An interesting day it is. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today during recess, first there was a constipated bird shit. Amanda, and I were sitting around it. And soon a fly comes to fly around the flying bird's shit. So Amanda warns me when it comes to me. I'm really annoyed, so without looking I smack at it real hard with the back of my left hand. WOW THE FLY's REALLY BIG and it HURTS! Guess what it was. I hit a Sec 2's butt! hahahahahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO PAIN. HAHA. She was bewildered. and so was I. Amanda and I started laughing like mad. DAMN FUNNY LAH. I'm not the kind of person who does things like that! I still think its people like Amanda who do that! or Berenice. Or Yu Tan x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today I applied for IC. :) the wait was quite short, only about 20 minutes. then the auntie was so funny. she asked me to check this senior citizen's queue number, see if its C or B, cause she says sometimes the senior citizens wait around for nothing. So I go over, its C077. man my memory's good. thats a nice number :) so she says oh he's going for interview. ( I wonder what interviewing SCs are for) and she goes on to tell me that sometimes SCs just sit there waiting, and even when the place closes they still sit there. (Jiya says waiting around for nothing sounds like cheekopeh.) haha. Then she makes me go see what the number is at for the interview room. what a nice IC auntie. I got two rotten thumbs. lol. black. yay I that signature is not fixed, so I still figure out a nice signature.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got my specs repaired :) no more no screw. and the nose piece is not mouldy anymore. its new :) and wow the specs dude remembered me, though the last time I went there it was.. in sec 1 when I got my specs. my family must be giving him good business lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and I will continue DAY THREE. After our 2min planning and 1h making is up, we're not done, but da gama is, so they give it a kick test and all that. haha and now we know the trick. its all for show! thats why all the pipes and barrels are so clean, says irina. They wouldn't let us go rafting! They were already sure we would trek! So we have our lunch. and we dont wanna carry so much and also cause we're really nice, so we give Hairi a special gift. a special early chinese new year gift. comprising of 3 buns, a lucky number. and 16 apollo biscuits (which actually were too nice to give away) one from each of us, 2 apples cause we didnt have oranges, and I cant remember if there's anything else. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we wrote your heart will go on if you eat this. haha. and something else. then I lost my bottle cause Gladys took it, cause Berenice took hers? I think. and Berenice left hers back at lunch. Changed to trek clothes. and go for briefing. and a geog lesson on maps. haha then when Hairi went away Shi Jin and Hannah slept cause they didnt have enough sleep cause their tent collapsed. haha then when he came back and stood over her, we told her to wake up and she was like aiya very tired then she opened her eyes and was like oops. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ugh the moment i picked up the backpack it hurt. and swayey. going down steps was quite dangerous. too bad we didnt have a camera to take picture of our starting point. and i learnt yet another thing from berenice and glad, clip your bottle to the front. and we measure how many steps 100m is for i dunno what reason. and the jerry cans are put on a boat while we wait in the heat with our bags killing us. I made an attempt at seeing where we were. decided im not safe to trust. a little after we started the real trek at the fork, it was upslope! oh and at the other path we saw damage caused by wild boars. walk walk walk. tired. SING! happy. more energy. walk faster. walk walk walk. have to slow down. soon we come to a gate that is padlocked. HAIRI! everyone shouts. he says we have to sing my heart will go on then it will open. hahaha and Pei Xin sang the part YOU OPEN THE DOOR. hahaha. so PUNNY. but the door didnt open. and my room door opens and my mom tells me not to play. aw. TO BE CONTINUED AGAIN&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10406816-2601524734368343402?l=my-unknown-destiny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-unknown-destiny.blogspot.com/feeds/2601524734368343402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10406816&amp;postID=2601524734368343402' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10406816/posts/default/2601524734368343402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10406816/posts/default/2601524734368343402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-unknown-destiny.blogspot.com/2008/01/hahahahah.html' title=''/><author><name>Danetta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17842517314412205387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-10406816.post-6013873802135417077</id><published>2008-01-21T20:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-21T21:12:00.184+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ANNND. yet another post for this hour. thank you all who wished me Happy birthday:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sec 3 trackers, thanks for that wonderful and CRAZY surprise! Danautalie never suspected one bit! and thanks for that wonderful cookies and cream cake that could have made me fat but was DELICIOUS, so delicious you took pictures of us licking our plates. haha. and Arcading! that was wonderful, especially the basketball. WOW JIYA AND LEIA YOU BROKE THE RECORD and the people next to you's record! &lt;br /&gt;du xuan, well it's okay you couldn't go for obs. one day we can go on a longer course, even though yeah I know it wont be the same. thanks for the cute and random present that lights up when my handphone sends or receives a message! (it also lights up when i twack it)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jia yun, OMG OMGOMG YOU REALLY GOT THAT?! Thanks! if anyone wants to know what THAT is, you can approach me personally x) Thanks for the letter! I will write back! give me time. this post is taking very long. hahaha and tomorrow's your turn!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;irina, thanks for the cute cute whale windchime! hahaha I still think its funny you thought it was a pig cause the box was a pig&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rui xin, thanks for wishing me fun for obs! it was fun indeed, i wish you had fun on yours just like we did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mariel, thanks for remembering me! yeah I miss you too girl! glad we did some catching up after that. still wish you could go back on holidays&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shanice, though you forgot to sms me and decided to superwall me instead! haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;er. wei hong, haha that was so funny. he smsed on the 10th and said happy belated. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;307 x 2 - thanks for the bus song! though you didnt sing my way. haha. and the second time, on Hairi's command, thanks again! I wish I got a free ice cream from OBS though. Gladys says birthday girls get one. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kai ying, thanks for that awesome awesome present, a massager! it was so shu fu to use! during CLE hahaha. and its so CUTE! Sherlyn thinks it looks like me. O_o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jia He, wow thanks for remembering my birthday! So sorry you couldn't go though you are medically fit by right! but thanks for wishing me fun anyway, I hope you'll be able to live obs through all of our eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Steph, wow thanks! Thanks for the good wishes! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Melissa, thanks for the really cool stick on jewellery! yes I owe you two presents, dont worry I will remember your birthday this year and will get you those magnet earrings :) if i can find them! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Farrises, you wont read this either, but thanks so much for being so welcoming to us all the time, thanks for all the wonderful times we've all had together, through all the different houses, lol. Thanks for that creamy slice of cake and the time spent together on the 12th to eat ice cream! And though Austin thinks everything thats not a hit is trash, I still like my music no matter what he says.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MUMMY :D:D thank you so much for all you've gone through for me, even though you'll never read this cause you're not tech-savvy, but this is mainly for me to read. thanks so much for the nine west bag, you really didnt have to! you've given me so much already and the least I can do is save you money :) but since you've gotten it and I love it so much, thank you thank you thank you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahaha and last of all, thank you malaysia and singapore phone companies for making me laugh when I entered singapore from pulau ubin and you both sent me phone roaming stuff.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10406816-6013873802135417077?l=my-unknown-destiny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-unknown-destiny.blogspot.com/feeds/6013873802135417077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10406816&amp;postID=6013873802135417077' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10406816/posts/default/6013873802135417077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10406816/posts/default/6013873802135417077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-unknown-destiny.blogspot.com/2008/01/annnd.html' title=''/><author><name>Danetta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17842517314412205387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-10406816.post-1230204985042119965</id><published>2008-01-21T20:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-21T20:49:24.981+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>oh yes, one more thing. YAY this year again I have two overlapping roles but both are slack. 20507- PE rep &amp; Philo rep. 30708- Welfare comm &amp; House rep :) and like last year, I was nominated for class comm. SO RANDOM! I'm OBVIOUSLY NOT A LEADER! hahahaha. and I think, again it made me turn red. haha. At least I had my monkey (from Kai Ying, Thanks!) to keep me company hahaha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10406816-1230204985042119965?l=my-unknown-destiny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-unknown-destiny.blogspot.com/feeds/1230204985042119965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10406816&amp;postID=1230204985042119965' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10406816/posts/default/1230204985042119965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10406816/posts/default/1230204985042119965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-unknown-destiny.blogspot.com/2008/01/oh-yes-one-more-thing.html' title=''/><author><name>Danetta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17842517314412205387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-10406816.post-2353204859531173522</id><published>2008-01-21T20:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-21T20:39:38.788+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>oh yes. i forgot to mention something of utmost importance. hannah and shi jin were trying to be nerdy after dinner on the first night. high pants, tucked in shirt? you gotta do better than that. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay. so THIRD DAY RIGHT? I wont do the whole day. no time. got lots of homework.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RIGHT.&lt;br /&gt;um. letsee. i must consult my doodle.&lt;br /&gt;oh yes. so somehow rachel woke up at 4.30, and she spoke to Glad or something? and I woke slightly and they said something like might as well get up so we all got up :) early birds get the worm! or wait for it &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so we keep the disgusting tent. the sand on it makes it painful to stuff it into the bag, and the water makes it fatter and heavier. but we finish before anyone's up anyway, and go brush teeth and wash face and what not. changed to wet attire. so excited about kayaking again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we go back to make sure they're all up at around 5? lalala. Good they all are. but Hannah's tent not packed yet though. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway we kind of had to wait for them but its alright, their tent collapsed, so not their fault. then we went to have bee hoon, which with ketchup-ketchum-all was quite nice. and the milo. I was kinda wary of it cause Rui Xin told me of the dead lizard in hers. but it was hot and nice. so, I didnt try to be pessimistic. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we kept the harness and helmets, and huffing (exaggeration) followed hairi to the high-up dorms which were highly pretty and non-hagardly clean. so hunfair, the toilets are probably hirt-free. hur hur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we went for our activity! We're all thinking, YAY kayaking! then we had to bring stuff out of the store and realised that we had to make a raft. oh yay! the raft which made thashi's ankle sprain. oh well. oh yay! should be fun. I got my already wet shoes wetter by stepping in puddles even though i didnt have to. we had 8 pipes and 4 barrels. fun to roll the barrels. not fun to write when you got homework waiting so i will stop for now. haha. nice spot to stop. spot to stop. stop to spot. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10406816-2353204859531173522?l=my-unknown-destiny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-unknown-destiny.blogspot.com/feeds/2353204859531173522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10406816&amp;postID=2353204859531173522' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10406816/posts/default/2353204859531173522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10406816/posts/default/2353204859531173522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-unknown-destiny.blogspot.com/2008/01/oh-yes.html' title=''/><author><name>Danetta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17842517314412205387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-10406816.post-8205152965040863677</id><published>2008-01-20T10:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-22T18:15:11.997+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Dont worry, I'll post my post obs reflections and stuff at the last part. I MUST MUST MUST write down everything before I let myself forget this memorable time. This time of learning, enduring, bonding and everything else you can learn outside the classroom. I think, I think I have officially outgrown my longterm shyness to new people. It only took me a few hours to open up to Hairi, just like the rest of Cook. yay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 2:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right so we made them wait. then we had Physical Training. which wasn't really much. it was probably a 4 minute run from the jetty and back, then we gathered in a circle around the 'H' which stands for helicopter. (which we already knew im sure) we did stretches and crunches and dorsals and calf raisers. at the end of it Hairi asked us whether we knew what H stood for. we all (or maybe not all) said helicopter and he went yes, but it also stands for something else. I was slow then. I thought, um... stands for 'Him'? then it was i think few hours later or maybe few days later! that i realised he meant it stands for Hairi. HAHAHAH. this is when you go ERRRR! DANETTA YOU'RE DAMN SLOW! so then.. SHOOOOT I'M forgetting already! ok. i think we went to chuck (understatement) our backpacks into the speedboat. (it was actually more like lugging)Then we went to learn the body parts of the grandmother boat, and carried the kayaks to the sandbank. that was terrible! 4 people carrying but still backbreaking. my back more tired than my arms. then we learnt to paddle! my wrists hurt. I must've been doing wrongly. then we tested our lifejackets. it was worse than p-5 camp! cause my shoes were wrecked so they flapped everytime i took a step, and especially when we lifted our feet to test. All that standing around watching demonstrations of capsizing caused me to have redness on the arms I thought, oh no I'm getting sunburnt. but the rudder demo was really cool. Tracy and Hairi were heading to the rock wall then Tracy swerved. So cool we all clapped. haha. We can ALL do that now! yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So then Rachel Lulu and I partnered. and Gladys and Berenice partnered, and Zhen Ling and Leia partnered. So Gladys and Berenice said they would go last so they wont have to wait to kayak (turns out not to be true though, still had to watch rescue demo) but they ended up going first i think! hahaha. so you're supposed to rock once, twice and poof right? they went, hahaha, they went, rock rock rock stop. try again. rock rock rock rock poof. too light already! ahahah. then second last or third last was rachel and I. rocking was really easy. rock rock, poof, but we both fell out before we were totally upside down! haha. its like instinct luh. argh my eyes! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway then was rescuing. we all paddled out, but we didnt know we weren't supposed to yet, so we went, then we were called back, then when we swept around in one big loop, the okay was given and we had to sweep back out to go out again lol. what a waste of energy. then we all tried to head towards hairi but ended up missing by a mile and sweeping around to try again and missing by another mile. then we decided to practice rescuing with zl and leia. so then tracy asked us to go to the other side of the jetty. that was when we just parted to separate. then we're like oh no, haven't given our stuff! so we row back, give specs. part. "Eh Danetta you dont have bottle ah?" OOPS! row back. give bottle. row again. I like the Koala best. its the hugging of the hull to get the water out. then later we had lots of fun rafting up with ZL and Leia, and we learnt the art of moving forward and backward without the use of paddles but with pulling another boat. so we pull their whats-it-called combline? backward, bringing ourselves forward, then pull them back alongside, and on and on. its really effective. haha. then we tried to race. but we had problems getting side by side without rafting up. then when we managed to get side by side, the end point is closer to one of us. so then we're turning round and round, till we decide to race to Tracy's boat. then she starts away. and Rachel and I are going in the wrong direction. so we lose. hahaha. yes im luo suo now bear with me. this is for me to read when I'm 84. