<?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-20681509</id><updated>2011-04-22T11:59:02.568+08:00</updated><title type='text'>me.weird.funny.confusing.me</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azarathgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20681509/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azarathgirl.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20681509/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>interning-to-be-servant-of-God</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00890760164571594562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>228</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20681509.post-9108588692269781469</id><published>2008-11-05T16:38:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T16:40:17.185+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hey :D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha. i just heard this song for the first time but i'm in love with it :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;go listen! the lyrics are really nice :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hj7LRuusFqo&amp;feature=related&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lyrics: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;525,600 minutes, 525,000 moments so dear. 525,600 minutes - how do you measure, &lt;br /&gt;measure a year? In daylights, in sunsets, in midnights, in cups of coffee. In &lt;br /&gt;inches, in miles, in laughter, in strife. In 525,600 minutes - how do you &lt;br /&gt;measure a year in the life?&lt;br /&gt;How about love? How about love? How about love? Measure in love. Seasons of &lt;br /&gt;love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SOLOIST 1&lt;br /&gt;525,600 minutes! 525,000 journeys to plan. 525,600 minutes - how can you measure &lt;br /&gt;the life of a woman or man?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SOLOIST 2&lt;br /&gt;In truths that she learned, or in times that he cried. In bridges he burned, or &lt;br /&gt;the way that she died.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;COMPANY&lt;br /&gt;It’s time now to sing out, tho the story never ends let's celebrate remember a year in the life of friends. Remember&lt;br /&gt;the love! Remember the love! Remember &lt;br /&gt;the love! Measure in love. Seasons of love! Seasons of love.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20681509-9108588692269781469?l=azarathgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azarathgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/9108588692269781469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20681509&amp;postID=9108588692269781469' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20681509/posts/default/9108588692269781469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20681509/posts/default/9108588692269781469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azarathgirl.blogspot.com/2008/11/hey-d-haha.html' title=''/><author><name>interning-to-be-servant-of-God</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00890760164571594562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20681509.post-7857164761316117830</id><published>2008-11-01T07:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-01T08:05:20.966+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>shucks. realize how long i haven't been posting. &lt;br /&gt;anw.&lt;br /&gt;i really really cannot comprehend why on earth they are still keeping us in school when all we're doing is well. um. pretty much not entirely essential. and kind of boring. but i suppose it is kind of fun playing monopoly in class. and chinese chess :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha actually the only thing i really want to post today is:&lt;br /&gt;you watch dramas/ fanfics/ wtv. and they always say stuff like &lt;br /&gt;"Why do you always think you're right?" &lt;br /&gt;and i think i have a pretty logical answer:&lt;br /&gt;because no one goes into an argument thinking they're wrong.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20681509-7857164761316117830?l=azarathgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azarathgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/7857164761316117830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20681509&amp;postID=7857164761316117830' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20681509/posts/default/7857164761316117830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20681509/posts/default/7857164761316117830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azarathgirl.blogspot.com/2008/11/shucks.html' title=''/><author><name>interning-to-be-servant-of-God</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00890760164571594562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20681509.post-3652146268335749575</id><published>2008-09-08T21:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-08T21:45:26.741+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>heees &gt;&lt; haven't posted in a while. hehe. random quiz. really fun :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Next to each number, write only the name of the person who fits.&lt;br /&gt;2. Answer one question with one name.&lt;br /&gt;3. Don't tell the questions to anyone who isn't doing the meme. (aka i cant send you the questions unless you promise to do it!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.Hannah (lois!)&lt;br /&gt;2.umm..mei you!&lt;br /&gt;3.hmmm. oh! hees i dunno nigel hendroff! the coool hillsong guitarist!&lt;br /&gt;4.Karen&lt;br /&gt;5.Rachel Yek!&lt;br /&gt;6.Claire MOK!&lt;br /&gt;7.Irina&lt;br /&gt;8.oops. this has to be someone NOT in my school. ah. um. Maeann?&lt;br /&gt;9.GOD :D haha ok um. realistically kez i guess :D&lt;br /&gt;10.! TZE YUAN!&lt;br /&gt;11.Nicole&lt;br /&gt;12.Danetta&lt;br /&gt;13.Irina. oops xD shes appearing alot!&lt;br /&gt;14.Joong/Leia&lt;br /&gt;15.LEIA!!!! DEFINATELY LEIA!&lt;br /&gt;16.um. renci!hehe irony.&lt;br /&gt;17.cherylho&lt;br /&gt;18.WAN XIN!!!&lt;br /&gt;19.Melina&lt;br /&gt;20.Jonathan&lt;br /&gt;21.uhh hehs. jazlyn? but not seriously.&lt;br /&gt;22.umm. i know some people who could name a few x\&lt;br /&gt;23.ahhh. hees none. &lt;br /&gt;24.ohh dr.ng hehs&lt;br /&gt;25.*raises brow* ummmmmmmm. Yelin? OH LYDIA!&lt;br /&gt;26. sorry.uh completely incapable. &lt;br /&gt;27.ooh. can't answer. God?&lt;br /&gt;28.uhhh. LEIA&lt;br /&gt;29.um? There are people i might CONSIDER but no one very seriously. and i don't think i should tell you either cos that wouldn't be very smart.&lt;br /&gt;30. hees :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20681509-3652146268335749575?l=azarathgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azarathgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/3652146268335749575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20681509&amp;postID=3652146268335749575' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20681509/posts/default/3652146268335749575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20681509/posts/default/3652146268335749575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azarathgirl.blogspot.com/2008/09/heees-havent-posted-in-while.html' title=''/><author><name>interning-to-be-servant-of-God</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00890760164571594562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20681509.post-1154566114882943468</id><published>2008-08-14T22:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-14T22:52:04.083+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>rahh i think i just like pmsed for like the first time ever D: what IS pmsing anw? &gt;&lt; eeps! but it didn't last long anyway. D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i &lt;3 levites sooo much! or more anyway :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20681509-1154566114882943468?l=azarathgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azarathgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/1154566114882943468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20681509&amp;postID=1154566114882943468' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20681509/posts/default/1154566114882943468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20681509/posts/default/1154566114882943468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azarathgirl.blogspot.com/2008/08/rahh-i-think-i-just-like-pmsed-for-like.html' title=''/><author><name>interning-to-be-servant-of-God</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00890760164571594562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20681509.post-3772797901406921566</id><published>2008-08-12T18:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-12T18:05:11.464+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>D: I am SUPREMELY upset because microsoft hotmail is making my computer lag like mad and i CAN'T EVEN CHECK MY MAIL!!!!! D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yet on the other hand- meeting hsiao chu at MPP, and like talking about ugly green blazers, stilettos and a certain *ahem* scandelous person, going to island creamery and laughing throughout :D i think that there are no other people that i would rather be doing MPP with :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so thank you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DID DAILY BREAD TODAY! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i SHALL learn to love your word :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20681509-3772797901406921566?l=azarathgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azarathgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/3772797901406921566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20681509&amp;postID=3772797901406921566' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20681509/posts/default/3772797901406921566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20681509/posts/default/3772797901406921566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azarathgirl.blogspot.com/2008/08/d-i-am-supremely-upset-because.html' title=''/><author><name>interning-to-be-servant-of-God</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00890760164571594562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20681509.post-4190477058171847675</id><published>2008-08-11T12:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T12:46:07.037+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>D:&lt;br /&gt;people who KEEP changing their blog URL are IRRITATING &lt;br /&gt;that includes YOU ANGELINE x|&lt;br /&gt;hehe. ever since i ran out of blanko, (which is about since friday)&lt;br /&gt;my math worksheets (since math is about the only thing i've been doing since friday)&lt;br /&gt;have strange black boxes appearing everywhere!&lt;br /&gt;hehe. because i just color out all my mistakes in a black box. hehe&lt;br /&gt;and it looks kind of strange- like aliens attacked and cut out pieces of my paper or something, but it looks kind of cool at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it IS possible to delude yourself into thinking you like someone (more than like friend like) right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay. that would probably be too much shoujo manga &gt;&lt; not something i'm proud of admittedly, but high school debut is just too good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AHHHHH NONONONONONO QTQTQTQTQTQTQT! rahh. i am like inspired to be a cool guitarist. but FIRST, someone teach me the blues scale!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and STOP CHANGING BLOG URLS PEOPLE. it's IRRITATING&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20681509-4190477058171847675?l=azarathgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azarathgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/4190477058171847675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20681509&amp;postID=4190477058171847675' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20681509/posts/default/4190477058171847675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20681509/posts/default/4190477058171847675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azarathgirl.blogspot.com/2008/08/d-people-who-keep-changing-their-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>interning-to-be-servant-of-God</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00890760164571594562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20681509.post-26045219566454602</id><published>2008-08-10T21:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-10T22:01:10.682+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hey :D &lt;br /&gt;i kind of feel a bit lost. like stuck in limbo. in a don't know where to go from here. kind of feeling. EVEN though i know there's so much ahead of me. then again no. it's more of a feel an urge/need to do something but am not really sure what to do. and it has to be a SOMETHING other than homework.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the more i hear like really good guitarists, the more i admire them and the more i want to learn to be able to play like that. &gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kind of semi-stressed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had to miss worship today. like DRAGGED. ok fine not really. but prevented from going by my mom. i'm worried i'm developing a worship bias.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i think i'm starting to be like self delusional&lt;br /&gt;ahwell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D i dunno. am i taking things a LITTLE too seriously? &lt;br /&gt;ehhh have PONNED a LOT of qt. and that's like SERIOUSLY NOT NOT NOT NOT GOOD ahhh. x| seriously. almost one week. and i need to get back to him. like worship qt worship qt worship qt&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20681509-26045219566454602?l=azarathgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azarathgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/26045219566454602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20681509&amp;postID=26045219566454602' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20681509/posts/default/26045219566454602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20681509/posts/default/26045219566454602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azarathgirl.blogspot.com/2008/08/hey-d-i-kind-of-feel-bit-lost.html' title=''/><author><name>interning-to-be-servant-of-God</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00890760164571594562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20681509.post-1797854291974388282</id><published>2008-07-31T18:44:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-31T19:00:38.780+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ahhh. blogger is making me post in a weird font &gt;&lt; ahh well. &lt;br /&gt;talked to yih hui on the bus. WHY is it that she seems to know more about shirim exco than I do? ah well. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realized. that like. my thinking has changed a lot. in like the past two months. I used to be thinking that okay lah hand over would be quite cool, with like our batch taking over and stuff. but now like. I DON'T WANT TO NOT HAVE SENIORS i don't want to be the oldest. AND i like my seniors just fine. ahhh BU YAO. BUYAOBUYAOBUYAOBUYAOBUYAO. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess this is all part of growing up? I still need to be more responsible though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and Hannah (LOIS NG) if you EVER read this: i LOVE desert song :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but rahh.  i think it was pretty cool, during like YF worship last week. He like kind of like taught/ reminded me something really important: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm here to worship him.&lt;br /&gt;and like all i want to do and should do is worship him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that one worship felt so right. For the first time. it just felt right. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;someone teach me the smartest way to photocopy a booklet&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20681509-1797854291974388282?l=azarathgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azarathgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/1797854291974388282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20681509&amp;postID=1797854291974388282' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20681509/posts/default/1797854291974388282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20681509/posts/default/1797854291974388282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azarathgirl.blogspot.com/2008/07/ahhh.html' title=''/><author><name>interning-to-be-servant-of-God</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00890760164571594562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20681509.post-2966761433115588085</id><published>2008-07-21T19:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-21T19:30:21.729+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hello :D haha i really haven't blogged in quite a while. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;quite some things have happened:&lt;br /&gt;guitar auditions&lt;br /&gt;exco nominations&lt;br /&gt;uh. haha nothing else?&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah celebrated my b'day with my cell :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah. recently i've been starting to wonder if i can do it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TRUST GOD.&lt;br /&gt;shikata ga nain deshou.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20681509-2966761433115588085?l=azarathgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azarathgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/2966761433115588085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20681509&amp;postID=2966761433115588085' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20681509/posts/default/2966761433115588085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20681509/posts/default/2966761433115588085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azarathgirl.blogspot.com/2008/07/hello-d-haha-i-really-havent-blogged-in.html' title=''/><author><name>interning-to-be-servant-of-God</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00890760164571594562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20681509.post-7759885192163784015</id><published>2008-07-10T21:21:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-10T21:43:29.798+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hey :D&lt;br /&gt;today was an earthwormy day. D:&lt;br /&gt;you see, it rained in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;and we had PE&lt;br /&gt;and we had to run on the track.