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paddle here and there. rescue berenice and gladys (oh yeah Happy Birthday Gladys!) that was the easiest rescue ever!!! so fast. then row row row your boat. dayong sampan, all the way to where we see everyone rafting up. then we parallel parked expertly, 3 boats parallel parking at the same time. what a sight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So. We tried then to stand up on our kayaks. alternating, the back row stood up. me included. then when the other half of the back row stood up already, and the front row was going to, a wave came. eeeek! and everyones grabbing. then another and eeek! everyone's sitting down. or squatting. a while later, one boat is capsized. the rescuing one next to it then capsizes also. and we break apart and go on our way :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then the journey to camp one. Me and Rachel in the lead! with Peixin and eh-I-forgot-who neck to neck later on. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not-interesting-part&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;two by two made our way to the beach of camp 1, avoiding the jetty on the right and the rocks on the left. then after we all kept the boats and stuff, we went to the outside-toilet-area. wash feet and shoes. go toilet. found this nice strong blowing machine, which blew the water coming out of my feet backwards. so fun! then lunch. i love the peanut butter biscuits! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then! the vertical log climb! we cant rock climb outside so we log climb! or, we log climb cause we cant rock crimb! haha. so sad couldn't do the massive tire-net-and-ladders structure. so rachel and hannah went first. it looks so hard! I'm belaying. its basically logs held together by a metal cord and both ends, and it can swing. and the distance between logs gets larger. they made it to the top! next was gladys and berenice. we were all wondering, if rachel and hannah, both so tall, had such a hard time, what about berenice and gladys? then we thought, but they're both rhythmic gymers, or ex ones, so should be really flex. it was so cool! they were agile like monkeys, while I was chicken. but BERENICE is born in the year of chicken, and I'M monkey! so it was really cool when Gladys and Berenice helped each other, really amazing. Gladys gave Berenice a foot hold with her foot resting on her calf, creating a triangle. Berenice said later it was really firm. Then also I cant remember who held the top log such that a lower hand-hold was created, so the other person could reach it. it was really amazing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and from columbus, daphne and zhen zhen were amazing too, as their logs were widely spaced right from the bottom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes and when Hannah went, Amanda didnt lock the karabina. and when Amanda went, Hannah didnt lock the Karabina! hahaha. they're both dangerous and they both broke Hairi's heart. aww. haha. Mine wasn't as severe. I just forgot to double back the strap when belaying Rachel and Hairi when checking went, hnngh! you know the fake gasp sound? yeah. and I went hnngh! double back the strap. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went with Gatot. first reaction both of us had was, the rope stinks! then when we started, the first two logs were chicken. then the third log required the stick your leg up action. and so does the fourth. so Im standing on the fourth, and shout down, Can we come down now? Fourth already. (there are seven) They're like, no! go on! so I'm like haaah... so gatot and I go on. I put my leg up. OWW cramp in the butt! put leg down. try again. this time still cramp. try yet again. made it this time. so I'm standing on the fifth, and shout Okay can we come down now? They're like no no just one more! stand on the sixth one! I'm like, NO DEAL! and Gatot's like, if we go to the sixth, they'll make us stand on the seventh! I go, ya lor. But with much persuasion, I say, you go first. if you go I'll go. arrrgh butt cramp. made it. then they asked us to sit on the seventh. i'm like, you're right, cheryl. haha. So I wait for her to go again. Then I only go on because she gives me motivation by going up. okay this ones really hard. I try to lift, there's not much grip. then I push up, grip with right leg, but left leg is dangling. then I do more or less the same action I do all the time, just less steady. but this time I cant sit nicely. Im stuck in that position. oh yes and by this time the logs above weren't reacheable. so i often used the rope. so now time for falling. At the bottom, Hairi uses his fake high-pitched voice and goes, yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another memorable climb was when this chinese scholar was climbing. I cant remember her name. Xue ke or something. So why was it funny. They went up to about third one, then had trouble. so we cheered them on right? and Rachel's gone high. She's doing all sorts of lame things with Chinese! I can't remember any right now but everytime she says something we're all, OH MY GAWD RACHEL! THAT IS RETARDEDLY LAME! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that was a long day. Not ended yet though! We went to eat. at the cafeteria. it was rice, cabbage, a soup and some chicken. well it wasn't totatlly good but it was my only meal with VEGGIEs! then many people threw half their meal away cause flies got in. then I stepped on this huge fly and it stuck to my shoe until i did something like scraping. then it struggled on the floor, and Constance squeezed detergent all over it! then i dripped water on it. so its struggling, slippery so it cant get up, and its wings are wet, and its kinda crushed cause of me, then it, being so smart, flips itself over and is in a worse position than before. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later, bere glad and I went to the pool toilet, and on going in, there's this wastepaper basket with a huge weird insect on it, and I went in after them, going OMG WHAT IS THAT! and bere was like yeah yeah yeah that was our reaction too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later we chose to bathe first then pitch tent, cause we had no idea pitching tent late will result in a horrible camp site. so in the end we didnt get a proper bath (because of limited time and long queues), and we got a horrible camp site. but actually we could've gotten a better one if we hadn't had a pool deck talk. but that was fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so couldn't bathe though we were at camp 1 right? sucks. we washed our hair in the sink or at the foot wash, and brushed teeth and washed face there. we also washed our legs and wiped upper body so kinda clean i guess. then pool deck talk! super funny. &lt;br /&gt;this is a ding and this is a dong. when the ding and dong clashed at the centre of the circle, it was really funny, with amanda and hannah going, whats this? flip head, whats this? flip head this is a ding, flip, this is a dong. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and what was the moral of the game? ask if you're not sure. LOL. yay. then we had a little get to know you. well i cant remember what peixin said! then I said yesterday was my birthday and Hairi said why didn't you tell me? And we all went cause yesterday we didnt know you yet. so then he makes us sing again. then after me everyone starts saying cool stuff about their birthday. like is it berenice? cant remember who. she said she's got the same birthday as. saddam hussein. i think it was berenice. then gladys says here birthdays on sunday aka today. then rachel says she's got the same birthday as maozedong. is it rachel? ACK MY MEMORY IS FAILING. then the fun part! we ask Hairi questions. we asked him why he joined OBS. I think he said something like after NS nothing to do or something, so then we all know he's not old, so we want to ask how old he is but the question on girlfriend came out first XD rachel said, tell us about your girlfriend! and he goes I got 4 girlfriends. and he says it so seriously lol. he said something about settling down. so we finally ask how old he is. we guess.. first guess melinda says 20. he heard 23. says i wish. then 26. i w.. no i dont wish. 24. 24 half 'okay lah 24' ok. then I ask why do you keep long hair? wah chim chim answer. represents determination and perseverance blah blah it looks different and he thinks it fits him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then pitch tent. OH NO! we walk out into the dark. its all muddy, sandy, rocky and puddly. its pitch dark and we have to set up our tent. then we realise that one pole is missing for our tent, and so our tent is sagging. then we also realise that the ground is too hard to peg down our tent! oh horrors of horrors. we were thinking, I'd so much rather sleep in the MPH (where we climbed) we were anchoring the pegs in the coconuts when Hairi found some logs so we used those. someone mentioned coconuts attracts wild boars and we're all oh no. well we managed to pitch our tent, but not the fly sheet, so we were hoping and praying it wouldn't rain. then we slept. I slept with two twigs under my butt which hurt a lot. then I dreamt. I dreamt that someone asked us to carry something so I picked my bottle up from my feet and waited. nothing, and i was tired, so I put it next to me. then I dreamt that we flipped around, so instead of rachel on my left and berenice on my right, it was berenice on my left and rachel on my right. then I woke up, asked where my torch was cause I remembered we were supposed to go somewhere, couldn't find it, realised that we flipped back, and went back to sleep. so then I realised the flipping was a dream cause you dont flip back. it didnt seem like a dream at all cause seldom do you dream about the place you're in so you cant tell that you're not in the dream when you wake up. and it was dark, just like dreams. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so. thats the end of day 2. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TO BE CONTINUED FURTHER. 5 days probably takes 15 hours to write.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10406816-8205152965040863677?l=my-unknown-destiny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-unknown-destiny.blogspot.com/feeds/8205152965040863677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10406816&amp;postID=8205152965040863677' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10406816/posts/default/8205152965040863677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10406816/posts/default/8205152965040863677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-unknown-destiny.blogspot.com/2008/01/dont-worry-ill-post-my-post-obs.html' title=''/><author><name>Danetta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17842517314412205387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-10406816.post-5785163648110078959</id><published>2008-01-18T17:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-18T18:44:29.078+08:00</updated><title type='text'>OBS</title><content type='html'>A lot of fretting, worrying, packing and not wanting to go covered my week before OBS. Then came the heavy bag carrying from home all the way to school. My bag may look small but it packs some heavy punches! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the bus, the bus driver was really strict and didnt let me pay 55 cents, so I paid 1.30 &gt;:( and luckily there was a seat at the back, so my bad back wouldn't break from carrying my bag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School stuff is boring so I'll just touch a bit! Turns out camp 1 is classes 1-5? or 4, then 9. and its residential. And we're mobile. okay so I knew that already. cause IZ blindfolded me with her hands then Christine and her wished me happy birthday. OH YEAH. Did I mention it was my birthday? NO I DIDNT! My birthday was made kind of insignificant compared to the first day of obs. I kind of forgot about it after the first day. but on that day itself I was excited. by the time i was 15 I would be in Pulau Ubin! oh so then Iz whispered and told me Christine's is a resort. So I'm like Ohh noo.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we finally get on the bus as 307. eat on bus, pass bishan, pass amk, reach punggol. take jetty. noisy jetty. apply sun block on jetty. see camp 1 pass by. aka the residential. thought going to reach. but then we arrived at camp 2. getting out, onto the jetty, I almost stepped beyond the yellow line and into the water! (even after someone told us not to fall in or we'll have to live on one set of clothes) luckily rachel warned me and I hadn't leaned back. ok then, we were told to follow the tar road. although I heard car. so I thought we could turn left or right. but actually just turn right only. so we walked and walked and walked and i needed to go toilet. then we saw the whole bunch of people sitting down lined up. so we also sat down. then we went to the toilet, which, was surprisingly clean! very clean. then apply repellant blah blah blah. and Kai Ying and Jia Yun wished me! yay. then I turned 15 at 9.40 :D:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So. we split into our groups. yay I'm in COOK! all 307. YAY COOK. COOK! COOOK! *high pitched* COOK! yay cook's the best watch. cause its the only one thats a pun, and is one syllabalic! so very fun to say. COOK! cookies! then we moved to sit in the multi-purpose hall (MPH) with our yet to be known first aid kits. it was hot. i was sleepy also. cause day before slept late. then FINALLY we started. something about what represents obs. pencil, something and something and something. haha. cant remember. then we got our instructors! but before they could come out we had to cheer very loudly. then each group got called out but quite non-enthu. then when the instructor is introduced, usually the cheers are even softer lol. we were quite enthu actually, pei xin, rachel and I lol. then I heard that our instructor is Harry. then the presenter said we must cheer or he wont come out. then the weirdest thing happened. two instructors waved instead of zero so we're like confused as to who. i thought it was the chinese guy with the specs. so i think we didnt cheer at all. too confused. so i say to rachel, eh so who's our instructor ah? dunno.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yay finally we got to meet our instructors. we're like ohhh. then we're like, damn he looks so serious. and so quiet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so our group seems quiet and unenthu too. we sit in a circle. he goes, do you know what my name is? then we're all like... harry? then he says, no i know im hairy (referring to his long hair) but something something. then so cool his shirt had his name so he showed us his shirt. Hairi lah. but then the thing is hairi can be pronounced hairy. haha. so, he says if we cant pronounce hai-ri, call him harry, but if really cannot then call him girly-man. HAHA! that part was funny. we were all so quiet. and we thought oh no we got a very quiet and shy instructor. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;took photos, played games, then did some stuff in the store. we soon find out that Hairi is really really lame! hahahaha. i cant remember exactly what he said so many times but its really hilarious. well there was a lot of waiting around and stuff so quite boring. then belaying stuff. started raining, so by the time we finished belaying indoors, its sunset. so we decide half to bathe and half cook. haha COOK! so then i decided to cook, which was basically watching the rice cook. ended up bathing late with a long queue and overshooting the time Hairi gave us. so then, we end up eating in the Dark. wow what a weird day. we ate a torchlight dinner. lol. and I forgot to bring utensils.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay. still not so bad. but THEN. then its night and my hair hasn't dried. then we have to pitch our tents in the dark. so we walk to the site in slippers. oops! there was actually a shorter way where less mud was involved! but we didnt know, we just followed hairi. so my slipper got stuck in the mud cause of suction, the when i wore it back and picked it up again, it was still stuck so i landed my foot in the mud (ew) and from then on i had muddy slippers. when we got to the spot, we (berenice gladys and I) heard the rest of the group coming (how do we know? from the ews and squeals we heard):P so learn to pitch tent, blah blah blah. i like my headlamp. so then after that i think there was a fire drill, yeah. oh yeah our bottles were quite disgusting, except i think mine was quite alright. and i decided to use a wet life jacket (on hairi's suggestion to all of us) as a pillow. (it's not the best thing on earth) then, we discussed the packing list. hahaha by now we've warmed up to Hairi, and when he tells us we have to wake up at 5.55 we're like, how to have alarm? we dont have handphones. maybe you can lend us (meaning our own) then he's like, cannot! then my girlfriend how? hahahah. so then he says he'll give us some magic later. turns out its an alarm clock. oh, what magic! then i go brush teeth in the disgusting toilet cause the other ones to far. so there are actually.. 4 toilets. 3 are disgusting, including one with urinals, and the last one is always crowded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay. sleep. argh. uncomfortable. wake at 3.30 because of Fu Yuan &gt;:( and someone else talking. we told them (surprisingly our whole tent is light sleepers, so we all woke up) to keep quiet and shut up. then we said thank you. but then the continued after a while, irritating us. had to wake up at 5. in the end at 5.55 we didnt meet Hairi and Tracy, which made them quite pissed (I think) at the two sister watches, columbus and cook (mostly 307 with few exceptions)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TO BE CONTINUED!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10406816-5785163648110078959?l=my-unknown-destiny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-unknown-destiny.blogspot.com/feeds/5785163648110078959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10406816&amp;postID=5785163648110078959' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10406816/posts/default/5785163648110078959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10406816/posts/default/5785163648110078959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-unknown-destiny.blogspot.com/2008/01/obs.html' title='OBS'/><author><name>Danetta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17842517314412205387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-10406816.post-479180298295478847</id><published>2008-01-13T18:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-13T18:17:19.062+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>okay so tomorrow im going to be 15 at 9.40 on pulau ubin or school right? So I edited the birthday song. It goes like this, (who cares if its lame, it rhymes)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happy birthday to me, &lt;br /&gt;you are stuck on ubin,&lt;br /&gt;with the mud pies&lt;br /&gt;and sand flies,&lt;br /&gt;happy birthday to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yay.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10406816-479180298295478847?l=my-unknown-destiny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-unknown-destiny.blogspot.com/feeds/479180298295478847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10406816&amp;postID=479180298295478847' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10406816/posts/default/479180298295478847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10406816/posts/default/479180298295478847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-unknown-destiny.blogspot.com/2008/01/okay-so-tomorrow-im-going-to-be-15-at-9.html' title=''/><author><name>Danetta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17842517314412205387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-10406816.post-2302699909861517231</id><published>2008-01-06T10:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-06T11:02:08.670+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>wow. the Farris' houses always never fail to impress and be better than anyone elses! &lt;br /&gt;So huge. So pretty. and at a cheaper price. AND Austin still says its considered small for them! O_O so good lah. and he asks, " How do you move around in your tiny house? "&lt;br /&gt;Lol its no problem for me but yeah of course its tiny! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wow their food is YUM.&lt;br /&gt;Fantastic humour that I wish I had. &lt;br /&gt;Fantastic imitations that I wish I could do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol pictionary was a blast. &lt;br /&gt;The other team was always number 1 so they kept rolling 1s!! LOL&lt;br /&gt;and Yi-Shan beat all the old people like me on our team. Proded. She guessed once and got it right for one of the things. and then she rolled six right after!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10406816-2302699909861517231?l=my-unknown-destiny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-unknown-destiny.blogspot.com/feeds/2302699909861517231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10406816&amp;postID=2302699909861517231' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10406816/posts/default/2302699909861517231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10406816/posts/default/2302699909861517231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-unknown-destiny.blogspot.com/2008/01/wow.html' title=''/><author><name>Danetta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17842517314412205387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-10406816.post-4254374390142013382</id><published>2008-01-02T20:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-02T21:30:26.164+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ok for the sake of my good friends, i shall write about the best parts of HK. &lt;br /&gt;1. the heated pool in Macau's Venetian. you dunk your head in the water. the BEST FEELING EVER! its probably how babies feel in the womb? haha. at the edges of the pool there's hot water spewing out. lovely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. mine train. this fab ride brings out the adrenaline in you! you expect it to come down when it goes all the way up, but you're still not ready for the sudden swooping down!!! i was too scared to raise my hands xD we were sitting at the front of the train! whoo! i think those might have been real screams. but i was not scared enough to shut my mouth. so it wasn't too scary. normally if its really really scary i cant open my mouth. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. dragon ride. not bad too, but i think the 180 degrees were more scary than the 360s! eep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Singing after dinner on the 30th was greaT! talk about spirit. I wish I had the camera with me at can you feel the love tonight. I could feel it! it's really cool to have doctors all around. cooler if they're all adventists! career guidance by christine (?) was funny &gt;D and cool and interesting.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10406816-4254374390142013382?l=my-unknown-destiny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-unknown-destiny.blogspot.com/feeds/4254374390142013382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10406816&amp;postID=4254374390142013382' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10406816/posts/default/4254374390142013382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10406816/posts/default/4254374390142013382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-unknown-destiny.blogspot.com/2008/01/ok-for-sake-of-my-good-friends-i-shall.html' title=''/><author><name>Danetta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17842517314412205387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-10406816.post-1551743798724960839</id><published>2007-12-31T22:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-31T23:09:51.153+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>okay. I know many people come back and say, YAY I'm BACK! but somehow, I feel like I should be back THERE. im like, oh no, going back to singapore. the hot, humid, rainy, schoolly, take public transport everywhere and sweat place. Everything was so rushed cause of the short 7-becomes-5 days. Main reasons for rush: 1. Lack of communication = unable to find cousin's family. 2. CROWDED like HELL! AUGH. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the first time of cannot-findness was in the Venetian. thousands of people, tens of similar looking places, and 4 people trying to find 3 people. mom couldn call me, couldn call my brother, so we didnt know if our aunty could call any of us. so we wandered around from 7.05, the time we left a note at their room, to 9 +++. incidentally the moment we came down from their room security was placed at the lifts so we couldnt go up anymore. and they went back to their rooms like... half an hour after we left. TURNS OUT! they ate at the SAME PLACE, the food whatever its called, as us! its quite a small place, but many people. FATBURGERS! and we were looking everywhere! thank goodness a borrowed hp led to my hp ringing. &lt;br /&gt;nice gym they have.&lt;br /&gt;nice heated pool they have.&lt;br /&gt;nice toilets they have.&lt;br /&gt;we took many many many pictures in the toilet.&lt;br /&gt;nice trampoline of a bed they have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guess what. im too lazy to tell you of my WONDERFUL time, so thats that. one thing will sum the holiday up, i didnt expect to love hk, but except for the cantonese, it was wonderful and i didnt want to leave. especially when the reason for leaving is cause school starts in about 20 hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well. HAPPY NEW YEAR 1 hour in advance. &lt;br /&gt;noooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo.&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah! at least there's ONE good thing about a new year. birthday in 2 weeks, or 14 days. and. I'm getting my IC soon. hope the picture turns out okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. yesterday it was 15 days to 15. awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and, P.P.S. &lt;br /&gt;it sucks to come back after 2 weeks of no maid, 1 week holiday and come back on the last day of the year at 3.00 pm to find that the maid has ditched us and didnt come back as promised, leaving us with a whole bunch of unexpected housework to do, along with school starting blues that only come to people like me, and missing the holiday season blues. what a WONDERFUL ending to the year. it would really have been, actually. except I had to come back. and except there's so much housework all of a sudden to do. it would have been wonderful. if I were normal. I would be happy to just end with a holiday from christmas to the 31st. but I miss the freezing water already. and someone's english.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10406816-1551743798724960839?l=my-unknown-destiny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-unknown-destiny.blogspot.com/feeds/1551743798724960839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10406816&amp;postID=1551743798724960839' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10406816/posts/default/1551743798724960839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10406816/posts/default/1551743798724960839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-unknown-destiny.blogspot.com/2007/12/okay.html' title=''/><author><name>Danetta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17842517314412205387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-10406816.post-4811974639847947172</id><published>2007-12-22T23:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-22T23:17:00.913+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>make that 12 ppl i know in the class. i didnt see Rachel Lu. cause 'Rachel' was not there. and didnt see melinda. though i dont exactly know her like friend friend. just see see know her? lol. what is that. well i mean like from primary school so blah.&lt;br /&gt;32 ppl in class. how nice. i hope we dont have cliques. GATOOOOOT! :D:D IWWWEEEEEENA! &lt;br /&gt;but i'll miss du xuan but letter wrting is not a problem and jia yun - because even though we didnt talk much second half of the year sms is still frequent. right?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10406816-4811974639847947172?l=my-unknown-destiny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-unknown-destiny.blogspot.com/feeds/4811974639847947172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10406816&amp;postID=4811974639847947172' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10406816/posts/default/4811974639847947172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10406816/posts/default/4811974639847947172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-unknown-destiny.blogspot.com/2007/12/make-that-12-ppl-i-know-in-class.html' title=''/><author><name>Danetta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17842517314412205387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-10406816.post-163135306907908578</id><published>2007-12-22T23:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-22T23:07:26.416+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>EH WHY AM I INDEX NUMBER 10?! 10? 10! 10???!! I've never even been below 15! 10 means, the first ten ppl blah the first ten ppl go first, the first everything? right? 17, 19, 21, 22, 23, all these are safe numbers! but TEN. TEN! TEN?! a perfect but terrifying number. to me. well my only consolation is. my name's the longest in class. again. &lt;br /&gt;yay. i'm not sure if it was this year though. so i rejoice in my only reigning thing.&lt;br /&gt;oh and that I know or am acquainted with 10 ppl in class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well. I hope to work harder next year. christmas resolution... to improve my GPA. it hasn't moved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but now without geog, and entering sec 3, i think i'll be lucky if it even stays there! &lt;br /&gt;i'm promising presents so all of you or two of you who actually read my blog, wait up!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10406816-163135306907908578?l=my-unknown-destiny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-unknown-destiny.blogspot.com/feeds/163135306907908578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10406816&amp;postID=163135306907908578' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10406816/posts/default/163135306907908578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10406816/posts/default/163135306907908578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-unknown-destiny.blogspot.com/2007/12/eh-why-am-i-index-number-10-10-10-10.html' title=''/><author><name>Danetta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17842517314412205387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-10406816.post-6997269581824349040</id><published>2007-12-17T15:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-17T15:46:17.818+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>If you could pick a new name for yourself, what would it be?&lt;br /&gt;Danetta Jorda Rachelle Lee (okay I only edited it)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you were in elementary school, what did you want to be when you grew up?&lt;br /&gt;i dunno&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you disappointed with where you are now in life?&lt;br /&gt;not really&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you more or less lonely than you were 10 years ago? &lt;br /&gt;more lonely :( when you're a kid how do you feel lonely?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you have any recurring dreams? &lt;br /&gt;when I was young&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you like the taste of beer? &lt;br /&gt;never tasted it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sex is…&lt;br /&gt;only for married couples. PLEASE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you have a best friend? &lt;br /&gt;yes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you have a 'friend' whom you don't like very much?&lt;br /&gt;yes i would think everyone does&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you diagram a sentence?&lt;br /&gt;huh? oh maybe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you solve a quadratic equation?&lt;br /&gt;yes, but hate it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you name all seven dwarves?&lt;br /&gt;uh, uh, uh, no, i, guess, not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you perform CPR?&lt;br /&gt;yes! haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you think you could actually DO CPR, if you had to?&lt;br /&gt;no, the person would survive though. i'd be annoying him/her so much she'd wake up and tell me how to do a proper CPR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What would you buy right now with $50 extra dollars?&lt;br /&gt;shoes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What about $5000 extra dollars?&lt;br /&gt;ipod, handphone, laptop, WII, bags, dresses for special occasions eg. proms, all things needed to stay in the USA for a month&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you think that parents matter?&lt;br /&gt;yes duh! how'd we survive without them?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Describe your perfect birthday cake. &lt;br /&gt;CHOCOLATE, CHOCOLATE, CHOCOLATE! sorry jiya, haha! with biscuits on top and sprinkled with hundreds and thousands, and the size of a doll house so i can go inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Write a haiku.&lt;br /&gt;is it 5 5 7 5? i guess so.. here goes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yo, I'm Danetta&lt;br /&gt;My middle name is &lt;br /&gt;Rachelle, dont you get that wrong.&lt;br /&gt;Or I'll kick your ass&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What gives you comfort? &lt;br /&gt;a hug from mommy :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is there anything you dread?&lt;br /&gt;scchoooooooooool and exams!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who makes you laugh the hardest ?&lt;br /&gt;ach'phlegm'ton!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's the best part of your job?&lt;br /&gt;I only have to work 45 mins :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you think happens when you die?&lt;br /&gt;I die and know nothing. But I will wake up when Jesus comes YAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What was the best part about 8th grade? &lt;br /&gt;8th grade was the best part in itself! EVERYTHING WAS GREAT! except exams. and getting overall 5th even though we improved. good thing I'm old enough to answer this question. THE BEST YEAR OF MY LIFE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you like your feet?&lt;br /&gt;yes but I'm flatfooted and larger than the standard shoe size and strange cause my second toe is the longest I forgot what the asics-changed-to-some-strange-brand-guy called it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Liberal or conservative?&lt;br /&gt;Confused. very (the options were liberal conservative or confused)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why? &lt;br /&gt;cause. sometimes Im liberal, sometimes I'm conservative, yet sometimes I want to be more liberal but am conservative cause I dunno if its the right thing to do so I dont dare to do it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you smile in pictures?&lt;br /&gt;yes! what are pictures for? unless. its meant to be an emo pic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you know your cousins?&lt;br /&gt;not all. the family tree is always super large. I have cousins all the way in England! and they dont look chinese at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you have one dish that you cook well? What is it?&lt;br /&gt;options: yup, nope, plead the 5th.&lt;br /&gt;yup. maggi MEE! hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you sing the Animaniacs theme song?&lt;br /&gt;veggietales, veggietales, veggietales, veggietales. Oops i guess not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How about the Star Spangled Banner? &lt;br /&gt;oh no... I wish I could. but I tried playing it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will you sleep well tonight?&lt;br /&gt;i dont think so. block nose, cough, not a remedy or recipe for good sleep. get it? remedy.. cause i'm sick.. er lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do dirty pictures of you exist?&lt;br /&gt;NO! EW. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If not, why not?&lt;br /&gt;CAUSE EW. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Name 10 words that start with 's'.