&lt;br /&gt;which surrounds the field (For all the non rgs people)&lt;br /&gt;and when it rains&lt;br /&gt;earthworms get flooded out of the field onto the track&lt;br /&gt;where they squiggle about in puddles&lt;br /&gt;and so it was like&lt;br /&gt;walk a few steps, jog a bit. meet puddles&lt;br /&gt;see three or four earthworms everywhere&lt;br /&gt;scream a bit. stare in grotesque amazement&lt;br /&gt;try to avoid them and jump over.&lt;br /&gt;then repeat whole cycle again :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm other than that, today was kind of crappy boring.&lt;br /&gt;all the humans-ie subjects.&lt;br /&gt;ooh. got scolded during math &gt;&lt; NOT MY FAULT I DID THE WORK SHEET OK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then oh man. History was SOOOO GOOOD. Like seriously. we watched this video on the French Revolution. and i kind of few sad that we're not studying it in depth. Because it is so cool :D as in you can seriously see like the strength and power of the people. And as in it really IS so interesting :D haha but quoting mak mak "kill kill kill, very fun meh?" like lol. xD ok. i'm not sadistic. as in i just look beyond the deaths i guess?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then FOTL. RAHH.&lt;br /&gt;i guess i just naturally guitar +drum+piano too fast&lt;br /&gt;like its this ever recurring issue that i seem v. rushed/too fast when i play. \i need to learn to take it nice and slow.&lt;br /&gt;i guess oh... i wanna find the album sing to the sky.&lt;br /&gt;the singer sounds really good :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FINISHED GOKUSEN II&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;KAMEKAMEKAMEKAMEKAMEKAMEKAMEKAME&lt;br /&gt;kya~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; but hehe YAY going to band concert :D symphonies and bands ROCK the craziest thing today during history. cos the video had really COOL BG music. i almost felt like conducting &gt;&lt;chiaki&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;met JX on 105 today. talked abit. &lt;br /&gt;SPEAKING OF 105. CRAPPY 105 it took like HALF AND HOUR TO COME!!!and during the waiting period, there was like 4 190s. (i've had like up to like 7 before but 4 is stilll bad enough)&lt;br /&gt;and THREEE 502s. like *FUME FUME FUME*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ooh video convoed with rachel (TALL PERSON) yesterday, and it was soo fun :D&lt;br /&gt;video convo with like kezia was fun too :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm going for P&amp;D.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHY IS BLOGGER RANDOMLY DELETING PARTS OF MY POSTS?! BAD BAD BAD BAD BAD BAD BLOGGER &gt;&lt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20681509-7759885192163784015?l=azarathgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azarathgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/7759885192163784015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20681509&amp;postID=7759885192163784015' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20681509/posts/default/7759885192163784015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20681509/posts/default/7759885192163784015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azarathgirl.blogspot.com/2008/07/hey-d-today-was-earthwormy-day.html' title=''/><author><name>interning-to-be-servant-of-God</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00890760164571594562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20681509.post-3632273088858821178</id><published>2008-07-09T22:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-09T22:54:22.323+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>RAHH. its scary to discover that people actually do read my blog, despite all the random bad posting &gt;&lt; but ok nevermind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;up till yesterday, people who have the combi trip science history, have 6 PTS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;English&lt;br /&gt;Chinese&lt;br /&gt;Math&lt;br /&gt;Biology&lt;br /&gt;Chemistry&lt;br /&gt;Social Studies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and if  you're in JAP and GB&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;international badge&lt;br /&gt;home badge&lt;br /&gt;Jap oral project&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so that's like 9 "projects" &gt;&lt;&gt;&lt; thats just plain mean.&lt;br /&gt;my mom can be so naggy sometimes. like NOW.&lt;br /&gt;but ah well &gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;had piano lesson today &gt;&lt; i feel so mean not practicing for three weeks (NOTE: DON'T mention this to my piano teacher if you know her)&lt;br /&gt;yay :D but its like 2 days more to the ONE WEEK HOLIDAY. which would be spent doing PTs and PRAC-ing piano like mad. Like seriously.&lt;br /&gt;AHHHHHHH tomorrow got KAO CHA. NOOO~&lt;br /&gt;yay. but the jap girl's coming soon :D i'm looking forward to it :D hope its going to be fun&lt;br /&gt;but i feel kind of sad. as in like.. i dunno i feel that i'm just drifting closer to like two specific people. namely because of beliefs. and what we choose to spend our time doing. IF i were to turn into a fujoshi who was just heck obsessed with like YAOI, BL, alice nine, and altogether SICK WRONG BAD NASTY THINGS, and if i were to just watch/ read PWP and stuff like that, and turn into an otaku, then i'm sure my "GAN QING" with them would be fine. would be flourishing in fact. but that's NOT what i want to do. Because it's not right. I know that.. God knows that. its difficult sometimes, but i HAVE to do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ooh can't wait for cell. like first time in two weeks :D *grins*&lt;br /&gt;OH NO. my BIO PT DRAFT is like sitting in chad evans locker. and there really isn't much point in handing in like a draft now since i don't have time to read/ edit. RAHHH. what AM i doing? *panicks*&lt;br /&gt;math today was screwed. Yet i wasn't panicking. it was like after math:  "ok, i'm so screwed, i'm totally going to fail" *smiles calmly*&lt;br /&gt;but afterwards, after shirim, when waiting for 105, i was contemplating. and it felt heavy. like i didn't do it properly or i didn't work hard enough &gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whee! etiquette tomorrow &gt;&lt; its going to be interesting. HEHEHE&lt;br /&gt;and anyway. i think i'm really sleep-deprived. like seriously. i dunno. and then i seriously seriously contemplate the fact that i might have to live like this for like the next 3 1/2 years of my life. and i realise that that kind of sucks. rahh.&lt;br /&gt;why can't they make the EVIL office people start work at like 7:20 and end at like 5:30 ~6 (CCA) instead. and give us office hours. like 9 to 5. i think the world would be more democratic that way :D&lt;br /&gt;fallacies are fun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok i've been totally ranting but NEVERMIND i guess. &gt;&lt; OOH took height n weight TODAY. so completely unexpected. if someone had like warned me/ told me, i would have eaten LESS CHOCOLATE YESTERDAY~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20681509-3632273088858821178?l=azarathgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azarathgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/3632273088858821178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20681509&amp;postID=3632273088858821178' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20681509/posts/default/3632273088858821178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20681509/posts/default/3632273088858821178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azarathgirl.blogspot.com/2008/07/rahh.html' title=''/><author><name>interning-to-be-servant-of-God</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00890760164571594562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20681509.post-1345671051619828718</id><published>2008-07-05T11:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-05T11:18:40.326+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>okay, before i start on my PROPER blog post, i declare that i WILL start doing my homework/piano at twelve am. AFTER watching hannnah montannah &gt;&lt; okay, i feel like a kid again. but THATS OK :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm what was i going to post on? ahh. right! hmmm i guess talking to hannah really helped, i've like seriously let go. MIRACULOSLY. like seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok i really don't have anything to blog on... HMM. yeah. well BYE&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20681509-1345671051619828718?l=azarathgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azarathgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/1345671051619828718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20681509&amp;postID=1345671051619828718' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20681509/posts/default/1345671051619828718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20681509/posts/default/1345671051619828718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azarathgirl.blogspot.com/2008/07/okay-before-i-start-on-my-proper-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>interning-to-be-servant-of-God</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00890760164571594562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20681509.post-6622263300507788690</id><published>2008-06-28T22:24:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-28T22:26:09.902+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm happy :D i recieved like a package from my host family :D with stuff and all :D&lt;br /&gt;but i think i LOST my pair of hollow boots &gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;upset about that.&lt;br /&gt;it's like not at home or in class......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20681509-6622263300507788690?l=azarathgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azarathgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/6622263300507788690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20681509&amp;postID=6622263300507788690' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20681509/posts/default/6622263300507788690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20681509/posts/default/6622263300507788690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azarathgirl.blogspot.com/2008/06/im-happy-d-i-recieved-like-package-from.html' title=''/><author><name>interning-to-be-servant-of-God</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00890760164571594562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20681509.post-5420974684691115182</id><published>2008-06-26T19:02:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-26T19:30:04.804+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;"You are not a God dependent on mortal man&lt;/em&gt;"-you are God alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sang this during FOTL and i guess it really helps me- what with worrying about how much our batch is CMI-ing and all. God's not dependent on us. It doesn't matter what we say/said during our interview, who we picked/chose. Because God knows who's right to do it, and he'll put all the right people in all the right positions regardless of whether we have pick the right person or not.&lt;br /&gt;So i should stop being a worry wart. because worry-warts are irritating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wahaha, FOTL was fun today, because we like "celebrated" ms wongs birthday. okay, i am kind of doubtful as to whether what we did can actually be considered a celebration. But it felt like one. So THERE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realised that there are like MULTIPLE MULTIPLE benefits to bringing my camera to school everyday. i have some very good clips :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chinese. i guess i am kind of resigned to the fact that although i don't like chinese, i will have to learn it because:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-i AM a chinese.&lt;br /&gt;-there are benefits in the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah but reason one is more important. so. YAY weekends COMING:D&lt;br /&gt;i still can't accept the fact that for the NEXT THREE YEARS. sorry- three and a half years, i will have to wake up early.&lt;br /&gt;i don't have high requirements. i JUST NEED to wake after 7:30. but i'm not even getting that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*huffs and pouts*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ooh michelle (tan) came back today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got this from angeline :D and i LIKE doing quizzes. so there :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;have you ever seen a miracle happen in your life?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm. that depends entirely on your definition of a miracle. OOH I KNOW.&lt;br /&gt;the fact that i managed to like finish 2.4 this year. it's not going to happen next year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;what is the thing you want most now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahhh.... Ph.D?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;what are the goals you want to achieve in your life?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;deeper relationship with God&lt;br /&gt;Ph.D!!!&lt;br /&gt;surgeon/doctor/psychologist/sociologist?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;if you had one wish, what would it be?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that, everyone in the world ( INCLUDING ME) would know how much God loves them and love him back:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;what are you afraid of losing right now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my above 3 GPA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Do you belive in eternal love?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;God loves me a LOOOOTTT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he is eternal.&lt;br /&gt;THERE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;If you meet someone, would you confess to him/her?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this has GOT to be said in japanese.&lt;br /&gt;告白されたい～&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;what do you really want now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;uh....japanese style dinner&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;what type of people do you hate most?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ummm... i'll know when i see them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;would you cherish every friendship you have?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the close ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;what if you are tired of everything, would you give up?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;theoratically yes. but i would like to say no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;what do you think is the most important &lt;u&gt;thing&lt;/u&gt; in your life?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know i should say my bible or something.&lt;br /&gt;but realistically: my bed/guitar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;what do you want your friendships to be like?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;deep?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;what country do you wish to go to now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JAPAN, JAPAN an JAPAN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;if you feel low one day, who would you go to?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate to say this, but i probably wouldn't go to a HUMAN person EVER&lt;br /&gt;it would be God&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;will you give up everything for the person you love?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmm.&lt;br /&gt;i would like to think that i would give up everything for God if i ever had to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;if you have the permission to destroy someone or something, what would it be?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;power.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;if one day, your loved one is going to be run-over by a vehicle, would you save the person by risking your life?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i would save the person, but i would find a smarter way to do it that doesn't involve risking my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;what would be your next birthday and birthday gift be like?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;normal i guess. i'm not really a birthday party kind of person.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;people who are tagged (8 people)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;cheryl ho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DORA&lt;br /&gt;tiffany&lt;br /&gt;kezia&lt;br /&gt;veronica&lt;br /&gt;anyone else who wants to do it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20681509-5420974684691115182?l=azarathgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azarathgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/5420974684691115182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20681509&amp;postID=5420974684691115182' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20681509/posts/default/5420974684691115182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20681509/posts/default/5420974684691115182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azarathgirl.blogspot.com/2008/06/you-are-not-god-dependent-on-mortal-man.html' title=''/><author><name>interning-to-be-servant-of-God</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00890760164571594562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20681509.post-3504877372809734043</id><published>2008-06-22T21:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-22T21:48:38.603+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>あっ忘れちゃった。