&lt;br /&gt;She sucks so sane sally sinks strong stinking shit, sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you give blood?&lt;br /&gt;no. MINE ALL MINE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Song in your head right now?&lt;br /&gt;veggietales..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10406816-6997269581824349040?l=my-unknown-destiny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-unknown-destiny.blogspot.com/feeds/6997269581824349040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10406816&amp;postID=6997269581824349040' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10406816/posts/default/6997269581824349040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10406816/posts/default/6997269581824349040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-unknown-destiny.blogspot.com/2007/12/if-you-could-pick-new-name-for-yourself.html' title=''/><author><name>Danetta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17842517314412205387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-10406816.post-3760868680309229392</id><published>2007-12-17T14:40:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-17T14:40:32.734+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;My Personality&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="100%"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;div style="width: 155px; height: 15px;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="border-right: 1px solid rgb(150, 0, 0); width: 145px; padding-right: 5px; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;div style="overflow: hidden; white-space: nowrap; font-size: 12px;"&gt;Neuroticism&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="padding: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-top: 1px solid rgb(255, 100, 100); border-right: 1px solid rgb(150, 0, 0); border-bottom: 1px solid rgb(150, 0, 0); float: left; height: 18px; text-align: right; background-color: rgb(255, 0, 0); width: 87%;"&gt;&lt;div style="float: right; color: white; padding-right: 2px; margin-top: 2px; font-size: 10px;"&gt;87&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="border-right: 1px solid rgb(0, 0, 150); width: 145px; padding-right: 5px; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;div style="overflow: hidden; white-space: nowrap; font-size: 12px;"&gt;Extraversion&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="padding: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-top: 1px solid rgb(100, 100, 255); border-right: 1px solid rgb(0, 0, 150); border-bottom: 1px solid rgb(0, 0, 150); float: left; height: 18px; text-align: right; background-color: rgb(0, 0, 255); width: 3%;"&gt;&lt;div style="float: right; color: white; padding-right: 2px; margin-top: 2px; font-size: 10px;"&gt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="border-right: 1px solid rgb(0, 90, 0); width: 145px; padding-right: 5px; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;div style="overflow: hidden; white-space: nowrap; font-size: 12px;"&gt;Openness To Experience&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="padding: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-top: 1px solid rgb(85, 159, 85); border-right: 1px solid rgb(0, 90, 0); border-bottom: 1px solid rgb(0, 90, 0); float: left; height: 18px; text-align: right; background-color: rgb(0, 128, 0); width: 52%;"&gt;&lt;div style="float: right; color: white; padding-right: 2px; margin-top: 2px; font-size: 10px;"&gt;52&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="border-right: 1px solid rgb(144, 115, 0); width: 145px; padding-right: 5px; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;div style="overflow: hidden; white-space: nowrap; font-size: 12px;"&gt;Agreeableness&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="padding: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-top: 1px solid rgb(255, 241, 170); border-right: 1px solid rgb(144, 115, 0); border-bottom: 1px solid rgb(144, 115, 0); float: left; height: 18px; text-align: right; background-color: rgb(251, 212, 0); width: 17%;"&gt;&lt;div style="float: right; color: white; padding-right: 2px; margin-top: 2px; font-size: 10px;"&gt;17&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="border-right: 1px solid rgb(80, 0, 80); width: 145px; padding-right: 5px; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;div style="overflow: hidden; white-space: nowrap; font-size: 12px;"&gt;Conscientiousness&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="padding: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-top: 1px solid rgb(149, 99, 151); border-right: 1px solid rgb(80, 0, 80); border-bottom: 1px solid rgb(80, 0, 80); float: left; height: 18px; text-align: right; background-color: rgb(128, 0, 128); width: 23%;"&gt;&lt;div style="float: right; color: white; padding-right: 2px; margin-top: 2px; font-size: 10px;"&gt;23&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="100%"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;div style="width: 300px; height: 15px;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;You do not experience strong, irresistible cravings and consequently do not find yourself tempted to overindulge, however you feel tense, jittery, and nervous and often feel like something dangerous is about to happen. 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You take your time when making decisions and will deliberate on all the possible consequences and alternatives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;&lt;nobr&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.pulseware.com.au/site_pi.asp?p=wpa-13659&amp;amp;ms=y" target="_blank" style="margin-left: 5px; margin-right: 5px;"&gt;Test Yourself&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/nobr&gt; &lt;nobr&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.pulseware.com.au/site_pi.asp?p=wpa-13659&amp;amp;ms=y&amp;amp;ur=618654x04c7B6" target="_blank" rel="nofollow" style="margin-left: 5px; margin-right: 5px;"&gt;Compare Yourself&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/nobr&gt; &lt;nobr&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.pulseware.com.au/site_pi.asp?p=wpa-13837&amp;amp;a=personality-tests&amp;amp;x=618654x04c7B6" target="_blank" rel="nofollow" style="margin-left: 5px; margin-right: 5px;"&gt;View Full Report&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/nobr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best &lt;a href="http://www.designer-layouts.com/myspace-layout.cfm?layouts=Asian" target="_blank"&gt;Asian MySpace Layouts&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10406816-3760868680309229392?l=my-unknown-destiny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-unknown-destiny.blogspot.com/feeds/3760868680309229392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10406816&amp;postID=3760868680309229392' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10406816/posts/default/3760868680309229392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10406816/posts/default/3760868680309229392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-unknown-destiny.blogspot.com/2007/12/my-personality-neuroticism-87.html' title=''/><author><name>Danetta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17842517314412205387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-10406816.post-6933934793086710994</id><published>2007-12-14T15:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-14T15:13:16.181+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Laugh with people NOT at them!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10406816-6933934793086710994?l=my-unknown-destiny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-unknown-destiny.blogspot.com/feeds/6933934793086710994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10406816&amp;postID=6933934793086710994' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10406816/posts/default/6933934793086710994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10406816/posts/default/6933934793086710994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-unknown-destiny.blogspot.com/2007/12/laugh-with-people-not-at-them.html' title=''/><author><name>Danetta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17842517314412205387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-10406816.post-7533185075258353730</id><published>2007-12-10T23:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-10T23:22:05.286+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>lala.. I was doing some chinese horoscope chain mail thingum that everyone claims works. it totally didnt work. the first part anyway. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here're the questions and I'm gonna explain a bit :D everything was completely by instinct I swear. but sometimes instinct is not totally right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.   BESIDE the NUMBERS 1  &amp; 2,  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WRITE  DOWN ANY&lt;br /&gt;2 NUMBERS YOU WANT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  BESIDE the NUMBERS 3  &amp; 7,  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WRITE  DOWN THE NAMES OF TWO MEMBERS&lt;br /&gt;OF THE OPPOSITE SEX.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.  WRITE ANYONE'sNAME&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(like  FRIENDS or FAMILY...)&lt;br /&gt;next to  4, 5, &amp; 6.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. WRITE  down FOUR SONG TITLES in 8,  9, 10, &amp; 11&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not gonna tell you all the answers haha. xP just the ones that matter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. (my brother)&lt;br /&gt;4. (mom)&lt;br /&gt;8. Back Home&lt;br /&gt;9. Photograph&lt;br /&gt;10. Empty Apartment&lt;br /&gt;11. Can't Take It&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so these are what they're supposed to mean. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  THE PERSON IN SPACE 3   IS  THE ONE YOU LOVE  (yeah sibling love)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.  THE PERSON YOU LIKE but your relationship CANNOT WORK is in SPACE   7  (what?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.  YOU CARE MOST about the PERSON you put in SPACE   4   (Hm I guess so.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.  THE PERSON YOU NAME IN NUMBER 5  IS THE ONE WHO KNOWS  YOU VERY WELL. ( not lately though..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.  THE SONG IN 8  IS THE SONG THAT MATCHES WITH THE PERSON  IN NUMBER 3  ( er yeah, cause I only see him back home? so yeah, this one's true )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.  THE TITLE IN 9  IS THE SONG FOR THE PERSON  IN 7  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I think this is quite true. but I'm not gonna tell you why nyaahahahaha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.  THE 10TH  SPACE IS THE SONG THAT TELLS YOU MOST ABOUT YOUR  MIND (THAT'S SO SWEET OF YOU. calling me empty headed.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.  AND 11  IS THE SONG TELLING HOW YOU FEEL  ABOUT LIFE (yeah this is quite true maybe... I can't take it anymore lol)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11.   NUMBER 1  IS YOUR LUCKY  NUMBER (no.... 7 is. i think. see instinct isn't always right)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO. Hardly superduper true. lets count how many are right... 6.. counting those that are half right. now if i match two halves.. 4 half. out of ten. HA. who am I laughing at...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10406816-7533185075258353730?l=my-unknown-destiny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-unknown-destiny.blogspot.com/feeds/7533185075258353730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10406816&amp;postID=7533185075258353730' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10406816/posts/default/7533185075258353730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10406816/posts/default/7533185075258353730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-unknown-destiny.blogspot.com/2007/12/lala.html' title=''/><author><name>Danetta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17842517314412205387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-10406816.post-8263620920393614426</id><published>2007-12-05T15:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-05T16:42:02.972+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>on a happier note..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Name one person who made you laugh last night.&lt;br /&gt;last night seems so long ago... hm. maybe me. yes me. ALRIGHT! me made me laugh! how awesome..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What were you doing at 0800?&lt;br /&gt;I think, I just finished eating a slow dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What were you doing 30 minutes ago?&lt;br /&gt;Playing freecell. i think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What happened to you in 2006?&lt;br /&gt;I became a teenager and grew up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What was the last thing you said out loud?&lt;br /&gt;hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many beverages did you have today?&lt;br /&gt;Water and bubble tea (correction needed) and is cough syrup counted? one, two three. i can count manz!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What color is your hairbrush?&lt;br /&gt;comb. green&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What was the last thing you paid for?&lt;br /&gt;Bubble tea. well technically it wasn't bubble tea. it was blueberry tea with jelly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where were you last night?&lt;br /&gt;Home! (Ditto)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What color is your front door?&lt;br /&gt;Brown (Ditto)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where do you keep your change?&lt;br /&gt;Wallet. Duh (I beg to differ. I keep it in, a coin pouch)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What’s the weather like today?&lt;br /&gt;rain rain rain rain. go away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What’s the best ice-cream flavor?&lt;br /&gt;Chocolate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What excites you?&lt;br /&gt;Luge~! and many many more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you want to cut your hair?&lt;br /&gt;Yes its getting ugly. and although i wanna try something new im scared. AHH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you over the age of 25?&lt;br /&gt;yeah, i'm thirty, flirty and thriving. &lt;br /&gt;of course not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you talk a lot?&lt;br /&gt;I AM A VERY QUIET SHY DEMURE GENTLE GENTLE RESERVED INTROVERTED GIRL!!! (actually, cheryl, thats me. but then again, with the right ppl, i talk like a machine gun)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you watch the O.C.?&lt;br /&gt;did&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you know anyone named Steven?&lt;br /&gt;uh, yeah... my boyfriend... uh, no, my life is void of the opposite gender.&lt;br /&gt;Do you make up your own words?&lt;br /&gt;Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you a jealous person?&lt;br /&gt;yeah so dont mess with my non-existent boyfriend! you can mess with my boyfried though.. ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;grrr. why is it you ready blog and i dont.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Name a friend whose name starts with the letter ‘A’.&lt;br /&gt;ash ketchum. haha okok ashima&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Name a friend whose name starts with the letter ‘K’.&lt;br /&gt;Krystal (ditto)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who’s the first person on your received call list?&lt;br /&gt;samantha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What does the last text message you received say?&lt;br /&gt;... what...."Hi everyone, you've just got more (updated)mail. So, please check your e-mail. Good nite! (Uncle) Rolf" busybodies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you chew on your straw?&lt;br /&gt;yeah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you have curly hair?&lt;br /&gt;I wish. its just wavy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where’s the next place you’re going to?&lt;br /&gt;Jana's house&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who’s the rudest person in your life?&lt;br /&gt;me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What was the last thing you ate?&lt;br /&gt;cadbury's chocolate! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will you get married in the future?&lt;br /&gt;i hope so! i dont wanna be a spinsterrrrrrr!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What’s the best movie you’ve seen in the past 2 weeks?&lt;br /&gt;I haven't seen anything at the cinema in the past 2 weeks! but dvd.. and tv.. I think John Tucker must die. or 3 weeks ago, I pronounce you Chuck and Larry! and I agree with Cheryl about Taxi. It was good. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is there anyone you like right now?&lt;br /&gt;ahahah sadly no. It's actually fun to have something to talk about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When was the last time you did the dishes?&lt;br /&gt;is a syrup cup considered? this morning! i'm so guai... I cant stop praising myself XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you currently depressed?&lt;br /&gt;I am emo. Nobody understands me. The world is cruel, and only my penknife understands me. Why are the skies above me so grey? I long and search for thy answer. Meanwhile, GOODBYE CRUEL WORLD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(yeah right)&lt;br /&gt;(I wish I had cheryl's wit but I'll just say.. no! NOW LEAVE ME ALONE.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you cry today?&lt;br /&gt;No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why did you answer and post this?&lt;br /&gt;Cause I came across Cheryl's blog. and after I wanted to do this, I saw my name down there&lt;br /&gt;|&lt;br /&gt;|&lt;br /&gt;&gt; oh but Cheryl didnt tag me. &gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;Tag 5 people who would do this survey.&lt;br /&gt;1. ng ruixin (toh jy)&lt;br /&gt;2. jiya (nobody)&lt;br /&gt;3. jane (nobody)&lt;br /&gt;4. danetta (i'm not a nobody!)