実は、日本語で、ブログポストやっては難しいことではないよ。簡単じゃ。まあ簡単ではないんけど、とっても難しくないんよ。そして、先書いたポストとこのポスト、たぶん間違えてところいっぱいあったよ。まいいや。レゴラース超かっこいいじゃ。あっそうだ～アンジェリンさんの彼氏についてもっと知りたいんなぁ。何かおもしろそうなぁ。とりあえずLOTR!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20681509-3504877372809734043?l=azarathgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azarathgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/3504877372809734043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20681509&amp;postID=3504877372809734043' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20681509/posts/default/3504877372809734043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20681509/posts/default/3504877372809734043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azarathgirl.blogspot.com/2008/06/lotr.html' title=''/><author><name>interning-to-be-servant-of-God</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00890760164571594562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20681509.post-5182914818665879784</id><published>2008-06-22T21:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-22T21:40:35.837+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>went for like my first youth service for SOOO long. i'm coming back. i want to FIGHT and make my way back to HIM. something's lacking. in worship. and i DON'T KNOW WHAT. that's just plain frustrating. ooh Joanne showed us LOTR during her sermon today :D the two towers. and i'm watching it now on DVD. i kind of miss it :D it's soooo cool. like reminiscing. went for like EXPENSIVE EXPENSIVE lunch at PARAGON today. aragon's so cool &gt;&lt; swoons~ i want to watch a few shows right now:&lt;br /&gt;Gundam&lt;br /&gt;Hanakimi (japanese)&lt;br /&gt;ROOKIES~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;hnnn... uhh.. MAYBE gokusen 2 because of KAME&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and there are still songs i want:&lt;br /&gt;キセキ&lt;br /&gt;虹&lt;br /&gt;蝶&lt;br /&gt;o2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha- all jap songs. okay, i really change topic VERY frequently. back to worship. its seriously lacking. ok, i know i really shouldn't be the one saying this, but i really think it's quite true. and its the congregation. EITHER we're not ON FIRE enough, OR we are like too busy bothering about image and don't dare to jump, kneel, lift our hands for him. Or maybe a multitude of other reasons. i don't know. I wish there was some way for the spirit of the worship team to just spread and reach to the rest&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm. did some stupid things today. Got kind of upset over silly stuff as well. ah well. watching the battle of helms deep. it's one of my favourite :D along with the one at ISENGARD and the FINAL BATTLE during return of the king. ok bye. things just got good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20681509-5182914818665879784?l=azarathgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azarathgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/5182914818665879784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20681509&amp;postID=5182914818665879784' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20681509/posts/default/5182914818665879784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20681509/posts/default/5182914818665879784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azarathgirl.blogspot.com/2008/06/went-for-like-my-first-youth-service.html' title=''/><author><name>interning-to-be-servant-of-God</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00890760164571594562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20681509.post-4578076072856258535</id><published>2008-06-21T12:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-21T12:18:41.734+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yay :)&lt;br /&gt;i like my new blog skin. Dad's planning to repaint my wall today. anyway. ONCE A WEEK. that's going to be my limit. For what you don't need to know. I realize that i'm a lot less responsibile than your usual sec three. ah well. rahh i really don't think i'm musically gifted. I'm just lucky. I owe him an apology. a LOT of apologies to a certain someone. I hope i can change for that person's sake.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20681509-4578076072856258535?l=azarathgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azarathgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/4578076072856258535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20681509&amp;postID=4578076072856258535' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20681509/posts/default/4578076072856258535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20681509/posts/default/4578076072856258535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azarathgirl.blogspot.com/2008/06/yay-i-like-my-new-blog-skin.html' title=''/><author><name>interning-to-be-servant-of-God</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00890760164571594562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20681509.post-2735133733873835819</id><published>2008-06-20T16:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-20T16:32:44.402+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>学校も始めたなぁ。昨日悪かったよ。理科の授業でも、社会授業でも、中国語授業でも、なぜか超眠かったよ。今のだめカンタービレ見ているよ。千秋くんが大スキ！イケメンよ！本当のイケメン＊きゃ～＊今日、部活のみんな写真撮ったよ。ちょっとバカだけど、部活のユーニフォムの帽子を持って忘れちゃった。でもケージァさんが帽子を貸してくれたよ！本当によかったなぁ。いつもほかの人からのメールを待って気持ちは悪いなぁ。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20681509-2735133733873835819?l=azarathgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azarathgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/2735133733873835819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20681509&amp;postID=2735133733873835819' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20681509/posts/default/2735133733873835819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20681509/posts/default/2735133733873835819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azarathgirl.blogspot.com/2008/06/blog-post_20.html' title=''/><author><name>interning-to-be-servant-of-God</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00890760164571594562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20681509.post-5649319431951191949</id><published>2008-06-19T21:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-19T21:50:27.337+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>after serious consideration, i realized that ever since i entered secondary school, i've probably eaten meals on my own 2.5 times more often than i eat meals with my family. Lunch is definately ALWAYS not at home on school days. Dinner. snorts. even IF it's at home, its alone. Breakfast- at home, but alone. in school-u, trying to consume it as fast as possible. If Kimiko DID come to Singapore, she WOULD probably think me as かわいそう and さびしい as Wei Te. Because if you consider it carefully, there really isn't TOO much of a difference between having dinner on your own outside, and having dinner on your own at home. In fact, i rather eat out. After all, though it's more expensive, i get to CHOOSE what i want to eat, AND the food is probably better ( this is debatable). hnnn. And they blame me for not wanting to communicate with them and secluding myself to my own world. hmmm. well. i think i have a serious love-hate relationship with emotional attachments. They can be good and bad. well i guess that's enough. There's stuff i have to do. I can't sit here waiting like some puppy. I have things i NEED to do. Things i HAVE to do. WHY does photo taking in FULL U have to be tomorrow? couldn't the photographers just WAIT till like MONDAY? i will NOT go emo and depressed. That's just dumb.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20681509-5649319431951191949?l=azarathgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azarathgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/5649319431951191949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20681509&amp;postID=5649319431951191949' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20681509/posts/default/5649319431951191949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20681509/posts/default/5649319431951191949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azarathgirl.blogspot.com/2008/06/after-serious-consideration-i-realized.html' title=''/><author><name>interning-to-be-servant-of-God</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00890760164571594562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20681509.post-8477974677732891965</id><published>2008-06-16T18:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-16T18:54:01.740+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>帰ったよ。日本から、浜松から、北中から、内山家族から、留学生の生活からー帰った。かえちゃった。いやだ～もう一回内山家族と北中のみんなに会いたい。も学校へ行きたくないよ勉強いっぱいし、宿題いっぱいし、学校へ行きたくない。も早く起きたくない。どうしよう。でも今、なにかちょっと部活へ行きたくない。だったらー部活の友達は一緒にキャンプをやったよ。私しか行かなかった。だから、みんなもっと何かーもっといい仲良しになった私だけーこんな一緒にキャンプやったことがない。でもまいいや。日本、浜松、内山家族、これは私自分の体験だ。自分の特別な体験。イェイ新しいパソコン&lt;strong&gt;大好き&lt;/strong&gt;だよ。うれしかったな。いやだ。二日間あとで、学校へ帰りなきゃ。もう一回会いたい。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20681509-8477974677732891965?l=azarathgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azarathgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/8477974677732891965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20681509&amp;postID=8477974677732891965' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20681509/posts/default/8477974677732891965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20681509/posts/default/8477974677732891965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azarathgirl.blogspot.com/2008/06/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>interning-to-be-servant-of-God</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00890760164571594562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20681509.post-4819549769262664288</id><published>2008-05-24T21:43:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-24T21:46:23.972+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>still can't believe i'm going to Japan. For a HOMESTAY. TOMORROW. in less than 24 hours. but i think i'm going to need to go on a sugar high, because for one: i don't know anyone there and i'm going to need to make friends. and two: my host sister is apparently shy. so yeah. i NEED to be enthusiastic. Going to miss two weeks-almost three, of church. and i'm going to ATTEMPT to finish about 110&lt; questions on balancing equations, and about.... 16 pages on stoichiometry. so. i feel bad about chem. as if i cheated myself. as if i should have studied harder. Because i really DO like the subject, and i don't want to be substandard at it. but there's a LOT i have to work on. more than just stoichiometry and blancing equations. there's like seperation techniques, acids and bases, things like that. oh gosh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20681509-4819549769262664288?l=azarathgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azarathgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/4819549769262664288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20681509&amp;postID=4819549769262664288' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20681509/posts/default/4819549769262664288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20681509/posts/default/4819549769262664288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azarathgirl.blogspot.com/2008/05/still-cant-believe-im-going-to-japan.html' title=''/><author><name>interning-to-be-servant-of-God</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00890760164571594562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20681509.post-4170621157423314740</id><published>2008-05-20T21:10:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-20T21:38:09.077+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hnn&lt;br /&gt;GOING TO JAPAN :D&lt;br /&gt;finished SHPS CAMP&gt;&lt; i swear i was a super HORRIBLE MENTOR and i feel really bad to my group about it, especially those having their first and last time, but i still love all of them anyway.had a lot of fun in those ten minutes, lying on the floor of the parade square and camwhoring with rachel when we were supposed to be collecting and picking up the basketballs. and watching Joong smash rachel on the head with a water bomb, watching sherlyn pour water on rachel, watching margie empty her bottle of water on rachel's head and watching rachel and tze yuen get her back :D all the fun. and all the while staying dry.&lt;br /&gt;i don't know why i like my science teachers so much this year. i think the fact that i'm taking TRIPLE science is getting to me. its UBER fun to be able to do what you like to do. nicole and i can't wait for the day when we have THREE SCIENCE LABS on the same day.&lt;br /&gt;not in a row of course-sadly. but still-satisfying enough. considering bugging mr evans so that he'll let us see the centrifuging machine that supposedly exists in the bio lab. CHEM PRAC WAS SOOO FUN TODAY :D but i swear doing a practical in front of dr ng is SCARY. especially when you have no idea what on EARTH you're supposed to do, and she's just asking you these really penetrating questions with this WHAT ON EARTH ARE YOU DOING look. but it was fun afterwards when we were just like talking with her while waiting for our Y solution to evaporate to dryness, and while waiting for our Z to filter out. it was super fun :D&lt;br /&gt;and tiffany, i am NOT gushing.&lt;br /&gt;CAN't WAIT FOR SCHOOL TO BE OUT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;p.s nicole and i have a secret dream to titrate chocolate to find the golden ratio of chocolate to whatever else. she wants to use caramel. i wanna use honey. and we want to like melt all the nutty chocolate we have at home, and then centrifugilate out the nuts because we BOTH don't like nuts in our chocolate. since i don't think chocolate will go through filter paper. and besides it would be more fun to centrifugilate. and i want to distill coke. or make my own coke. and then... hmm.. i want to have fun in the physics lab. like grab apparatus and measure arm swing angles. xD and then measure MY inertia. or something. and then basically like do stupid things in the labs. hmm. do you think chocolate crystallizes?but then i'll have to find a solvent and dissolve it right? then again... eew. and i wanna disect!!! ooh and i wanna examine my food under a microscope. ooh and perform FOOD TESTS :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;rahh. the fun one can have in the science labs. I WANNA SEE REVERSE CHROMATOGRAPHY OMG SO COOL :D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20681509-4170621157423314740?l=azarathgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azarathgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/4170621157423314740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20681509&amp;postID=4170621157423314740' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20681509/posts/default/4170621157423314740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20681509/posts/default/4170621157423314740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azarathgirl.blogspot.com/2008/05/hnn-going-to-japan-d-finished-shps-camp.html' title=''/><author><name>interning-to-be-servant-of-God</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00890760164571594562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20681509.post-7401634045521322459</id><published>2008-05-02T22:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-02T22:41:47.731+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>thanks to nicole's introduction, i'm starting to love mugging at libraries :D&lt;br /&gt;did like 7 hours of physics with nicole today :D&lt;br /&gt;ate at soup spoon, and this really nice chocolate cheesecake and bubble tea that nicole's dad bought for us. THANK YOU NICOLE's DAD :D&lt;br /&gt;and tiffany dropped by at the library to visit us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and we bought REALLY NICE CAKE. nicole has a really high metabolism. 8 cakes. thats all i shall say. OOH and we bought nina ricca- this REALLY nice perfume :D and we saw this loli. FULL- carrying a delphi even. like &gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OOHH and there was this SUPER CUTE ang moh guy. behavior wise. because nicole and i were sitting at this bench, and nicole's phone was on silent and ringing and flashing, and she was ignoring it because it was her tuition teacher, and then this random ang moh guy walked by, and pointed it out to her, and he was like all "phones ringing" in this really nice and funny tone. and then he walked off, because he was like in the middle of going somewhere with what looks like his girlfriend. and then we just laughed and talked about it. and we both could totally imagine mr. evans doing the exact same thing. too much science makes you crazy. nicole and i can relate like almost EVERYTHING to like science-mr. yang-the sad story of H+, NADP and ADP, and then mr evans, and then PV=nRT, and dr Ng, and increase in volume of gases, injecting enzymes or drinking HCL to speed up digestion, and random crazy things like that. but its all so fun :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Locker trouble. i felt super stupid. i was like nearly sitting on the floor, because the locked we used was the one right at the bottom. And i stuck the key in and turned it like 20 times at the very least and it didn't open- and i knocked my head on the open locked door while trying to get up. And then this other guy offered to help me try it (that was nice of him) but he tried it like two or three times and he couldn't.&lt;br /&gt;SO i had to go ask the security guard. and he stuck it in, turned it and it opened. with EASE. and i think he thinks i'm like some dumb bimb who can't open a locker. &gt;&lt; how embarassing. KEYS ARE BIASED ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but then being horrible at keys just goes right up there with the list of stuff i can't do. right next to drawing a perpendicular/ straight line that passes through two points perfectly. i want a Ph.D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20681509-7401634045521322459?l=azarathgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azarathgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/7401634045521322459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20681509&amp;postID=7401634045521322459' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20681509/posts/default/7401634045521322459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20681509/posts/default/7401634045521322459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azarathgirl.blogspot.com/2008/05/thanks-to-nicoles-introduction-im.html' title=''/><author><name>interning-to-be-servant-of-God</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00890760164571594562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20681509.post-2664064998263758021</id><published>2008-05-01T19:17:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-01T19:17:36.553+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>nicole ng, this is YOUR fault for getting me hooked on that pairing&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20681509-2664064998263758021?l=azarathgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azarathgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/2664064998263758021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20681509&amp;postID=2664064998263758021' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20681509/posts/default/2664064998263758021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20681509/posts/default/2664064998263758021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azarathgirl.blogspot.com/2008/05/nicole-ng-this-is-your-fault-for.html' title=''/><author><name>interning-to-be-servant-of-God</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00890760164571594562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20681509.post-4618589834220541529</id><published>2008-04-29T21:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-29T21:33:02.573+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>my mom just asked me what i am doing compiling notes for an exam thats tomorrow. and she's right. why AM i doing this now?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20681509-4618589834220541529?l=azarathgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azarathgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/4618589834220541529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20681509&amp;postID=4618589834220541529' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20681509/posts/default/4618589834220541529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20681509/posts/default/4618589834220541529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azarathgirl.blogspot.com/2008/04/my-mom-just-asked-me-what-i-am-doing.html' title=''/><author><name>interning-to-be-servant-of-God</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00890760164571594562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20681509.post-5931710225743189158</id><published>2008-04-27T20:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-27T20:43:47.079+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.nsf.gov/od/lpa/news/02/images/glacier_hi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.nsf.gov/od/lpa/news/02/images/glacier_hi.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; LOOK LOOOK. see that? the one who made that, and SOOO much more loves me. and he loves me more than the world :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've always wanted to say that. but because it's SOO true :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20681509-5931710225743189158?l=azarathgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azarathgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/5931710225743189158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20681509&amp;postID=5931710225743189158' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20681509/posts/default/5931710225743189158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20681509/posts/default/5931710225743189158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azarathgirl.blogspot.com/2008/04/look-loook.html' title=''/><author><name>interning-to-be-servant-of-God</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00890760164571594562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20681509.post-8903897162534146405</id><published>2008-04-27T20:23:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-27T20:24:47.569+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>rawr. bad blogger BAD BAD blogger. it deleted SOOO much of my previous post. miffed.   -^-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20681509-8903897162534146405?l=azarathgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azarathgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/8903897162534146405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20681509&amp;postID=8903897162534146405' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20681509/posts/default/8903897162534146405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20681509/posts/default/8903897162534146405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azarathgirl.blogspot.com/2008/04/rawr.html' title=''/><author><name>interning-to-be-servant-of-God</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00890760164571594562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20681509.post-3372747370460475863</id><published>2008-04-27T20:01:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-27T20:23:03.787+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;ok, i admit, i &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;suck, but only and mainly because i can't remember my blogger password. Thank goodness i haven't signed out since aeons ago, and i'm not planning to do so anytime soon. For some reason, i don't have the "AHH MYA IS COMING SOON!" feeling. hnns. something's wrong with me. mugged for like four hours today, and three hours yesterday. And for some reason that all feels like way too short. and i think i work really slowly. because. well, i did like FOUR hours of work and i only managed to finish TWO math worksheets, and like some chem. i suck don't i? &gt;&lt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;God grants wishes. kind of. the whole week i've been like thinking about your grace is enough, and occasionally singing everlasting God (chris tomlin)-even during cell right before worship. and we SANG IT FOR WORSHIP TODAY. My QT book has only ONE week left. :D YAY. i love finishing notebooks. because i somehow never see it as an ending, but a beginning and a chance to buy another nice pretty, new notebook. That's supposed to be how i see death right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;hooked onto your grace is enough. and it IS true. his grace IS enough. to bring me through anything. but when Ben ( i think) ( idon'tknow)(eyeswereclosed) decided to sing the pre-chorus again as in "so remember your people, remember your children, remember your promise oh God" and sing it slowly, it was like something you would sing when you're dying or at like a death. and not in a cheesy comparison way, but in a really realistic emotional way. but okay. i'm blabbering. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Musicians can be so cute. or maybe i have a funny definition of cute. but i really did find it quite cute when like qingying put her pick between her teeth while plucking, because she had a really cute expression. and cheok sticking out his tongue with this &gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;IF i could react to like God the way i react to jap. let me just tell you how i react to jap. like i am like seriously weird about it. Everytime i even HEAR something that sounds remotely japanese, i stop and turn and look. no matter WHAT it is. and when i spot Japanese tourists, i always like follow for a while. (IDONOTHAVESTALKERTENDENCIES) i just really love to hear them speaking jap. now if onyl i could react to God that way. hnn. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;ooh. mulanxShang is such a CUUUTE pairing. *swoons* he totally has the broad shoulders muscular and sweet thing going. even if he is a little blur at times, but that just makes him cute. rawr. in real life, guys are never that sweet or ideal. &lt;strong&gt;unfortunately.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;color:#ffcccc;"&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/20681509-3372747370460475863?l=azarathgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azarathgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/3372747370460475863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20681509&amp;postID=3372747370460475863' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20681509/posts/default/3372747370460475863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20681509/posts/default/3372747370460475863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azarathgirl.blogspot.com/2008/04/ok-i-admit-i-god-grants-wishes.html' title=''/><author><name>interning-to-be-servant-of-God</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00890760164571594562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20681509.post-5242524327005476742</id><published>2008-04-04T23:25:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-04T23:27:53.845+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ahh. Berenice was right- this really is TOOO cute xD and it kind of reminds me of berenice XD but WHATEVER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/mEW8Y6iICuE&amp;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/mEW8Y6iICuE&amp;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/20681509-5242524327005476742?l=azarathgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azarathgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/5242524327005476742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20681509&amp;postID=5242524327005476742' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20681509/posts/default/5242524327005476742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20681509/posts/default/5242524327005476742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azarathgirl.blogspot.com/2008/04/ahh.html' title=''/><author><name>interning-to-be-servant-of-God</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00890760164571594562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20681509.post-5051277360127882664</id><published>2008-04-02T22:24:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-02T22:31:31.628+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#6600cc;"&gt;my mom is getting all excited over typing on my blog. chased her away on the grounds of impersonation. somewhere last week i think, i decided that i wanted to buy a &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PURPLE CAR&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;when i grow up. not like the gay purple, but the deep indigo kind thats a really nice shade. i realised that the top four colors that i like are actually: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BLUE &lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;PURPLE&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;GOLD&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PINK&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#6600cc;"&gt; and i bet all the people who know me are going to go like *WOW her inner bimbo side is coming out* but whatever. pink IS a very nice color if you get the right shade, so SUE me. after hearing that apparently in the past, traditional wedding gowns weren't white, but BLUE PURPLE GOLD which is COOL! because i realised that i liked these three colors. i'm sorry RACHEL! the tall one i haven't had time to send you the pictures from st pats day, which was more than 14 days ago. i'll like do it soon &gt;&lt; &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/20681509-5051277360127882664?l=azarathgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azarathgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/5051277360127882664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20681509&amp;postID=5051277360127882664' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20681509/posts/default/5051277360127882664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20681509/posts/default/5051277360127882664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azarathgirl.blogspot.com/2008/04/my-mom-is-getting-all-excited-over.html' title=''/><author><name>interning-to-be-servant-of-God</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00890760164571594562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20681509.post-6559309726227327573</id><published>2008-04-02T22:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-02T22:22:50.793+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#6600cc;"&gt;haha. looking back on my post on 23rd feb. that week really is shaping up to be one of the most important weeks in my life. and undoubtedly, one of the best as well. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#6600cc;"&gt;1)Missions night- gave me a better idea and experience in terms of what is required in practicing for worship and as a set drummer in a band overall, and besides, it was GREAT cell bonding&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#6600cc;"&gt;2)Jap interview- don't know if i've mentioned this at all but i got in:) and it really is God's blessing. I mean out of the 30++ people who applied, only 18 got in, and i know i messed the interview, so it really HAS to be God's blessing. Mom belives that they were so appauled that someone who could get like 80% overall on paper exams had such poor oratorical ability and so they decided to send me there to improve. or something like that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#6600cc;"&gt;3)Piano exam- this is REALLY God's blessing. *think large cheshire cat like grin* i got distinction.  barely of course. for grade 6. but its like 0-0 i thought i was doomed. but God really pulled me through, and like showed me the true extent of his blessing. because i know my standard, and frankly, on my own, i am not the grade 6 distinction kind of person. i mean to all those piano geniuses out there, it probably isn't much, but to me, it's like WOW. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#6600cc;"&gt;so it's just history left. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#6600cc;"&gt;But that aside. he's blessed me so much :) given me so many things i don't deserve. and now i'm all the more motivated to serve him in anyway, with the best that i can do. But i think i need to remember not only to love and thank him through the good times only, but the bad ones as well, and always remember his great love and blessings :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#6600cc;"&gt;have heard some TERRIBLE rumors regarding the math exam, and i realized that i did something really silly during the last question, but ah wells. what is done is done. but apparently someone in my class scored FULL MARKS for the math paper ( i bet it's carissa) so... hmm.. don't know what to think about that. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#6600cc;"&gt;I love batch 09. my batch. it's great frankly, and i think this year really showed like GREAT PROGRESS in our bonding. Now if only that would happen in cell. but i'm sure God has his own plans. JUNE CAMP JIA YOU OK&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;. undoubtedly i am sad that i won't be there in that period of make-or-break for our batch, but i really hope that everything will go smoothly, and although there's this certain tinge and longing in me at the knowledge that by the time i get back from Japan, the batch is going to be a lot more bonded, and i would have missed something special, i think that God has something in store for me to learn or experience in Japan. Otherwise he wouldn't have let me get into immersion. So i'm going to trust him on this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;.I think i'm gettting a lot more self secure in the fact that God loves me and thats all that matters. i still have to watch my mouth and behavior though &gt;&lt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;thank you God. for loving and blessing me so greatly :)      &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/20681509-6559309726227327573?l=azarathgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azarathgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/6559309726227327573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20681509&amp;postID=6559309726227327573' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20681509/posts/default/6559309726227327573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20681509/posts/default/6559309726227327573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azarathgirl.blogspot.com/2008/04/haha.html' title=''/><author><name>interning-to-be-servant-of-God</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00890760164571594562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20681509.post-7748831329447381556</id><published>2008-03-19T09:04:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-19T09:18:57.843+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;oh man. i think i'm really losing focus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;but ah well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Thinking about it, God really has blessed me so much. Missions night. Leading FOTL. Jap immersion. Life in general.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;i swear i'm overobsessive over titration. Since i was first introduced to it, i've done it...over eleven times already. and the thing is i've only had two actual lab lessons. the rest was all extra time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I only just realized how much i actually am affected by other people's treatment of me. And this really shouldn't be the way. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;got book 5 of rangers apprentice! :D large large grin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;love it. but i want book 4. and the pairings are a little predictable but ok. i love the way will and horace are when they're together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;cantata's coming up. i hope it goes successfully.cancel that. I know it will. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;ST PATS DAY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I love shirim :D like honestly. It's so much fun but :( can't imagine what will happen when batch 08 leaves. Shirim will be so small :( and i'll be so sad. cos then shirim will be reduced to like:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Joong Yan Kezia Me Rachel Yih Hui Diane Deborah letitia and two other sec one pipers :( &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;wahh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;i don't want that to happen soon. I want batch 08 to stay. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;but God really did bless st pats day. What with no rain and all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;MARCH CAMP. although it was short it was SOOO FUN.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;got to know like some sec 2s- Sarah Amanda Meng Hao. So fun xD &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;and sec 1s!&gt; Yu Teng, keertanah ( i think i spelt it wrong) and Xin Hui. They're a LITTLE too quiet though&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I'm starting to love my batch more and more :) and i think we're getting more bonded, and CRAZIER TOO! which is goood. in a weird sort of way. Night surprise. Had to act calm, when all the time i was like squeezing phi and holding on to Sherlyn (thanks by the way, I LOVE YOU SHERLYN). and i think trying to suppress my fear just made the after effects worst.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;JOY! MUST START ON JUNE CAMP QT and finish fast ok!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;ah well. life is one big jumble. and i'm just trying to ride the highs right now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;IF my english teacher ever saw this, she would KILL me for like of paragraphing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;IT is only after doing titration that you realize how many shades green comes in. And how purple looks deceptively like grey and vice-versa. and how blue has green in it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;How could i not have realized how much you love me? And how could i not have appreciated and reciprocated it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20681509-7748831329447381556?l=azarathgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azarathgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/7748831329447381556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20681509&amp;postID=7748831329447381556' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20681509/posts/default/7748831329447381556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20681509/posts/default/7748831329447381556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azarathgirl.blogspot.com/2008/03/oh-man.html' title=''/><author><name>interning-to-be-servant-of-God</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00890760164571594562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20681509.post-1401366091501151313</id><published>2008-02-23T08:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-23T09:08:38.673+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i haven't posted in almost... 2 months already. well:D i have reason to post now don't i? my "scary" week is like finally over. History, piano exam, jap interview and missions night. History was decent- a little narrative but decent. Piano. *snorts* i messed my scales because i guess i was nervous, and didn't manage to warm-up. and then. my sight reading. played super slowly. and then i saw that the dynamics was written as andante. and then after that-my aural. my sight singing was a bit out the first time. The second time was ok. My section 6D. i think he felt that i was very stupid for a sixth grader. he only asked me one question on period, and i go it SO wrong, even when he hinted. i'm so smart right? Jap interview- i have the most regrets. I was too nervous i think, so both my grammar and vocabulary was horrible. and after i left the exam room, i was thinking of all the sentence structure and words that i could have used. So MEGA regret. missions night went a bit better than expected though. as in like i messed up the mian bao song abit, and stopped completely for a while after i tried to do this fill in and then lost my beat. but other than that it was ok i guess. i was so surprised when i saw that the missions night was on Japan. Went out for prata at thomsons after that :D so overall i guess it was a pretty ok day and week. well anyway, depending on how it kekka turns out, this is going to be either the best and worst week of my life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20681509-1401366091501151313?l=azarathgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azarathgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/1401366091501151313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20681509&amp;postID=1401366091501151313' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20681509/posts/default/1401366091501151313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20681509/posts/default/1401366091501151313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azarathgirl.blogspot.com/2008/02/i-havent-posted-in-almost.html' title=''/><author><name>interning-to-be-servant-of-God</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00890760164571594562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20681509.post-2838285227633315786</id><published>2008-01-06T21:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-06T21:17:16.852+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>heya (: well- 2008 is finally here :D&lt;br /&gt;and the new year has been not bad so far, and like: I AM A SEC THREE!&lt;br /&gt;sorry. over excited. and well-yeah. I thank God really, so far the year of 2008 has been good- spiritually, and i just hope it can and will continue that way :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;really motivated to improve my jap. you know why? because yesterday when we were leaving jap class, kezia and i saw this jc girl rush into the class, and then she started chattering off in fluent japanese with the sensei, and i am EXTREMELY sure that she is FULL SINGAPOREAN (or at least she looks like it) so that's the standard i really want to achieve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yeah. realize now how far behind i am in playing the guitar. i could  BARELY bar on the acoustic. which means two things: i either borrow Joong's acoustic really often to practice OR i buy my own. GRAH. but honestly. i need to improve. Mainly for my own satisfaction if anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hope my fingers harden soon. Today's sermon really drove something into my head: that satan really only can tempt us. the decision to sin really is all ours. which makes me feel all the more guilty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on the subject of school, i know this sounds oddly controversial, but i really just want them to stop all the: getting-to-know-you-on-the-first-lesson/week-of-school-thing. i want them to START TEACHING ALREADY. i guess cos people keep saying that sec-three is a challenge, and i somehow feel determined to face it, overcome it, and come up on top.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and- I GOT CHAD EVANS FOR BIO. as in the american guy that is like the cutest male teacher in our school. but besides that. He had better be a good bio teacher anyway, or i'll still be irked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the remembrance that i'll have to do philo and RS again this year is just dragging down my spirits. and SL is worrying me. sigh. ah wells.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am truly worried for Levites. But i really really hope that God will bring us through safely, and i think he will, if we pray and believe, because the "priests" of the company have to be strong to keep the company strong. That is my belief. So he will tide us through as long as we believe and trust.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20681509-2838285227633315786?l=azarathgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azarathgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/2838285227633315786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20681509&amp;postID=2838285227633315786' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20681509/posts/default/2838285227633315786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20681509/posts/default/2838285227633315786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azarathgirl.blogspot.com/2008/01/heya-well-2008-is-finally-here-d-and.html' title=''/><author><name>interning-to-be-servant-of-God</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00890760164571594562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20681509.post-3144075689199217137</id><published>2007-12-23T12:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-23T13:06:21.375+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;wah hoo!!! long awaited cg "retreat" (really, why is it called a retreat when like we barely rested, and in fact, it really is an outing. but ah well. that is NOT the point)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;it was really fun. i mean like practically the perfect day(s)&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;-we kind of stretched on to the next morning but sHHH! my parents CANNOT know that! &gt;.&lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;i mean this was a basic itenary of what happened:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;drum class &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(WAHHAHAHAHA. i can now play harder to breathe by maroon 5, and am learning this love by maroon 5 as well. it's super fun and super cool! I swear i love mr. anthony for picking such cool songs.)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;ESCAPE! (as in the theme park lah duh.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;STEAMBOAT-ish thing. i love pork :) and yes. i know i am such a glutton.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;DESSERT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;WII-games cooking mama xD &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;Movie + durian! &gt;.&lt; ( i bet matthew has a lot of durian in his fridge now)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;anyway, it was seriously SOO extremely fun, and good for bonding. but seriously:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:180%;"&gt;MATTHEW&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;!!!&lt;/span&gt; if you read this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"&gt;Really THANK YOU SO MUCH for going to so much expense to like plan and pay so much for us so that everything went smoothly :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;yeah. anyway, escape was ok lah :) singapore really needs an indoor theme park with a good rollercoaster, but that's not the point. HAUNTED HOUSE. it was super funny if you think about it. The girls were so freaked out that before we even reached the main part, we were already screaming and like holding things up till the attendants there were like: can you move on and not hold things up?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;and then. when we finally mustered up the courage to enter the main area: We just ran through the whole thing, not seeing anything at all, and like screaming. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;i even dropped my hp on the way and had to get one of the workers there to find it for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;The guys. even funnier. i seriously wish that we had waited, i mean it would have been totally worth it to see what they were doing. according too justin (who was the only one not freaked out) they were like holding hands tightly and screaming. like xD i wouldn't mind remaining in that place a little more just so i can see that. and according to justin, matthew was gripping his shoulders so tightly in fear. like lol. amusing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;and then... ahh.... DURIAN! oh man. seriously, the durian was GOOODDD!!! like completely bittersweet and wonderful. dessert was amusing-like we had this water drinking competition. I WON!! xD ok. yeah, and then we watched a movie! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;embarassingly, i fell asleep, and managed to sleep through the whole movie, but woke up immediately after the movie ended. like grahh. then&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;we (shh don't tell mum and dad) played cards from like 4 a.m to like 7 a.m because i slept from like 2-4 am. which was when we were watching the movie. so in the following order, we played these games:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;GERMAN BRIDGE &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;BLACK JACK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;BRIDGE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;*Retarded* &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i.e: asshole&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; taiti. (is that how you spell it?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;and i swear, Floyd is SCARY when it comes to card games. like super scary. he is either really lucky or really talented. i'm telling you if he bothered to count properly, his german bridge score would be like around 8-9, never falling into the negative region. Black jack, he did pretty ok, and Bridge, well he didn't play. although me, matthew, melina and joey did. first round the pairings were me and matthew, and melina and joey. second round we chose not to play, because, well, the card distribution was horrible. but if we had played on, it would be joey and i partnered against matthew and melina. last round was matthew and i against melina and joey. with like 10-4. unfortunately,we lost. so yeah. but it was fun :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;*retarded taiti* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;FLOYD IS SCARY! yeah. he won King for like 3 times in a row. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;the first round he won on his own lah duh. first round i got QUEEN! second round, he remained king lah duh. i got a horrible hand, fell to asshole. then third round. like &gt;.&lt; &lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;SOMEBODY SEND ME THE PICS THAT WE TOOK, especially that of Josiah sleeping xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;Also, i think we all seriously feel bad for like making matthew pay so much :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;oh and matthew gave us christmas cards. I think what i like best about matthew's cards so far is that he's always bothered to find like a suitable verse from the bible each time, and it really motivates me to do likewise for like the christian people that i know, because these verses might be God's way of speaking to us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;now looking back on it, i think that i shouldn't have like apprroached him about that in that way. it was rude of me in a way, and overly nosy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;while waiting for bleach and kekkaishi, found a new j-drama to watch: gokusen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20681509-3144075689199217137?l=azarathgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azarathgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/3144075689199217137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20681509&amp;postID=3144075689199217137' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20681509/posts/default/3144075689199217137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20681509/posts/default/3144075689199217137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azarathgirl.blogspot.com/2007/12/wah-hoo-long-awaited-cg-retreat-really.html' title=''/><author><name>interning-to-be-servant-of-God</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00890760164571594562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20681509.post-8508228181890746875</id><published>2007-12-17T22:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-17T23:04:22.304+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;waah. i just realised i have so many horrifyingly embarrassing typos when i blog. BLEARGH. the next thing they should add, other than an auto save, is an auto word check. like honestly. *fumes* the mistakes that i make are so... well.. basic that they are mortifying, especially when they are the ones that involve spelling errors. those are the worse. Times New Roman is such a boring font. Don't you think so?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;There. Is this better. OOH! this is the font that Blogger uses for its website. coolios. so much prettier.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;hmm. so fun to try everything. nah. this is too.. plain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;what's this. urgh. it looks like a typewriter. i'll only like this when it is on my typewriter, or when i'm writing a book, because it looks professional!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;this? nah. it looks kind of like times new roman. just less square.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;hmm. what's the difference. i don't see any. do you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;this? seriously, there is no difference other than the thickness of the font. of course i'm sure the creators of the individual fonts are just waiting to meet me and point out every miniscule difference that can be seen through a microsope. but to me, it looks the same. so there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;Verdana. ah yes. this is a classic. it looks like the font used on ffnet. But i don't think it is. then again, maybe it is. aiyah. i am indecisive. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;font-size:130%;"&gt;And this is, of course, the font where you have completely no idea what you're writing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20681509-8508228181890746875?l=azarathgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azarathgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/8508228181890746875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20681509&amp;postID=8508228181890746875' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20681509/posts/default/8508228181890746875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20681509/posts/default/8508228181890746875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azarathgirl.blogspot.com/2007/12/waah.html' title=''/><author><name>interning-to-be-servant-of-God</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00890760164571594562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20681509.post-8915177459744764237</id><published>2007-12-17T22:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-17T22:56:06.542+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;*mini-celebrations:D* this is my 200th blog post. yay. at leasts i haven't dumped and abandoned my blog (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Followed winston's side suggestion about putting God first in my life. Did daily bread first thing in the morning. It's kind of weird, because like well... just a few moments i found my self thinking: daily bread! Then it occured to me, like: oh wait. I've done it already right? Who knew that one day could feel so long. But now, i might need to find a different source of daily bible verses, cause i dunno.. i feel the need to do it two times a day, because one just isn't enough. Like.. Well.. yeah. doing one in the morning just doesn't last long enough for a whole day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Dad's in thailand now. Praying that God will keep him safe. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Anyway. i realised, that the bad thing about the song My Glorious, is that after you've heard it a first time, and you know about the sudden stop (Which really is one of the surprisingly many things that can send adrenaline pounding through me) you start counting and waiting for it, and anticipating it. Or at least i do. And now, i know exactly when it's coming ( on the hillsong +delirious version) of course maybe it's just me. And this is of course a reflection on how many times i've listened to My Glorious over the past few days. But yeah. so i hope that for everyone who has sung/is going to sing the song My Glorious for worship, that their first time is going to be with great musicians, and during a great worship where God's presence is there. Because the first time you experience the sudden stop, it's like: *Wow* or at least for me. so yeah. i hope others get to experience it during a great worship as well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Waah. wasted the whole of today. sighs. by wasted i mean just sat there the whole day and watched jin pai bing ren &gt;.&lt; &lt;strong&gt;Will &lt;/strong&gt;devote myself to physics. and reading newspapers, and then the day after, i plan to rent a yamaha studio. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;cos like i wanna practice the drumming song. i am determined to be able to play it at the actual speed by saturday. funnily enough, the version of harder to breathe that i found online right, seems a lot slower than the one we played to in class. oh yeah, and i want to find out about what they did with the old rubber sets... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;anyway. must find out how to get to escape from the mrt. ): nevermind. i am a decently intelligent girl. I hope. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;YAY! I AM LEARNING TO PARAGRAPH MY POSTS BY TOPIC. my english teacher must be so proud of me xD ok that was lame. but honestly. i didn't use to paragraph for blog posts. i just used to dump it in one hard to read chunk. ah well. sayonara. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I think i need to post in a bigger font. hmms.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;There. Is this better? I hope it is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20681509-8915177459744764237?l=azarathgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azarathgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/8915177459744764237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20681509&amp;postID=8915177459744764237' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20681509/posts/default/8915177459744764237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20681509/posts/default/8915177459744764237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azarathgirl.blogspot.com/2007/12/mini-celebrationsd-this-is-my-200th.html' title=''/><author><name>interning-to-be-servant-of-God</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00890760164571594562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20681509.post-7011730896377241378</id><published>2007-12-16T22:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-16T22:07:23.298+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>*moans*This is bad. i need either a good dose of quick fluff right now, or a lot of encouraging bible verses. whichever is more readily available. or i might need both too. grahh. and mum's emo korean drama in the background is not helping. i don't need emoness and misunderstandings and emotional blackmail and confusing plots. i just need plain old fashioned fluff.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20681509-7011730896377241378?l=azarathgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azarathgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/7011730896377241378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20681509&amp;postID=7011730896377241378' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20681509/posts/default/7011730896377241378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20681509/posts/default/7011730896377241378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azarathgirl.blogspot.com/2007/12/moansthis-is-bad.html' title=''/><author><name>interning-to-be-servant-of-God</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00890760164571594562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20681509.post-3447448306253636758</id><published>2007-12-16T16:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-16T16:43:34.762+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>heya :D&lt;br /&gt;i'm so glad that Claudia came for service today! The only things is, Melina woke up late and didn't come :( and i'm afraid i didn't do a very good job of making her feel welcome, and including her into like activities and everything. (IF YOU SEE THIS CLAUDIA, i'm sorry! &gt;.&lt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah, but it was great to finally get together as one cg again, and sharing like our experiences, over the past week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm honestly glad for Dora and Beatrice who b0th really felt God during their trip to Israel. (: especially for Beatrice. Hope that she will continue developing her gift. (;&lt;br /&gt;And then during the sermon, altar call, i'm glad that many of them responded as well. especially one unexpected one which i'm all the more happy for.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. (: CG "RETREAT!" why it is called a retreat is beyond me, since a retreat is supposed to be restful, and this is just going to be more hyperactive fun i'm sure. But seriously, i am totally looking forward to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ooh. i wonder whether Yu Xin has come to a decision/ plan on going back to our kindergarten. I WANNA BUY CANDY CANE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has come to my realisation that my blog really is kind of extremely purplish. Ah well. I shall keep it till i get welll.. sick of purple or something. then i'll move on to my next shade. probably red. like crimson, dark red. like the deep red shade that looks so nice on velvet. hehe. ok random.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But i like purple. It's like the colour of royalty( in my opinion), and i mean purple and gold? totally gorgeous together. i love colours, and i honestly strongly believe that every colour has a shade that it looks absolutely, stunningly, attractively beautiful in, and that it also has a "partner" colour that it looks gorgeous with. Maybe more than one. Like black. It goes so well with so many things. Like black and baby pink, black and red, black and purple, black and orange. etc. it's really ust about finding that one (or two or three) beautiful shades.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20681509-3447448306253636758?l=azarathgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azarathgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/3447448306253636758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20681509&amp;postID=3447448306253636758' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20681509/posts/default/3447448306253636758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20681509/posts/default/3447448306253636758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azarathgirl.blogspot.com/2007/12/heya-d-im-so-glad-that-claudia-came-for.html' title=''/><author><name>interning-to-be-servant-of-God</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00890760164571594562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20681509.post-2223665531680127241</id><published>2007-12-15T14:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-15T14:34:18.249+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>heya. looks like my blog isn't functioning completely normally yet. You need to refresh once to get to the new skin. anw.&lt;br /&gt;DRUMS TODAY WAS SUPER COOL! we're learning maroon 5's harder to breathe. its super fun and i should be able to play it with some practice. The only difficult thing really is the speed! :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20681509-2223665531680127241?l=azarathgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azarathgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/2223665531680127241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20681509&amp;postID=2223665531680127241' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20681509/posts/default/2223665531680127241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20681509/posts/default/2223665531680127241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azarathgirl.blogspot.com/2007/12/heya.html' title=''/><author><name>interning-to-be-servant-of-God</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00890760164571594562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20681509.post-2970210895146488046</id><published>2007-12-14T20:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-14T21:02:33.227+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ELATED!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;whoots. finally got my blog template to co-operate(: yay. Go me. nah lah. but still... elated. grahh. joong yan is off to.. TAIWAN &gt;.&lt; saw her for only like two days- during shirim practice on weds and during fancy drill prac on thurs. I wanna learn tenor. seriously. it looks fun, and besides i don't think i'm cut out to be a good snare. but ah well. I don't mind staying as a snare, because snare drumming IS fun, and it helps my set drumming. But i have to memorize the score for the sweet maid of glendaruel. Actually it's pretty easy to memorize. The only thing i have trouble with is the unisons. still ah well. yay. hello fast approaching weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S SERIOUSLY! JUST TELL US WHAT CLASS WE ARE IN ALREADY!&lt;br /&gt;woohoo. cool. i am going to be UPPER SEC next year. sounds so cool. and i'll be- what- 15! oh dear. i feel old.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20681509-2970210895146488046?l=azarathgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azarathgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/2970210895146488046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20681509&amp;postID=2970210895146488046' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20681509/posts/default/2970210895146488046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20681509/posts/default/2970210895146488046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azarathgirl.blogspot.com/2007/12/elated-whoots.html' title=''/><author><name>interning-to-be-servant-of-God</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00890760164571594562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20681509.post-8102001604950425729</id><published>2007-12-14T20:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-14T20:26:38.972+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oh man. i really DO like your servants. nuts. i hope i'm not obsessing for the wrong reason. But i don't think i am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brought my bro out to mos burger. He was actually not irritating. But i swear i am becoming more and more broke daily :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MUAHAHAHAHA drum class tomorrow. hehehe. oh. saw mr. anthony practising on wednesday when i went to rent a studio. Seriously, the amount of effort needed to become a good drummer, and the amount of dedication, is, well, a lot. Unless you're like really naturally talented, which i am not. But he was just sitting there, reading score from this book, and with the metronome on, and he was playing bass drum beats in like what.. eights? and then just tapping the snare at intervals. But seriously, for the five minutes that i stood outside staring at him, that's all he did. Like just continuosly worked the pedal and hit the snare at like long intervals.&lt;br /&gt;Well, clearly a lot of work has to be done on the basics if you really want to improve. I sometimes wish i could stop studying other subjects and like... i dunno spend my whole time studying psychology and medicine, and other instruments, instead of like geography and history and literature and social studies and everything else. but of course that's just wishful thinking.&lt;br /&gt;i don't know if i'm looking forward towards cg or not. On one hand, i'll get to see the others once again. and well. ok nevermind. hope that claudia will come though, and that she will get closer to God and be touched by him through our cg. I hope. And i &lt;em&gt;will&lt;/em&gt; pray. But she's not my responsibility. She's Melina's. Still, i'm hoping that she will come to christ, and i will try to remember to include her in my daily prayers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20681509-8102001604950425729?l=azarathgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azarathgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/8102001604950425729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20681509&amp;postID=8102001604950425729' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20681509/posts/default/8102001604950425729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20681509/posts/default/8102001604950425729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azarathgirl.blogspot.com/2007/12/oh-man.html' title=''/><author><name>interning-to-be-servant-of-God</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00890760164571594562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20681509.post-6432559851014389736</id><published>2007-12-14T11:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-14T12:34:34.408+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yes. i know i haven't posted in a long time. Three months approximately. but anyway. was cleaning out my blogger account and everything before i started posting, and i have to say, i am amazed at the amount of blogs that i have created and abandoned over the years. But what made me even more amazed and mortified was when i went back and read the posts from my older blogs (mainly posts done in 2005 when i was in australia) i was seriously embarassed. And i swear, i was amazed that i acted like that, and i can say, with ease, that i hate what i seem liked back then. Because from the posts, i sounded like a total prat. But then again, i can bet that next time, when i come back and read these posts, i would probably find my past self ridiculously stupid and dislikable. If only i could realise that earlier though. Like now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;CHURCH CAMP!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i enjoyed it, and to me, it served it's purpose of motivating me to serve God in anyway i can. But one thing. i want it to be MORE, so much more than a one time spiritual high. I want it to be a milestone in my spiritual journey, and i really need to make the commitment to serve him, for the right reasons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on a non-spiritual aspect, it was fun. Got to know new people, (HI CLAUDIA!!!) and had lots of fun. And truly, i was glad that i came, so thanks to God for motivating me to come, and of course thanks to Jonathan as well, who said that God would bless me if i came, and he did. ( God as in)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So right now, i guess my goal is to just rid myself of my impurities before giving myself up fully to serve him. Giving my 100% to him, and holding nothing back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am now in love with "Your Servants" written by Daryl. oh, and thanks for giving me the mp3 version for it Daryl. My all time favourite part for it being the pre-chorus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then of course, i fell in love with other songs, some new, some old (to me)&lt;br /&gt;like:&lt;br /&gt;consuming fire&lt;br /&gt;my glorious&lt;br /&gt;history maker&lt;br /&gt;Hosanna&lt;br /&gt;King of majesty,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and a whole lot more. Oh and congrats to those who had their first time leading worship for YF during camp. I think you guys did a great job seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, i'm involved in fancy drill&lt;br /&gt;and Yu Xin asked it we wanna go back to the kindergarten again for like "christmas". i seriously don't mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;another thing i haven't mentioned yet:&lt;br /&gt;HUPERNIKOMEN (yes i realised this post is long overdue)&lt;br /&gt;it was fun, and the kids were entirely adorable and loveable, especially dylan. i seriously hope i get to see them all around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yes, i am currently most willing to help out for the next kids camp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;oh and&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;CG SHIRT!