&lt;br /&gt;5. YOU (yeah you're a nobody)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10406816-8263620920393614426?l=my-unknown-destiny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-unknown-destiny.blogspot.com/feeds/8263620920393614426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10406816&amp;postID=8263620920393614426' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10406816/posts/default/8263620920393614426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10406816/posts/default/8263620920393614426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-unknown-destiny.blogspot.com/2007/12/on-happier-note.html' title=''/><author><name>Danetta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17842517314412205387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-10406816.post-6511600014684952472</id><published>2007-11-26T16:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-26T16:58:29.242+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Reuben Kee has passed away, the other four missing dragon-boaters have also passed away, yet all I seem to think about is having fun. The luge was fun, computer is fun... the OMGs seem to have gone away, and life goes on. which is totally crazy and guilty-making. Why does life go on with all the thousands of deaths a day? and even after all the deaths, people still live dangerously, and they need someone to tell them, "but not that dangerously" in some radio advert.. Especially us youths. We seem to live like we'll never die. Okay sure there is still sadness, I mean I'm not totally unfeeling and just thinking about having fun. Listening to his piano-playing on his friendster is the best way to make yourself cry.. That song is so sad too. and then you wonder how someone so alive can be dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe everyone including myself will just move on like this tragedy has never happened, or we could always make their deaths not for nothing, and do something about our everyday lives, live as though everyday is our last day. Maybe I wont heed my own advice. But that's my problem. I hope I do heed it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well like my mom says, we should look on the positive side of it all (which I think is almost impossible) but I guess I can think of some. That these men have died heroes and doing what they love, and that in itself can be a role model for everyone. to do what you love. that doesn't mean computer either. I cant wait to discover what it is exactly I love. No use thinking, ahhhh they had such a promising future! All we can do now is wait for the second-coming. Maybe I'll be dead by then. But live everyday like its your last! then we'll be prepared when death is imminent. Maybe I'll die during OBS... I hope not of course. I'm gonna fasten that life vest and make sure I take all the capsize practices seriously and hopefully I get a good belayer and a strong rope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a day of rejoicing that would be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.&lt;br /&gt;RIP you all. And I hope u. F and a. P will be okay. and S too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10406816-6511600014684952472?l=my-unknown-destiny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-unknown-destiny.blogspot.com/feeds/6511600014684952472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10406816&amp;postID=6511600014684952472' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10406816/posts/default/6511600014684952472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10406816/posts/default/6511600014684952472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-unknown-destiny.blogspot.com/2007/11/reuben-kee-has-passed-away-other-four.html' title=''/><author><name>Danetta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17842517314412205387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-10406816.post-2703906883301704121</id><published>2007-10-21T18:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-21T18:56:50.468+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>and, the lyrics should move you. If not, you're unfeeling! -chokes-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10406816-2703906883301704121?l=my-unknown-destiny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-unknown-destiny.blogspot.com/feeds/2703906883301704121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10406816&amp;postID=2703906883301704121' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10406816/posts/default/2703906883301704121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10406816/posts/default/2703906883301704121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-unknown-destiny.blogspot.com/2007/10/and-lyrics-should-move-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Danetta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17842517314412205387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-10406816.post-6583087750277303385</id><published>2007-10-21T17:09:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-21T18:50:23.288+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OMG I just read the funniest thing on EARTH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was listening to Eminem's mockingbird, and FELL in love with it so I went to YouTube some of his vids and they're so moving! Then I went on to watch the Real Slim Shady, and its hilarious but im not there yet. THE COMMENTS ARE THE FUNNIEST OF ALL! most of them cant spell or have English problems but thats not my point either. You can read it for yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lolman456: Fact is: The successfulest rapper is white and the successfulest golf player is black.&lt;br /&gt;eminem-king of rap-a livin legend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sirlimpit: Tiger Woods is Asian you moron.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG OMG I was laughing my head off inside!! Tiger woods, ASIAN?! Some people are just so STUPID.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway Mockingbird made me tear. When I'm Gone is sad too..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYYYYWAYYYY. here's the hilarious vid&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/99HdRxlJzV4"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/99HdRxlJzV4" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. surprisingly, Eminem looks okay with specs! ordinary specs somemore. I can't imagine him rapping? somehow he doesnt fit rap image. Especially when he's wearing his specs. and wow he's like a perfect example of rags to riches. and its so cool that he puts his real life into the song..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here's one example&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E4aVCl7pd6g/RxsmBRWgw_I/AAAAAAAAAFk/MFI5CSeehC8/s1600-h/Eminem+specs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E4aVCl7pd6g/RxsmBRWgw_I/AAAAAAAAAFk/MFI5CSeehC8/s200/Eminem+specs.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123730804343620594" 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/10406816-6583087750277303385?l=my-unknown-destiny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-unknown-destiny.blogspot.com/feeds/6583087750277303385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10406816&amp;postID=6583087750277303385' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10406816/posts/default/6583087750277303385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10406816/posts/default/6583087750277303385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-unknown-destiny.blogspot.com/2007/10/omg-i-just-read-funniest-thing-on-earth.html' title=''/><author><name>Danetta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17842517314412205387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E4aVCl7pd6g/RxsmBRWgw_I/AAAAAAAAAFk/MFI5CSeehC8/s72-c/Eminem+specs.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10406816.post-7903496498698049588</id><published>2007-10-19T20:45:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-19T22:08:15.725+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today's blog is about Yutan. Why? Cause I wanna be random. its the coolest thing in the world. its cola cool. as cool as cola. and I quote Daryl from Just like heaven: I'm, like, seriously parched - could use a Co-la. and let's not get off topic. Yu Tan is a name while Yutan is a whole different thing altogether. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you know..?&lt;br /&gt;Yutan is in Nebraska, in Saunders County. Go ahead, google it yourself.&lt;br /&gt;There is a Yutan Elementary School&lt;br /&gt;and finally, Yutan is a city. the City Of Yutan.&lt;br /&gt;Yutan is pronounced you tan according to someone named Yu Tan that I know. Coincidence that she is SO TAN(not)? You decide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I change my mind. today's post is about randomness. So, I shall once again change the topic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was a BLAST after 3pm. before that, it was UTTER TORTURE. I couldn't have screwed my tests better. Well anyway, who KNEW you could take two and a half hours to finish shopping at the basement level of Wisma Atria?! oh and sorry Jiya and Yu Tan for 'rejecting your love', this appointment was made first and thus will be given top priority, and since you changed your subject combination, the students who had chosen these initially will be given top priority.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The End&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10406816-7903496498698049588?l=my-unknown-destiny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-unknown-destiny.blogspot.com/feeds/7903496498698049588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10406816&amp;postID=7903496498698049588' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10406816/posts/default/7903496498698049588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10406816/posts/default/7903496498698049588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-unknown-destiny.blogspot.com/2007/10/todays-blog-is-about-yutan.html' title=''/><author><name>Danetta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17842517314412205387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-10406816.post-8877794192552678875</id><published>2007-10-14T12:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-14T12:39:21.476+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>WISHLIST! / Shopping list&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Black skinny jeans&lt;br /&gt;Camera&lt;br /&gt;Wallet&lt;br /&gt;Denim shorts&lt;br /&gt;Dress&lt;br /&gt;Sunglasses&lt;br /&gt;Hairstyling book&lt;br /&gt;Twilight series?&lt;br /&gt;Books!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;will update when i think of more! haha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10406816-8877794192552678875?l=my-unknown-destiny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-unknown-destiny.blogspot.com/feeds/8877794192552678875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10406816&amp;postID=8877794192552678875' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10406816/posts/default/8877794192552678875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10406816/posts/default/8877794192552678875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-unknown-destiny.blogspot.com/2007/10/wishlist-shopping-list-black-skinny.html' title=''/><author><name>Danetta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17842517314412205387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-10406816.post-5360218518549049802</id><published>2007-10-11T21:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-11T23:17:17.308+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NO MORE EOYs FOR ONE YEAR!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I THINK I FLUNKED MATH!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT IM HAPPY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AUDITIONS WERE FUN!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11 O CLOCK WAS THE TIME OF FREEDOM!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we went to FAR EAST plaza, though we knew it would be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;conjested (i'm not exaggerating. no im not. okay i am)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but we didnt go cause its THE place to go after exams. we just&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went there to change, eat cai fan and buy a bag for BERE's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mom's uh.. staff!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.90...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bag searching!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;found!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got extra plastic bag to make my bag lighter (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THEN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NEOPRINTS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG SO FUNNY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like Yu Tan said, the background kept hitting our heads! (we&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;might have jammed the green colour one)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA LEIA AND HER OPEN MOUTH! aaaah I love them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;except so sad! then didnt give us time to choose so we chose&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wrongly, and the nice one only have 3 for 5 people. saaad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha Leia didnt help in the jap lol, well, not really. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;congrats on having your&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first neoprint!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; EE the second one also! THE NICE YO one was soooo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cool but ONLY HAVE ONE! WAAAT THE. YU TAN LOOKED&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO COOL THERE! HAHAHA. EVERYONE DID!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there goes 3.80! OH AND THE MESS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! ZOMG! the&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MESS one! LOVE IT. ITS THE BEST. NO HEADS, just bodies,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then a MESS word right in the middle!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;okay. no more big font (there was big font at first but it screwed up the post). xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that was good. haven't hyper ventilated since. dunno. haha. okay. then went to Marina&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bay. OKAY THIS IS DAMMMMMN FUNNY TOO! its very ulu. okay. so when we went out we&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;made lots of noise. okay then we went to look at the mrt map. then, when we went up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the escalator, berenice showed us her map, which is 'DAMN COOL' cause its stapled to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;be a bracelet, so you can 'walk walk walk' then lift your wrist and look at the map!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOW. okay then we started moving normally. without looking at the map. then we went&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;down the path... leia:" WAIT WAIT WAIT MUST LOOK AT THE MAP!" -we all walk back, and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the last few steps backwards. Leia: walks forward towards the -no path grass- place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;swerves to the path we went down. WHAT! LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We wait for the bus for 15 mins. meanwhile while we wait, (alliteration), we take&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;photos and hog the entire bench. the busstop is really weird. (HAHA Natalie thought&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the thing was a bus stop. the thing that isn't a bus stop but is a dunnowhat thing.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(sorry if that didnt not make any no sense.) okay. then when we get there, its like&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SUPER ULU LAH. empty tables of steamboat and barbecue,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;oh yeah I forgot to say I haven't posted since 15 Sept! THATS ALMOST A&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MONTH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; sorry about that (: no worries about the&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;superbowl place being full. only like 1 lane was being used! and there's a bump in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the middle of the lane so all our balls deflect. and the thing is faulty too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;berenice: hits seven pins. next turn. the dropped ones didnt clear. ball didnt come&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;back. berenice bowls down the other three. the thing finally responds. STRIKE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whaaah? So lousy! a few rounds later.. my turn: hits nine. gutter. ooh still my&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;turn!! GUTTER. On the OTHER side. LOL. Yu Tan: same thing! also got three turns! (Is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it Yu Tan?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay. and the mentos cost.. 1.20! and mine tasted a bit salty in the middle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ARCADE! the drummachine. $1 per game! berenice, yutan and natalie are the best. I'm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the worst. LOL. here's what its like: its like a drum kit, with one foot pedal, and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;two cymbals and the rest normal, then its like O2Jam. the notes float down and you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hit the drum when its TIME. lol. the beginner was really boring. yawn. so after the&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;game was over, Leia and I tried standard! STAGE FAILED. LOL. Stage failed like 5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;times or something. LOL. they steal our money. supposed to be 3 stages, if you fail,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;only 1! waste our money. but LEIA HAS PERSEVERENCE! oh and there's this cool similar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dJ thing too. and Yu tan and I played racing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;go home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at the bus stop we talked about.. yue du bao gao, and brainstormed other outings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;found out that bus 400 goes in circles, thats why it takes so long to come. took a&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;picture on MRT just when Yutan and Leia had to get off. BYE BYE. next stop, Berenice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gets off. BYEBYE. few more stops, Natalie gets off. BYEBYE, and leaves poor Danetta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all alone....... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ANTI- CLIMAX!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next story: STUDY GROUP AT JIYA's HOUSE FOR MATH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Setting: the Green light district (Jiya's room)(seriously, the wall, table, curtains,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bed sheet, cupboards? are all GREEN!) ITS SOO COOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next door is the PINK LIGHT DISTRICT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KUSHI! (her cat) is AWESOME. AWESOME AWESOME AWESOME. we climbed into Jiya's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;neighbour's abandoned house like the famous.. FOUR. and with Jiya's faithful...Cat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;following. Leia and I climbed on the dustbin to get over the wall while Jiya LEAPED&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OVER (okay, climbed over) and Yu Tan went by the more secret and mysterious back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;road, the way we came from. basketball, spraying, getting wet, guitar, Kushi and 1%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;studying made the day of 10.10 till 4.00pm. too bad not 10.10pm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE END&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/10406816-5360218518549049802?l=my-unknown-destiny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-unknown-destiny.blogspot.com/feeds/5360218518549049802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10406816&amp;postID=5360218518549049802' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10406816/posts/default/5360218518549049802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10406816/posts/default/5360218518549049802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-unknown-destiny.blogspot.com/2007/10/wooooooooooooooottttttttttttttttt-no.html' title=''/><author><name>Danetta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17842517314412205387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-10406816.post-7285956048938178940</id><published>2007-09-15T18:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-15T18:20:43.615+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>okay, here's what you're supposed to do.....and try not to be LAME&lt;br /&gt;and spoil the fun! Just give in. Copy (not forward) this entire e-mail&lt;br /&gt;and paste it into a new e-mail that you can send. Change all of the&lt;br /&gt;answers so that they apply to you. Then, send this to a whole bunch&lt;br /&gt;of people you know *INCLUDING* the person who sent it to you. The theory is&lt;br /&gt;that you will learn a lot of little known facts about your friends. It is&lt;br /&gt;fun and easy.&lt;br /&gt;Remember to send it back to the person who sent it to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. WHAT IS YOUR FULL NAME&lt;br /&gt;Lee Rui Xue Danetta Rachelle! and proud of it...&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;2.What colour pants are you wearing?&lt;br /&gt;Green black white = pe shorts&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;3. WHAT ARE YOU LISTENING TO RIGHT NOW?&lt;br /&gt;the cars passing. seriously!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;4. ARE YOUR LEGS CROSSED?&lt;br /&gt;crossed at ankles?&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;5. WHAT WAS THE LAST THING YOU ATE?&lt;br /&gt;a mooncake with weird stuff in it&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;6. IF YOU WERE A CRAYON WHAT COLOUR WOULD YOU BE?&lt;br /&gt;um. black. outlines! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. HOW IS THE WEATHER RIGHT NOW?&lt;br /&gt;fine. sun setting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. LAST PERSON YOU TAlKED TO ON THE PHONE??&lt;br /&gt;dad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. FIRST THING YOU NOTICE ABOUT THE OPPOSITE SEX?&lt;br /&gt;obviously its the appearance. thats what your eyes see first right.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;11. HOW ARE YOU TODAY?&lt;br /&gt;um. I'm guilty and a bit phlemy.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;12. FAVOURITE DRINK?&lt;br /&gt;HAHA yeah not coke! wash toilets. my favourite drink could be lots of things. but i drink water most often.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;13. FAVOURITE ALCOHOLIC DRINK?&lt;br /&gt;EW. arent they bitter?&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;14.What is your favourite sport?&lt;br /&gt;hmhmhm. badminton basketball swimming canoeing (only tried like twice though) running isn't exactly counted.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;15. HAIR COLOUR?&lt;br /&gt;brownish black&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16.EYE COLOUR?&lt;br /&gt;ditto&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;17. DO YOU WEAR CONTACTS?&lt;br /&gt;um. im deciding? cause i'm scared of contacts too. and not sure if they're better. but specs jiggle while running. -.-&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;18. SIBLINGS?&lt;br /&gt;opposite. big brother bear.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;19.FAVOURITE MONTH?&lt;br /&gt;JANUARY! its called the spring winter month! (ditto! but if you go by seasons I'd say every month! then again, maybe dec)&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;20.FAVOURITE FOOD?&lt;br /&gt;nasi lemak, roti prata, pizza, haystacks, french fries, chicken wings, emperor chicken, (as you can see, im really unhealthy.)&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;21. LAST MOVIE YOU WATCHED?&lt;br /&gt;sigh. Rush Hour 3. that was like more than a month ago. I wanna watch the vegetable dish show!(rat-ta-too-ee)&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;22. FAVOURITE DAY OF THE YEAR&lt;br /&gt;Christmas!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;23. SATURDAY OR SUNDAY?&lt;br /&gt;BOTH! both for slacking (even though I'm not supposed to slack on Sun)(I can't help it)&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;24. ARE YOU TOO SHY TO ASK SOMEONE OUT?&lt;br /&gt;yes of course! no experience..&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;25. DO YOU LIKE MARMITE?&lt;br /&gt;MARMITE! USED TO LOVE IT. its too salty for my tastes now though! GREAT WITH OATS. cause oats sucks.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;26. SUMMER OR WINTER?&lt;br /&gt;DO I REALLY HAVE TO CHOOSE?! HOW HOWHOW&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. HUGS OR KISSES?&lt;br /&gt;hugs!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;28. CHOCOLATE OR VANILLA?&lt;br /&gt;Chocolate 1st place, vanilla 2nd place!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;29. DO YOU WANT YOUR FRIENDS TO WRITE BACK?&lt;br /&gt;write back?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. Who's most LIKELY TO RESPOND?&lt;br /&gt;um, the ones I sent to?!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;31. WHO IS LEAST LIKELY TO RESPOND?&lt;br /&gt;um, the ones I didnt send to?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. LIVING ARRANGEMENTS?&lt;br /&gt;Condo. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. WHAT BOOKS ARE YOU READING?&lt;br /&gt;unfortunately, I wouldnt want to get caught up in reading now cause of the stupid exams.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;34. DID YOU WAKE UP BEFORE YOUR ALARM WENT OFF&lt;br /&gt;today? no alarm. unless you mean my mom.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;36. DO YOU MISS BIG BROTHER YET?&lt;br /&gt;uh, im used to not seeing him till night. BIG BROTHERS LIKE TO STAY OUT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37. FAVOURITE SMELLS?&lt;br /&gt;jasmine? perfume? waffles? chicken?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38. WHAT INSPIRES YOU?&lt;br /&gt;the thought of getting a fit body.. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39. BUTTERED, PLAIN, OR SALTED POPCORN&lt;br /&gt;um salted or buttered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40. FAVOURITE CRISPS?&lt;br /&gt;CRISPS!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;41. FAVOURITE CAR?&lt;br /&gt;eh, of all the ones i've had? the nissan and the honda civic VTI. I don't really like my neighbour's cars. too posh.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;42. FAVOURITE FLOWER?&lt;br /&gt;OOH I get a flower?&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;43. How MANY KEYS ON YOUR KEY RING?&lt;br /&gt;I got no key ring.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;44. CAN YOU JUGGLE?&lt;br /&gt;i can juggle two balls&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;45. FAVOURITE DAY OF THE WEEK&lt;br /&gt;Sat and Sun&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;46. RED OR WHITE WINE?&lt;br /&gt;whats the difference?&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;47. WHAT DID YOU DO FOR YOUR LAST BIRTHDAY?&lt;br /&gt;I uh, stayed home.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;48. DO YOU OWN A DONOR CARD?&lt;br /&gt;whats that? o.o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;49. WHAT IS THE FIRST THING YOU THINK OF WHEN YOU WAKE UP IN THE MORNING?&lt;br /&gt;press stop on the hp&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;50. WHAT ARE YOU DOING ONCE YOU HAVE FINISHED THIS ?&lt;br /&gt;continue reading my emails. i'm so popular. yeah right.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10406816-7285956048938178940?l=my-unknown-destiny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-unknown-destiny.blogspot.com/feeds/7285956048938178940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10406816&amp;postID=7285956048938178940' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10406816/posts/default/7285956048938178940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10406816/posts/default/7285956048938178940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-unknown-destiny.blogspot.com/2007/09/okay-heres-what-youre-supposed-to-do.html' title=''/><author><name>Danetta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17842517314412205387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-10406816.post-4955813790251136740</id><published>2007-09-05T14:02:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-06T17:47:16.666+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I love 13 going on 30 and Just like heaven and My life without me and Rumor Has It and Apartment 12! Need to go to esplanade library...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10406816-4955813790251136740?l=my-unknown-destiny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-unknown-destiny.blogspot.com/feeds/4955813790251136740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10406816&amp;postID=4955813790251136740' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10406816/posts/default/4955813790251136740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10406816/posts/default/4955813790251136740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-unknown-destiny.blogspot.com/2007/09/i-love-13-going-on-30-and-just-like.html' title=''/><author><name>Danetta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17842517314412205387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-10406816.post-2691271626952288930</id><published>2007-08-31T20:41:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-31T20:53:05.801+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Short: A boon or a bane?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;WANTED&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;: Dead or Alive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E4aVCl7pd6g/RtgOzv-7SII/AAAAAAAAAFc/4i7hPnqyDaQ/s1600-h/310807bob%21whee%21lala.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E4aVCl7pd6g/RtgOzv-7SII/AAAAAAAAAFc/4i7hPnqyDaQ/s200/310807bob%21whee%21lala.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104846459840972930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E4aVCl7pd6g/RtgMtf-7SHI/AAAAAAAAAFU/cCJQjRuxWoI/s1600-h/310807bob%21whee%21.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10406816-2691271626952288930?l=my-unknown-destiny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-unknown-destiny.blogspot.com/feeds/2691271626952288930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10406816&amp;postID=2691271626952288930' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10406816/posts/default/2691271626952288930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10406816/posts/default/2691271626952288930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-unknown-destiny.blogspot.com/2007/08/short-boon-or-bane.html' title=''/><author><name>Danetta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17842517314412205387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E4aVCl7pd6g/RtgOzv-7SII/AAAAAAAAAFc/4i7hPnqyDaQ/s72-c/310807bob%21whee%21lala.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10406816.post-4101086580873118660</id><published>2007-08-30T22:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-30T22:29:16.095+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>okay okay i'll post. zZzzZ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UPon feedback from Jia Yun, I realise the link to Are You Happy Now long ago is only available to me. THus, I shall put the video. Its way nicer anyway. love the colour changes. ALL her songs are different from ANYONE ELSES. Oh and I think twilight, vampire lovers etc. will love the vampire look. or whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="353"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/1Z-klNDHXp8"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/1Z-klNDHXp8" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="353"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10406816-4101086580873118660?l=my-unknown-destiny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-unknown-destiny.blogspot.com/feeds/4101086580873118660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10406816&amp;postID=4101086580873118660' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10406816/posts/default/4101086580873118660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10406816/posts/default/4101086580873118660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-unknown-destiny.blogspot.com/2007/08/okay-okay-ill-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Danetta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17842517314412205387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-10406816.post-4168098120580982834</id><published>2007-08-23T16:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-23T16:38:03.152+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I HAD 104 POSTS JUST NOW!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YAY ITS OVER! GUESS WHAT. I ACTUALLY HAD THE SAME THING DURING CLASS X) shouldn't tell? but whole class did already. except jia ming. and only our class knows or maybe forgot what i did! so i corrected myself according to what i said! she said no such thing as chi can so this time i changed to chi wan can! x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hope its okay. I TOTALLY FORGOT WHAT I MEMORISED! except for a bit! GOT MIXED UP WITH OTHER WORDS EVEN THOUGH I DIDNT SAY CHI CAN! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THANKS FOR GOOD LUCK EVERYONE! EVERYONE! EVERYONE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and Jo I hope I didnt make you feel bad? not that you'll come to my blog haha XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHERYL and AMANDA: Fail together, Die together, CLASSMATES! then after the thing: Pass together, Live together (eh?), CLASSMATES!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I HOPE I CAN EVEN PASS! ITS FINALLY OVER. NOW LIT MUGGING! I MUST BUY LOTS OF MUGS.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;_&gt;  &lt;_&lt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10406816-4168098120580982834?l=my-unknown-destiny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-unknown-destiny.blogspot.com/feeds/4168098120580982834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10406816&amp;postID=4168098120580982834' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10406816/posts/default/4168098120580982834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10406816/posts/default/4168098120580982834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-unknown-destiny.blogspot.com/2007/08/i-had-104-posts-just-now-yay-its-over.html' title=''/><author><name>Danetta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17842517314412205387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-10406816.post-5198844556485206834</id><published>2007-08-20T20:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-20T20:36:45.566+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>3rd post of the day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I quote SS: I'm falling apart, I'm fallin apart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The worse end of year of my life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lets see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1&lt;br /&gt;2&lt;br /&gt;3&lt;br /&gt;4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;major problems. but im not going to say it here for obvious reasons.. in case someone besides me actually comes to my blog and reads it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but one thing I will say is the last one is school.&lt;br /&gt;and I might as well say the 2nd one since its not very specific. Music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish it were the holidays. AND I NEED A BLOODY DRESS THAT CAN BE WORN FOR CASUAL. WHY ARE THE FORMAL DRESSES CHEAPER THAN THE CASUAL ONES? in fact, there are hardly even any casual ones that i've liked. and when i like them, after trying i find i dont like them. this sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quoting SS again: I'm feeling half alive&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10406816-5198844556485206834?l=my-unknown-destiny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-unknown-destiny.blogspot.com/feeds/5198844556485206834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10406816&amp;postID=5198844556485206834' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10406816/posts/default/5198844556485206834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10406816/posts/default/5198844556485206834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-unknown-destiny.blogspot.com/2007/08/3rd-post-of-day.html' title=''/><author><name>Danetta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17842517314412205387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-10406816.post-4962851369355244105</id><published>2007-08-20T18:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-20T18:16:03.933+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#F88B8B" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are 50% Boyish and 50% Girlish&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#A7CEFF"&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are pretty evenly split down the middle - a total eunuch.&lt;br /&gt;Okay, kidding about the eunuch part. But you do get along with both sexes.&lt;br /&gt;You reject traditional gender roles. However, you don't actively fight them.&lt;br /&gt;You're just you. You don't try to be what people expect you to be.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/howboyishorgirlishareyouquiz/"&gt;How Boyish or Girlish Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AH. SPLIT RIGHT DOWN THE MIDDLE. I BET MY RIGHT BRAIN IS A BOY. CAUSE MY LEFT SIDE'S SO CLUMSY. hm could this be because I have a 'twin'? or could it be cause i have a brother? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IM THE DREAM REMEMBERER!&lt;br /&gt;I dreamt of almost being assasinated this morning. and I climbed out the window 50 stories high to escape. and I didnt even watch the bourne ultimatium.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10406816-4962851369355244105?l=my-unknown-destiny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-unknown-destiny.blogspot.com/feeds/4962851369355244105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10406816&amp;postID=4962851369355244105' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10406816/posts/default/4962851369355244105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10406816/posts/default/4962851369355244105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-unknown-destiny.blogspot.com/2007/08/you-are-50-boyish-and-50-girlish-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Danetta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17842517314412205387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-10406816.post-6562431658171208713</id><published>2007-08-20T17:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-20T17:57:58.922+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>okayokayokayokayokayokayokayokayokayokayokayOKAYOKAYOKAYOKAYOKAYOKAYOKAYOKAYOKAYOKAY&lt;br /&gt;I AM SERIOUSLY FREAKING OUT! AS I MUG FOR CHINESE I REALISE THAT EVEN AFTER I'VE MEMORIZED EVERYTHING IT COMES OUT STUTTERED! AND ITS COMING SOON! IM ALREADY LUCKY ENOUGH TO HAVE IT ON THURSDAY BUT STILL! ITS TOO SHORT TO IMPROVE A LANGUAGE! I'M DOOMED. AND JUST FOR THE PRACTICE MY LEG WAS TREMBLING. AND POON JUST MADE IT WORSE BY MAKING FUN OF ME. WHY DOES SHE MAKE LIFE SO DIFFICULT FOR EVERYONE?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And history's coming. WTH. EVERYONE DON'T SPEAK ENGLISH TO ME ANYMORE! ARGH WEI SHE ME WO ZAI YONG YING WEN?! Reading is so much easier than saying. so when I read it seems fluent then i read out loud and its a tongue twister! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reminds me of a joke Berenice? told. is it berenice? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;something about this person who kept saying tong-gue. and someone correcting him, saying, no, its tung. NO ITS TONG-GUE! NO ITS TUNG!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;punch line: FINE I DON'T WANT TO ARG WITH YOU ANYMORE. &lt;br /&gt;get it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RIGHT. WHO WANTS TO DIE WITH ME?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10406816-6562431658171208713?l=my-unknown-destiny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-unknown-destiny.blogspot.com/feeds/6562431658171208713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10406816&amp;postID=6562431658171208713' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10406816/posts/default/6562431658171208713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10406816/posts/default/6562431658171208713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-unknown-destiny.blogspot.com/2007/08/okayokayokayokayokayokayokayokayokayoka.html' title=''/><author><name>Danetta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17842517314412205387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-10406816.post-4617736979930417976</id><published>2007-08-19T12:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-19T12:47:48.397+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>from wan ting's blog&lt;br /&gt;similar to what i've done before too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RULES:1. Put your music player on shuffle.&lt;br /&gt;2. For each question, press the next button to get your answer.&lt;br /&gt;3. Put the last title of the song as the subject.&lt;br /&gt;4. YOU MUST WRITE THAT SONG NAME DOWN NO MATTER HOW SILLY IT SOUNDS!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IF SOMEONE SAYS "IS THIS OKAY", YOU SAY ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Middle - Jimmy Eat World. ( I guess I would say its so-so)&lt;br /&gt;WHAT WOULD BEST DESCRIBE YOUR PERSONALITY?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Straw - Jack's Mannequin ( uh, I don't give up easily and wait for the last straw?) (nah, i think i give up easily) (oh but part of it says a woman needs a man so hmm.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT DO YOU LIKE IN A GUY/GIRL?&lt;br /&gt;burn this city - Cartel ( i like an arsenist? nah, a track burner. :) AH I KNOW. A HOT GUY)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOW DO YOU FEEL TODAY?&lt;br /&gt;give it to me -timbaland ft nelly furtado &amp; JT (yeayea give everything to me wahaha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT IS YOUR LIFE'S PURPOSE?&lt;br /&gt;Battle of One - 30 seconds to Mars (eh? i fight)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT IS YOUR MOTTO?&lt;br /&gt;Blind - Lifehouse (what. I ram blindly into life)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT DO YOUR FRIENDS THINK OF YOU?&lt;br /&gt;Misery Loves its Company - The Red Jumpsuit Apparatus (FINE. I'm MISERY. some friend you are. haha. well, at least i love my friends)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT DO YOU THINK OF YOUR PARENTS?&lt;br /&gt;only to fall - brokenboy ( ?! )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT DO YOU THINK OF VERY OFTEN?&lt;br /&gt;Daffodil - The dreamer and the sleeper ( um. i think of flowers? maybe its the artist name. I dream, a lot, thats true)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT DO YOU THINK OF YOUR BESTIES?&lt;br /&gt;I wake up exhausted - Tegan &amp;amp; Sara ( HUH? I talk to her till I'm exhausted?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT DO YOU THINK OF THE PERSON YOU LIKE?&lt;br /&gt;According to Columbus - A Skylit Drive (WHAT?! an explorer? or unique? or.. according to columbus, i like the person i like?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT DO YOU WANT TO BE WHEN YOU GROW UP?&lt;br /&gt;Here We Stand - Amber Pacific ( okay.. maybe i'll be the sir stamford raffles statue..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT DO YOU THINK WHEN YOU SEE THE PERSON YOU LIKE?&lt;br /&gt;[RIFF RAFF] - Linkin Park ( a dog? maybe uniqueness again..?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT DO YOUR PARENTS THINK OF YOU?&lt;br /&gt;There is a Light that Never Goes out - Anberlin (I'm always bringing hope. thats nice.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT WILL YOU DANCE TO AT YOUR WEDDING?&lt;br /&gt;Our Revolution - Halifax ( thats uh, cool. maybe we'll have a modern wedding and revolt from tradition. or maybe we'll elope. HAHA. fast song.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT WILL THEY PLAY AT YOUR FUNERAL?&lt;br /&gt;The Unwinding Cable Car - Anberlin (it sounds sad. OMG I'm NEVER GOING ON A CABLE CAR. I'll probably die cause it malfunctioned and the door swung open and I fall to my death like those people and the six-year old boy EEK.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT IS YOUR HOBBY/INTEREST?&lt;br /&gt;Shotgun Serenade - The Juliana Theory (HUH? I don't carry arms. AH. RUN LIKE A BULLET!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT IS YOUR BIGGEST FEAR?&lt;br /&gt;Smashed into Pieces - *silverstein* (Afraid of my life falling apart, or afraid of death)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT IS YOUR BIGGEST SECRET?&lt;br /&gt;Believer - Digimon ( i like digimon? or I'm a believer.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT DO YOU THINK OF YOUR FRIENDS?&lt;br /&gt;Say Anything Else - Cartel (WHAT. like say anything else but don't talk about my friends? So SAD.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'll make my own!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT DO YOU THINK OF YOURSELF?&lt;br /&gt;False Pretence - The Red Jumpsuit Apparatus (OMG. I put up a false front? nono i dont. I openly show my daoness. and irritation.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT IS YOUR DREAM?&lt;br /&gt;She Cries - Rufio (HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH.......? i dream of crying)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT DO YOU THINK ABOUT SCHOOL?&lt;br /&gt;This Letter Read - EMBER-(CO) ( what is this. teaches us too much about letter writing. yes.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT DO YOU THINK ABOUT THE OPP GENDER?&lt;br /&gt;Cliff Diving - +44 (YEAH THEY'RE TOO RETARDED AND DARING)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT DO YOU THINK ABOUT CONTACTS?&lt;br /&gt;Fences - Paramore (this seriously doesn't make sense. they make me feel like im looking through fences?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DO YOU LIKE SCISSORS?&lt;br /&gt;Vulnerable - Secondhand Serenade (Scissors make me feel VULNERABLE. HAHAHAHAHAHHA.) (I'll die of murder , the weapon is scissors. shit.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT DO YOU THINK OF WHEN THE TELEPHONE RINGS?&lt;br /&gt;Ocean Avenue - Yellowcard (I think of a phone call from CALIFORNIA? YAY)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT IS YOUR AMBITION?&lt;br /&gt;Everything We Were Has Become - Amber Pacific (COOL. I realise my ambition and dreams?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOW DOES MUSIC MAKE YOU FEEL?&lt;br /&gt;Last Words - Thousand Foot Krutch ( why does everythin point to death? Am I going to die?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT IS YOUR FAVOURITE MUSIC GENRE?&lt;br /&gt;Today - Lifehouse (Alternative &amp;amp; Punk) (possibly.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT DOES THE FUTURE HOLD FOR YOU?&lt;br /&gt;This Ain't a Scene, It's An Arms Race - Fall Out Boy ( I seriously think I'm gonna die. and not a peaceful one.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT DO YOU THINK ABOUT LOVE? heehee.&lt;br /&gt;I Know I Know I Know - Tegan and Sara ( I know everything? haha. it goes ' i know i know i know you're still my love. The same as I love you, you'll always love me too&lt;br /&gt;This love isn't good unless it's me and you. That's not too bad.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SINCE IT SEEMS I'M GONNA DIE, I'M GONNA ASK AGAIN. WHAT DOES THE FUTURE HOLD FOR YOU?&lt;br /&gt;Always To Keep - Jeff Merchant (I don't understand.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT DOES THE FUTURE HOLD FOR YOU?&lt;br /&gt;December - A Change Of Pace ( In december my pace will change? yeah. I'll be mugging bio)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOW MIGHT YOU DIE?&lt;br /&gt;Til Death Do Us Apart - A Change of Pace (I'll die married? OMG shit the lyrics goes I stopped your heart, ripped it out, and smashed it to the floor. I'm gonna die heartbroken)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;again. HOW MIGHT YOU DIE?&lt;br /&gt;Plays Pretty For Baby - Zolof the Rock And Roll Destroyer (Die while dressing up to please a baby?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EE. NOT SATISFIED. WHAT WILL YOUR LIFE BE LIKE IN FUTURE?&lt;br /&gt;Translating The Name - Saosin ( I GIVE UP. THIS IS USELESS.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;101 posts.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10406816-4617736979930417976?l=my-unknown-destiny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-unknown-destiny.blogspot.com/feeds/4617736979930417976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10406816&amp;postID=4617736979930417976' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10406816/posts/default/4617736979930417976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10406816/posts/default/4617736979930417976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-unknown-destiny.blogspot.com/2007/08/from-wan-tings-blog-similar-to-what-ive.html' title=''/><author><name>Danetta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17842517314412205387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-10406816.post-8879191618075858164</id><published>2007-08-17T16:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-17T16:48:45.728+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>AHAHA got this from Berenice blog. SO CUTE! but why does she make her mouth like that everytime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/In5uec02E8U"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/In5uec02E8U" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANOTHER ONE! AHAHAAH. after the last part she should have said the right way though!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/In5uec02E8U"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/In5uec02E8U" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10406816-8879191618075858164?l=my-unknown-destiny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-unknown-destiny.blogspot.com/feeds/8879191618075858164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10406816&amp;postID=8879191618075858164' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10406816/posts/default/8879191618075858164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10406816/posts/default/8879191618075858164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-unknown-destiny.blogspot.com/2007/08/ahaha-got-this-from-berenice-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>Danetta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17842517314412205387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-10406816.post-4014935568593508696</id><published>2007-08-13T15:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-13T16:54:39.011+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#999999" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Dominant Thinking Style: Modifying&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#CCCCCC"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatsyourthinkingstylequiz/modifying.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Super logical and rational, you consider every fact available to you.&lt;br /&gt;You don't make rash decisions and are rarely moved by emotion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You prefer what's known and proven - to the new and untested.&lt;br /&gt;You tend to ground those around you and add stability.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatsyourthinkingstylequiz/"&gt;What's Your Thinking Style?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Friend is Not Fake&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/isyourbestgirlfriendfakequiz/fake-1.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have a true friend - and you're smart enough to know you're lucky to have such a great friendship.&lt;br /&gt;So let your friend know that you really appreciate all she's done for you... and for keeping it real!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/isyourbestgirlfriendfakequiz/"&gt;Is Your Best Girl Friend Fake?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Vibe Is Somewhat Sexy&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatkindofsexygirlvibedoyouhavequiz/somewhat-sexy.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a good day, you're the sexiest woman in the world&lt;br /&gt;But on a bad day, you can't help but feel a little average&lt;br /&gt;Try to remember the times you've felt the sexiest...&lt;br /&gt;And keep that attitude even on the worst of days&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatkindofsexygirlvibedoyouhavequiz/"&gt;What Kind of Sexy Girl Vibe Do You Have?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Make a Good First Impression&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatkindoffirstimpressiondoyoumakequiz/impression-2.gif" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You probably are making a much better impression than you realize.&lt;br /&gt;Social situations can be a bit awkward for you at times, and you tend to over think what you say and do.&lt;br /&gt;If you make a social faux pas, you remember it a lot longer than anyone else does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just relax and do your best. There are little things you can do to improve your social image.&lt;br /&gt;Express more of an interest in the people around you, and be a good listener.&lt;br /&gt;The secret of fascinating people is that they find everyone else fascinating!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatkindoffirstimpressiondoyoumakequiz/"&gt;What Kind of First Impression Do You Make?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDDD" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Intrapersonal Intelligence Score: 70%&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/howdoesyourintrapersonalintelligenceratequiz/intelligence-4.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your Intrapersonal Intelligence is High&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have a great understanding of who you are, and your place in the world.&lt;br /&gt;You know what path you're on. And you are excited about your future.&lt;br /&gt;You're always deepening your inner knowledge and introspection. And enjoying it every step of the way.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/howdoesyourintrapersonalintelligenceratequiz/"&gt;How Does Your Intrapersonal Intelligence Rate?