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;seriously, thank you so much Matthew (if you see this)&lt;br /&gt;and i hope the plans for the cg sleepover goes well because it seriously sounds like fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh. made a surprising (to me) discovery regarding Josiah. On hind sight, i shouldn't have been so surprised, and now, thinking about it , i'm more amused than anything. but heck. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20681509-6432559851014389736?l=azarathgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azarathgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/6432559851014389736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20681509&amp;postID=6432559851014389736' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20681509/posts/default/6432559851014389736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20681509/posts/default/6432559851014389736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azarathgirl.blogspot.com/2007/12/yes.html' title=''/><author><name>interning-to-be-servant-of-God</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00890760164571594562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20681509.post-2523775986299421042</id><published>2007-09-01T09:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-01T09:32:05.014+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>:DDDDDDDDDDDDDD&lt;br /&gt;went back to my primary school for once in a long time. Pretty awkward at first, because people from my ex-class weren't here yet, so hung around, then people started coming, like Jenna, Celeste, Trixie, Marjorie, Jia Qian, Beverly, Kai Mei, Chloe, Jia Xiu etc. Watched Jia Xiu and Sam drum a bit. GRAHHH i wanna start drumming again! maybe immediately after EYAs. OR NOW!&lt;br /&gt;i am telling you my fingers don't exist. and my muscles just tense to irritate me. on purpose.&lt;br /&gt;if not explain why i can't play properly no matter how hard i try. GRAHH &gt;.&lt; that's why i can't stand it. because when it comes to music, the amount of effort you put in is SO not proportionate to what you get out of it. It all comes down to frigging talent. But then i supposed practice does help. like how far i've come from guitar. still remember last year, when it practically took me 2 seconds to change simple chords. and now, i'm considerably faster, and i can bar ( but there's still a MILLION things i suck at) but LIKE it took ONE AND A HALF YEARS  for me to reach that standard. SERIOUSLY. i can't wait one and a half years for drum. not when i already started late. And look at KEZIA. i mean she picked it up in less then half a year. so like GRAHH. stupid fingers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20681509-2523775986299421042?l=azarathgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azarathgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/2523775986299421042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20681509&amp;postID=2523775986299421042' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20681509/posts/default/2523775986299421042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20681509/posts/default/2523775986299421042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azarathgirl.blogspot.com/2007/09/dddddddddddddd-went-back-to-my-primary.html' title=''/><author><name>interning-to-be-servant-of-God</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00890760164571594562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20681509.post-6655992214944957453</id><published>2007-08-28T20:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-28T20:53:45.465+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HO JOONG YAN!!! if you read this (although i doubt you will) I REALLY WANT YOU TO GUITAR FOR ME. like please please please. i don't care if you majorly screw up ( although i seriously doubt you will) I WANT YOU TO PLAY FOR ME!! *attempts to sajiao*&lt;br /&gt;sigh.&lt;br /&gt;lets see. i've been slacking!!! I SHOULD DO MY WORK!!! OK! I PROMISE I WILL FINISH ALL UNDONE WORK. OR AT LEAST TRY TO...and uh... chinese newspaper cutting. zi du kao cha... can't stand it. and uhs... lit!!! grahh.. and... CHEM. i can't stand the thought of a mugger nicole. really scares me.&lt;br /&gt;and.. well...&lt;br /&gt;PROVERBS 16:3!! ( i think) :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i stand, with arms high and heart abandoned-the stand, hillsong&lt;br /&gt;i am in love with this song i swear&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20681509-6655992214944957453?l=azarathgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azarathgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/6655992214944957453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20681509&amp;postID=6655992214944957453' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20681509/posts/default/6655992214944957453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20681509/posts/default/6655992214944957453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azarathgirl.blogspot.com/2007/08/ho-joong-yan-if-you-read-this-although.html' title=''/><author><name>interning-to-be-servant-of-God</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00890760164571594562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20681509.post-144051197323374602</id><published>2007-08-27T21:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-17T22:57:22.771+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>well. i haven't blogged in ages. went for inter-house shooting today.&lt;br /&gt;PLAYED GUITAR FOR WORSHIP!!:DDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD&lt;br /&gt;although there is a lot to be said on my room for improvement. as in the BOTH guitars sounded ok, but i didn't manage to completely follow hannah's strumming pattern so like half the time i was either looking at the paper and trying not to forget to change chords, or trying to CHANGE CHORDS in the middle of a funny strumming patttern that i couldn't completely master. but since it sounded ok, i'll leave it at that. :D and besides it was fun for me. I WANT TO IMPROVE MY GUITARING SKILLS&lt;br /&gt;and then WORSHIP LEADING FOR FOTL. i know its just fotl. but what i fear most is not the technical part, but the spiritual aspect of it. as in a worship can be great technically, but without God's help, its just dead. and i just fear that like... i lack the spiritual connection with God. so like AHHH and as for the worship theme i have really no idea. i mean, it's really not supposed to be up to me right? i mean it should be GOD deciding what the theme is, because as a worship leader, i'm supposed to be his servant and lead his people in like worship about WHAT HE WANTS ME TO DO. and... either i haven't been praying hard enough, OR I HAVEN'T BEEN listening, OR i have been completely oblivious to his hints. either way, i'm nervous. sometimes i really suspect i'm not cut out to be a worship leader. and i really know i'm not supposed to say this, and it's really unlikely but: maybe God saw something in me that no longer exists. i mean i have changed and not really for the better. There was a time in primary 6/sec one. when i was going out shopping with my mum. and after youth camp. we were like in the mrt, and we were talking about God, and i well... started crying. especially when i said the words that "i think i don't know God" but now. well. We all know. scratch that. i know what has changed. its so drastic a change i'm beginning to suspect whether that memory of mine really existed, or whether it was just a fiction of my imagination. but i'm pretty sure it did use to exist. or maybe. like God gives us choices right? maybe i made a wrong choice. and i'm suffering the consequence. and i don't want like to drag in more people. anyway. enough of the emo-ing. i'm happier though that miss wong won't be there. I'M SORRY MISS WONG!! but her presence seriously like scares me and lowers my already non-existent level of self-confidence so grahh. i need help.&lt;br /&gt;PRAY FOR ME!! :DDDD i need all the help i can get. especially from God. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20681509-144051197323374602?l=azarathgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azarathgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/144051197323374602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20681509&amp;postID=144051197323374602' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20681509/posts/default/144051197323374602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20681509/posts/default/144051197323374602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azarathgirl.blogspot.com/2007/08/well.html' title=''/><author><name>interning-to-be-servant-of-God</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00890760164571594562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20681509.post-764049973897321596</id><published>2007-08-09T23:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-09T23:25:23.552+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>so many months of hardwork. can't believe it's over. andrew jonathan is sitting in my bedroom however, clear proof that it is. sighs. i will miss it. miss testing my self control, joking around, staring at shinyi's hairnet,  laughing at joelle or watching her laugh uncontrolably. share OCD moments worrying about our uniform and helping each other. suaning the mashallers ( read BRANDON) and joking talking with the sirs, and the random people everywhere like chia chien wei sir who apparently is a lieutenant -colonel which is the same rank as tiffy's dad. and like the combat engineering guy- bryant. about nu shao nian lu and nu tong jun or smthng. like lol.  and then there was that sir who was overall in charge of phototaking. and then of course- OUR nice sirs. tan sir, yeo sir, ACT COOL SIR! and all the fun i've had at NDP. can't forget all the hardwork. if i'm being really patriotic, i would count it as my "part" in our present to singapore. and then. there was that pride in being part of it all. waving to the "greying" president. xD and then. singing stand up for singapore under the stands. hearing the marshallers and sirs cheer as we marched out. almost ended on the wrong foot because of that. obsessing over ranks and berets with joong yan. visualise: "WAIT. NO LAH its not half colonel- it's major" you get the idea. and then laughing at the funniness of the parade sergeant major. and then there's the hardwork and the scolding. it's unforgettable. once in a lifetime. bottomline: i really enjoyed myself and i will never forget it.&lt;br /&gt;on a sidenote: where else would you get to see so many hot and cute guys in their no. 1s?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20681509-764049973897321596?l=azarathgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azarathgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/764049973897321596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20681509&amp;postID=764049973897321596' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20681509/posts/default/764049973897321596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20681509/posts/default/764049973897321596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azarathgirl.blogspot.com/2007/08/so-many-months-of-hardwork.html' title=''/><author><name>interning-to-be-servant-of-God</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00890760164571594562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20681509.post-4373671148407874609</id><published>2007-08-08T15:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-08T15:44:00.982+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>amazing what reading can do. i know this sounds cliche. although i'm not one of those kind of literary analysis kind of people, i like reading. it's like daydreaming. except without the hassle of coming up with your own story.you can just throw your whole self into it, imagine and feel you're part of it. and you never have to fear that bad ending.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20681509-4373671148407874609?l=azarathgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azarathgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/4373671148407874609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20681509&amp;postID=4373671148407874609' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20681509/posts/default/4373671148407874609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20681509/posts/default/4373671148407874609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azarathgirl.blogspot.com/2007/08/amazing-what-reading-can-do.html' title=''/><author><name>interning-to-be-servant-of-God</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00890760164571594562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20681509.post-550549540052702547</id><published>2007-08-06T20:24:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-06T20:25:15.541+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>MUA HA took drill today. quite fun. i actually think the herald sec ones have good standards. or maybe i have low standards. because i didn't manage to find too many faults, but tze gek and rachel found quite a bit with their squads. so... still. i shall keep MY standards up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20681509-550549540052702547?l=azarathgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azarathgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/550549540052702547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20681509&amp;postID=550549540052702547' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20681509/posts/default/550549540052702547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20681509/posts/default/550549540052702547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azarathgirl.blogspot.com/2007/08/mua-ha-took-drill-today.html' title=''/><author><name>interning-to-be-servant-of-God</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00890760164571594562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20681509.post-1797488070784474771</id><published>2007-07-28T21:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-28T21:24:56.654+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>also made another realisation: you can put any good-looking athelete/actor/ guy dressed in ANYTHING and they will never look as good as any good looking, tall, broad-shouldered, muscular commando/ army guy in his no. 1. at least not to me. xD unless its that. that shirt i like them in. xD sighs. realised that not ALL g.o.h guys are hot, but there are enough hot ones. and like I SAW A FIRST SERGEANT COMMANDO! *swoons* seriously. all you need to tell me is that you are a commando. along with having broad shoulders, being hot, having nice biceps, and the classic sweet, responsible, loving guy thing xD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20681509-1797488070784474771?l=azarathgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azarathgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/1797488070784474771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20681509&amp;postID=1797488070784474771' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20681509/posts/default/1797488070784474771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20681509/posts/default/1797488070784474771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azarathgirl.blogspot.com/2007/07/also-made-another-realisation-you-can.html' title=''/><author><name>interning-to-be-servant-of-God</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00890760164571594562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20681509.post-4569461390501429478</id><published>2007-07-28T21:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-28T21:20:47.974+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>heya.&lt;br /&gt;i am like nice smelling, and being fed. so, i am happy. i should be dead now. let me explain. I promised to kill myself if i missed preview. guess what happened? I MISSED PREVIEW BECAUSE I LOST MY *glares angrily* BELT!!! i mean. how is it possible for the belt to have just droppped off without warning/feeling? i think it's only fair that belts warn their owners before they drop. But i passed. passed drill test. after 2 hrs of drill. I MISSED PREVIEW! ok. so i didn't kill myself. but i cried. in public. rawr. i should have totally stayed in the toilet longer. and i realised how much ndp means to me- i would rather have failed drill test and did preview. its weird. saturdays will be weird without ndp. as in- i wouldn't be SUPER enthu abt joining again nxt year- once is enough. but i don't want it to end either. i swear i will go into SERIOUS depression if i miss the ACTUAL THING. being a reserve isn't that bad. for ONE day. WHY did it have to be preview? and then today. the trip from SHSS to SUNTEC Was horror. we walked around in the rain, looking for a cab. then just as we were about to call for one- we got one. so was happy. until i lost my belt and realised that i couldn't do preview. cried. but the ice cream and *staring at the G.O.H* helps. the mams were pretty nice about it too. said they were sorry, and it was a pity. but it sounds pretty stupid and ridiculous to me-even now. Like. I LOST MY BELT AND I DIDN'T REALISE. i am going to sew like 10 studs onto my next belt. but then. after the parade, i didn't feel so bad. i guess it was because i spent the time at the parade sitting with Shin Yi and Kelly Ann, watching spirited away on this BIG tv, playing uno, and arguing with this marshall who asked us to help stack chairs. and "coping" the best goody bags. but then. once is more than enough. WHOO HOO we get to wear mufti on the actual day. :D and bring our uniform to change. i have absolutely no idea how they're going to get like 70 girls to change. especially if other UGs do it as well. BLEARGH. today is the true meaning of bittersweet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20681509-4569461390501429478?l=azarathgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azarathgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/4569461390501429478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20681509&amp;postID=4569461390501429478' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20681509/posts/default/4569461390501429478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20681509/posts/default/4569461390501429478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azarathgirl.blogspot.com/2007/07/heya_28.html' title=''/><author><name>interning-to-be-servant-of-God</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00890760164571594562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20681509.post-4303478277837883201</id><published>2007-07-27T19:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-27T19:07:02.249+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>cool! just found out that there's a RSAF guy who's grand parents live in my block. he's tall. xD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20681509-4303478277837883201?l=azarathgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azarathgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/4303478277837883201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20681509&amp;postID=4303478277837883201' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20681509/posts/default/4303478277837883201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20681509/posts/default/4303478277837883201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azarathgirl.blogspot.com/2007/07/cool-just-found-out-that-theres-rsaf.html' title=''/><author><name>interning-to-be-servant-of-God</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00890760164571594562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20681509.post-3168732265557969214</id><published>2007-07-26T17:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-26T17:37:12.134+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>heya. went crazy over the "big family" thing today with tiffy. mummy nicole is now: ruler of all that is evil. me and tiffy are twins. and sissy is our older sister. tiffy has telekinesis. i can make non-living things come alive. sissy.... deciding. and mummy nicole-well self explainatory. i think i might fail drill test. another thing i like best: the smell of new, ikeaish wood.