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEE9E9" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;Reeses Peanut Butter Cups&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFAFA"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatkindofcandyareyouquiz/peanut-butter-cups.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very popular, one of you is not enough.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatkindofcandyareyouquiz/"&gt;What Kind of Candy Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDDD" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are Not a Cheapskate&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/areyouacheapskatequiz/cheapskate-2.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When it comes to money, you're very fair.&lt;br /&gt;You're generous when you can be, and you never cheat anyone out of what they deserve.&lt;br /&gt;If you have the money, you enjoy splurging. But you never overspend.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/areyouacheapskatequiz/"&gt;Are You a Cheapskate?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#999999" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Movie Of Your Life Is A Black Comedy&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#CCCCCC"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/ifyourlifewasamoviewhatgenrewoulditbequiz/black-comedy.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In your life, things are so twisted that you just have to laugh.&lt;br /&gt;You may end up insane, but you'll have fun on the way to the asylum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your best movie matches: Being John Malkovich, The Royal Tenenbaums, American Psycho&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/ifyourlifewasamoviewhatgenrewoulditbequiz/"&gt;If Your Life Was a Movie, What Genre Would It Be?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#CCCCCC" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are Bert&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDDD"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/thesesamestreetpersonalityquiz/bert.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Extremely serious and a little eccentric, people find you loveable - even if you don't love them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are usually feeling: Logical - you rarely let your emotions rule you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are famous for: Being smart, a total neat freak, and maybe just a little evil&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How you life your life: With passion, even if your odd passions (like bottle caps and pigeons) are baffling to others&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/thesesamestreetpersonalityquiz/"&gt;The Sesame Street Personality Quiz&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not neat..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;In 1993 (the year you were born)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whathappenedtheyearyouwerebornquiz/baby.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bill Clinton becomes president of the US&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A powerful bomb explodes in an underground parking garage beneath the World Trade Center, killing six&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ruth Bader Ginsburg becomes the second woman on the Supreme Court&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Congress passes the Family and Medical Leave Act&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The North American Free Trade Agreement is ratified&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yasir Arafat and Yitzchak Rabin sign a peace accord on the White House lawn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bill Clinton signs the Brady Bill into law&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toronto Blue Jays win the World Series&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dallas Cowboys win Superbowl XXVII&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Montreal Canadiens win the Stanley Cup&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jurassic Park is the top grossing film&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sinead O'Connor stirs up controversy when she rips up a picture of the Pope on Saturday Night Live&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I Will Always Love You" by Whitney Houston spends the most time at the top of the US charts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers ends its 11-year run&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beavis and Butthead, Late Night with Conan O'Brien, and Frasier premiere&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whathappenedtheyearyouwerebornquiz/"&gt;What Happened the Year You Were Born?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Style is Classy&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/isyourdatefashionstyleclassysassyortrashy/classy.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You've got class, and you know how to put together a guy catching outfit&lt;br /&gt;You're more likely to shop at Bloomie's than bebe&lt;br /&gt;For your style is looking like a million bucks...&lt;br /&gt;And you're always do with your fantastic yet feminine wardrobe&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/isyourdatefashionstyleclassysassyortrashy/"&gt;Is Your Date Fashion Style Classy, Sassy, or Trashy?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDDD" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are 55% Selfish&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/howselfishareyouquiz/selfish-3.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are quite balanced. You are able to compromise when it's in the best interests of those involved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you're no pushover. If something is important to you, you'll get it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/howselfishareyouquiz/"&gt;How Selfish Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#CCCCCC" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are 44% Lady&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDDD"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/areyoualadyquiz/lady-3.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're part lady, part modern woman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Etiquette is important to you, but you brush aside rules that are outdated or silly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/areyoualadyquiz/"&gt;Are You A Lady?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Will Be a Modern Bride!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatkindofbridewillyoubequiz/modern-bride.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While you aren't ready to throw away all wedding traditions, you want a wedding with a twist&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're more inspired by celebrity weddings on E! than from bridal magazines&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whether this means getting married on the beach barefoot or a mariachi band for the reception...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your wedding will be a blend of old and new - white dress cocktail, personalized vows, whatever suites you!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatkindofbridewillyoubequiz/"&gt;What Kind of Bride Will You Be?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#CCCCCC" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Star Wars Name And Title&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDDD"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/starwarsnameandtitlegenerator/swname.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your Star Wars Name: Danle Tasin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your Star Wars Title: Eelcho of Yaj&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/starwarsnameandtitlegenerator/"&gt;What Is Your Star Wars Name and Title?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eh why not Danetta?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are a Bit Prissy&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/howprissyareyouquiz/prissy-2.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From time to time you can be a princess, but these days, who isn't a little high maintenance?&lt;br /&gt;You know what you want, and you're definitely not afraid to ask for it.&lt;br /&gt;(Just refrain from having a temper tantrum if you don't get your way!)&lt;br /&gt;There's nothing wrong with having high standards... as long as they're occasionally low enough to allow spontaneity and fun!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/howprissyareyouquiz/"&gt;How Prissy Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Should Wear an Orange Bikini&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatcolorbikinishouldyouwearquiz/orange-bikini.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're the kind of girl who usually likes to leave more to the imagination... a bikini isn't really your style.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, once in a while you find a bikini so unique and stylish that you just have to wear it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatcolorbikinishouldyouwearquiz/"&gt;What Color Bikini Should You Wear?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#999999" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What Your Dreams Mean...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#CCCCCC"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatdoyourdreamsmeanquiz/good.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your dreams seem to show that you're a very well adjusted and happy person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall, you are very content in your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have a very vivid imagination and a rich creative mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatdoyourdreamsmeanquiz/"&gt;What Do Your Dreams Mean?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#999999" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; 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font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are 60% Healthy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/howhealthyisyourdietquiz/healthy-3.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your diet is healthier than the average American diet - but that's not saying much!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You already know what's good for you. Just eat more of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/howhealthyisyourdietquiz/"&gt;How Healthy Is Your Diet?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are a Little Anal Retentive&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/areyouanalretentivequiz/retentive-2.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so you're occasionally uptight,  but it's not like you fill your day with little OCD rituals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You just like to exercise a little control over your life, and that's usually a good thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As long as you limit your anal retentive ways to your own behavior, you're not annoying anyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deep down, most people are exactly like you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/areyouanalretentivequiz/"&gt;Are You Anal Retentive?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDDD" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are 64% Shy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/howshyareyouquiz/shy-4.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are a very shy person, and it has started to impact your life in a negative way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you can avoid human contact, you usually do. And as a result, you miss out on a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/howshyareyouquiz/"&gt;How Shy Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are 28% Scary&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/doyouscareoffmenquiz/scary-2.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You scare men off ocassionaly, but only very weak men.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're a normal woman. You're not perfect, but you're pretty darn close.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/doyouscareoffmenquiz/"&gt;Do You Scare Off Men?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#CCCCCC" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your 2006 Summer Anthem Is&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDDD"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatsyour2006summeranthemquiz/crazy.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatsyour2006summeranthemquiz/songs/crazy.php"&gt;Crazy by Gnarls Barkley&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I remember when, I remember, I remember when I lost my mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was something so pleasant about that phase&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even your emotions had an echo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In so much space"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatsyour2006summeranthemquiz/"&gt;What's Your 2006 Summer Anthem?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#CCCCCC" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; 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OMG OMG OMG LOOK AT THE TIME.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10406816-4014935568593508696?l=my-unknown-destiny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-unknown-destiny.blogspot.com/feeds/4014935568593508696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10406816&amp;postID=4014935568593508696' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10406816/posts/default/4014935568593508696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10406816/posts/default/4014935568593508696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-unknown-destiny.blogspot.com/2007/08/your-dominant-thinking-style-modifying.html' title=''/><author><name>Danetta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17842517314412205387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-10406816.post-1302939899815637132</id><published>2007-08-13T14:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-13T14:53:24.943+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#CCCCCC" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;What You Really Think Of Your Friends&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDDD"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatdoyoureallythinkofyourfriendsquiz/friends.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xinqi is your soulmate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You truly love Leia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You consider DANETTA your true friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know that Jane is always thinking of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'll remember Jiya for the rest of your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You secretly think Gor is creative, charming, and a bit too dramatic at times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You secretly think that Cheryl is colorful, impulsive, and a total risk taker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You secretly think that Yu Tan is loyal and trustworthy to you. And that Yu Tan changes lovers faster than underwear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You secretly think Kimberlyn is shy and nonconfrontational. And that Kimberlyn has a hidden internet romance.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatdoyoureallythinkofyourfriendsquiz/"&gt;What Do You Think of Your Friends?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AHAHAHAHHAA&lt;br /&gt;YU TAN CHANGES LOVERS FASTER THAN UNDERWEAR! DOES SHE NOT HAVE UNDERWEAR?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate it when..I use the com more than I intended to&lt;br /&gt;I hate it when..I fall sick and cant train&lt;br /&gt;I hate it when..I don't feel like training&lt;br /&gt;I hate it when..people accuse me of something i didn't do&lt;br /&gt;even though I ALREADY explained beforehand but they just COULDN'T UNDERSTAND.&lt;br /&gt;I hate it when..I don't know where the RS minutes are and don't remember taking it &lt;br /&gt;even though I was SUPPOSED to take it.&lt;br /&gt;I hate it when..I have something that's almost PERFECT for me,&lt;br /&gt;but then I know it'll be STRIPPED away.&lt;br /&gt;I hate it when..I can't control my temper&lt;br /&gt;I hate it when..your hates cause you to write out your hates&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10406816-1302939899815637132?l=my-unknown-destiny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-unknown-destiny.blogspot.com/feeds/1302939899815637132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10406816&amp;postID=1302939899815637132' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10406816/posts/default/1302939899815637132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10406816/posts/default/1302939899815637132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-unknown-destiny.blogspot.com/2007/08/what-you-really-think-of-your-friends.html' title=''/><author><name>Danetta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17842517314412205387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-10406816.post-2960777704750063251</id><published>2007-08-12T18:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-12T18:09:20.924+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>who knew mucus came by the toilet rolls.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10406816-2960777704750063251?l=my-unknown-destiny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-unknown-destiny.blogspot.com/feeds/2960777704750063251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10406816&amp;postID=2960777704750063251' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10406816/posts/default/2960777704750063251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10406816/posts/default/2960777704750063251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-unknown-destiny.blogspot.com/2007/08/who-knew-mucus-came-by-toilet-rolls.html' title=''/><author><name>Danetta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17842517314412205387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>