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20681509-3168732265557969214?l=azarathgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azarathgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/3168732265557969214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20681509&amp;postID=3168732265557969214' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20681509/posts/default/3168732265557969214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20681509/posts/default/3168732265557969214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azarathgirl.blogspot.com/2007/07/heya.html' title=''/><author><name>interning-to-be-servant-of-God</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00890760164571594562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20681509.post-1414590623649817650</id><published>2007-07-21T21:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-21T22:00:08.265+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>NDP TODAY!!! :D&lt;br /&gt;we got pizza hut again. saw ALL the officers in their WHITE full-u. Got scolded for fidgeting. was SUPER FRIGGING pissed over that. but at least i did well during the actual.&lt;br /&gt;OMG&gt; i love the parade commander/ parade sergeant major! THEY ARE LIKE SUPER FUNNY AND CUTE!&lt;br /&gt;Truncated rehearsal was cancelled due to rain. so we practiced IN suntec. so he was like standing on this chair in the MIDDLE of the room and like going: OI! Boy, stop smiling before i make you run one round! Girl! why you move? Got LIzard ah! scouts instructor! move away before i make you join in!  and other really CUTE AND FUNNY STUFF! :D love him. he's so nice and funny. met this other funny guy called uh. chia chien wei xD very nice. with a PHD! coolios. and then. he did this thing where he said NDP 07! and we would reply: WE MAKE A DIFFERENCE! HWAH! :D super fun. and of course. watched and watched and watched the GOH and colour party. WHAT? they're HOT xD oh and i decided what kind of shirt i like best on guys. and confirmed that i DO like nice biceps and abs on a guy. xD oh and yes! the navy has one of the best drills i think, and they practically GLOW in their ALL WHITE uniform! They have WHITE BOOTS! SOO CUTE RIGHT???? but i still like commandos more! i mean repelling is SOO cool :D i wish there was a way i could both BE in and WATCH the parade. i mean yes. i enjoy the experience. BUT I WANNA WATCH HOW WE DO AS WELL AS THE GOH! decided that there are only THREE things that i want to do if take part in the parade:&lt;br /&gt;1) BE PART OF THE COLOUR PARTY!! SOO COOL! and you get nice biceps, as the colour party guys clearly prove&lt;br /&gt;2) BE ONE OF THE COMMANDOS REPELLING FROM SHEARES  BRIDGE!&lt;br /&gt;3) BE ONE OF THE THIRD GENERATION SOLDIERS!&lt;br /&gt;4) BE THE PARADE COMMANDER xD whee hee hee&lt;br /&gt;got a sugar high. drank like FOUR cups of coffee with three cubes of sugar and lotsa milk :D yays. i love ndp.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20681509-1414590623649817650?l=azarathgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azarathgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/1414590623649817650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20681509&amp;postID=1414590623649817650' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20681509/posts/default/1414590623649817650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20681509/posts/default/1414590623649817650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azarathgirl.blogspot.com/2007/07/ndp-today-d-we-got-pizza-hut-again.html' title=''/><author><name>interning-to-be-servant-of-God</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00890760164571594562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20681509.post-6158785523363133657</id><published>2007-07-20T15:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-20T15:21:55.423+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>heya :D RHD today. tried out the sari's xD!&lt;br /&gt;there was this australian jazz band there xD i think there were a lot of people swooning. mostly guys you see. BUT I LIKE THE DRUMMER xD  went to KFC with tiffany and siti. "Suanned" Nicole to no end. xD bassanio and porcha. I am SOOO going to add in the kissing scene. determined to wear a costume next year xD&lt;br /&gt;looking forward to tomorrow :D *grins*&lt;br /&gt;CHRISTINE IS COMING. HER SISTERS GOD FATHER IS THE FRI***NG parade commander. no fair. i want to be related to a parade commander too!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20681509-6158785523363133657?l=azarathgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azarathgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/6158785523363133657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20681509&amp;postID=6158785523363133657' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20681509/posts/default/6158785523363133657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20681509/posts/default/6158785523363133657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azarathgirl.blogspot.com/2007/07/heya-d-rhd-today.html' title=''/><author><name>interning-to-be-servant-of-God</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00890760164571594562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20681509.post-5161383519612672617</id><published>2007-07-11T21:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-11T21:26:37.356+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I feel deranged. mad. like my whole life is unwravelling and going wrong. at least it's beginning to. like the DNA double helix structure unwinding in the first stage when it's going to replicate itself.  okay. whatever. It's like my priorities are screwed. ok. crap. i'm going all emo. another screwed thing. but seriously. twenty four hours a day. seven days a week. four weeks a month. twelve months. just seems too  short. it seems there's never enough time to do and accomplish everything. unless you sacrifice sleep entirely. rawr.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20681509-5161383519612672617?l=azarathgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azarathgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/5161383519612672617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20681509&amp;postID=5161383519612672617' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20681509/posts/default/5161383519612672617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20681509/posts/default/5161383519612672617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azarathgirl.blogspot.com/2007/07/i-feel-deranged.html' title=''/><author><name>interning-to-be-servant-of-God</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00890760164571594562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20681509.post-5269085195618581986</id><published>2007-07-08T12:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-08T12:47:46.561+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>omg. church today. they gave me my birthday present. RAWR. MATTHEW IS SOOO NICE!!!! SOO NICE! he did a piglet birthday card, wrote JAP on it, and gave me an EXPENSIVE LOOKING BYAKUYA CUP AND RENJI CUP WHICH IS SUPER PRETTY!! rawrs. THANK YOU MATTHEW! :D i think he's really very nice.&lt;br /&gt;went out with all the gals in the cg- shopping and breakfast :D had fun did greeters today. was fun too.&lt;br /&gt;sighs&lt;br /&gt;just recalled suan-ing brandon, and all the interesting stuff about ranks and berets that we learnt from the "sirs". :D&lt;br /&gt;commandos and guards are soo hot&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20681509-5269085195618581986?l=azarathgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azarathgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/5269085195618581986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20681509&amp;postID=5269085195618581986' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20681509/posts/default/5269085195618581986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20681509/posts/default/5269085195618581986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azarathgirl.blogspot.com/2007/07/omg.html' title=''/><author><name>interning-to-be-servant-of-God</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00890760164571594562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20681509.post-7663379532834485934</id><published>2007-07-07T20:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-07T21:20:30.377+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm sorry. i haven't posted in a long while. my blog is practically dead.&lt;br /&gt;let me just spend a moment to become this bimbo, boy-crazy and admiring girl that i so enjoy turning into for NDP.&lt;br /&gt;( 1. for those of you who are thinking how out of character this is for me: xD&lt;br /&gt;2. i STILL do my drill decently during NDP ok!&lt;br /&gt;3. Not my fault that NDP = an abundence of guys, some of which are tall, fairly good looking and muscular)&lt;br /&gt;i shall now declare: I THINK NDP 2007 Guard Of Honour is SUPER HOT!&lt;br /&gt;i mean seriously. I'm not planning a future relationship with ANY of them ( though i wouldn't mind marrying a guy in like commandos or guard or something cool like that xD). I just think that they are EXCELLENT eye candy. ( i think this is gettingmore and more ooc. who cares. its fun, and i only have 3 more weeks to indulge. :(&lt;br /&gt;yes. i mean, they are the GUARD OF HONOUR. not only does their drill ROCK SOOO much, they're like tall, and muscular( not overly, but lithely, such that you can tell they are like strong, and see muscles, but they look slim and not like bulky, which i like :D)&lt;br /&gt;and i've seen some of them, and they look pretty cute. they have SUPER cool jobs- i mean: HELLO- commandos? Guards? Navy? Police? cool man. Oh and they look damn hot in their full uniform, which comprises of a white really SMART jacket, and pants- either white, or black. and a cap. and they look super hot and smart. RAWR. *swoons* hehe like totally eye candy. and i know this sounds semi-wrong. But. it doesn't help that they go about like in singlets, which show their totally nice biceps. oh and that they change their tops in like PUBLIC. i even saw this guy like topless ( seriously, that isn't as wrong as it sound. you see topless guys everywhere, especially when you go swimming) but seriously. they are SUPER hot&lt;br /&gt;NDP is fun. i mean- good drill, good food ( read: KFC, pizza hut once, and ICE CREAM!) watching our nice marsahllers and instructers being "Suanned" having fun talking to them, and just enjoying the overall experience. Its exhilerating, and almost addictive. ( especially with all the hot eye candy who looks swoon-worthy in their uniform) but putting that aside. Its help me to learn self-control. i mean. standing in the hot sun, unable to move a muscle ( save your toes), scratch an itch, wipe sweat, and remove hair that is tickling your face ( that really shouldn't be there) and feel your heels go numb. But what IS fun is the moments to live for: when the parade commander praises us ( even though in my opinion we didn't do great) KFC and ice cream, having fun with other GB girls, ogling guys ( read: Guard Of Honour) enjoying suan-ing our instuctors, opening our umbrellas to salute the president, hearing the planes fly past ( they are unbelivably loud and scary) getting freaked out by the canons, seeing the perfect and HOT guard of honour march in and do their bit, seeing the "Isikan" ( gun-shooting) complaining about how the " lively and catchy malay song" sounds VERY emo at the beginning, listening to the army people make that " ROAR" thing that i like so much after we do the second NS 40 transformation, laughing at the " xiang he ni qu chui chui feng", sharing water, complaining about tiredness and stupid umbrellas, getting the attention of people in the streets as row c marches from suntec to marina and vice versa, seeing the third generation soldiers reposition themselves ( i think they are SOOOO cute xD) and seeing the commandos ( HAHA HOTS!) and rappel (?) down from sheares bridge. DAMN cool. they pretty much just drop backwards. singing stand up for singapore, before we go in. laughing joking, playing, the satisfaction of surviving through it, and being able to say that i was part of NDP 07 and i managed to be one of those people who stood there without moving and did decent drill. To top it of, tons of eye candy. seriously- totally worth it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20681509-7663379532834485934?l=azarathgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azarathgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/7663379532834485934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20681509&amp;postID=7663379532834485934' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20681509/posts/default/7663379532834485934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20681509/posts/default/7663379532834485934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azarathgirl.blogspot.com/2007/07/im-sorry.html' title=''/><author><name>interning-to-be-servant-of-God</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00890760164571594562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20681509.post-6805964247714724554</id><published>2007-06-08T13:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-08T13:58:52.803+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>STUPIDITY TEST. that i got from cheryl's blog&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Gum has fallen out of your mouth when you were talking.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Gum has fallen out of your mouth when you were NOT talking.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You have ran into a glass/screendoor.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You have jumped out of a moving vehicle. are you insane?&lt;br /&gt;[x]You have thought of something funny and laughed, then people gave you weird looks.happens sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] When you were biking, you have ran into a tree/bush/people.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You know that it IS possible to lick your elbow.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You JUST tried to lick your elbow. XD&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You never knew that the Alphabet and Twinkle Twinkle Little Star have the same rhythm.[ ] You just tried to sing them&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You have tripped on your shoelace and fallen.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You have choked on your own spit.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You have seen the Matrix and still don't get it.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Your hair is naturally blonde&lt;br /&gt;[x] People have called you slow&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You have accidentally/purposely caught something on fire&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You tried to drink out of a straw, but it went into your nose/ eyes.&lt;br /&gt;[x] You have caught yourself drooling.&lt;br /&gt;[x] You've fallen asleep in class.&lt;br /&gt;[x] Sometimes you just stop thinking. heehee&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You are telling a story and forget what you were talking about&lt;br /&gt;[ ] People sometimes shake their heads and walk away from you&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You are often told to use your"inside voice".&lt;br /&gt;[ ]You use your fingers to do simple math.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You have eaten a bug (Lahu mission trip, and they fried them first.)&lt;br /&gt;[x] You are taking this test when you should be doing something more important i just cant remeber what&lt;br /&gt;[x] You have put your clothes on backwards or inside out, and didn't realize it.&lt;br /&gt;[x] You've looked all over for something and realized it was right by you.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You've woken up in someone else's house and freaked out because you didn't remember where you are.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You've reposted bulletins because you were scared that what they say would happen to you if you didn't.&lt;br /&gt;[x] You break a lot of things.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Your friends know not to use big words around you&lt;br /&gt;[x] You tilt your head or make a weird face when you're confused&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You have fallen out of your chair before&lt;br /&gt;[ ] When you're lying in bed, you try to find pictures in the texture of the ceiling&lt;br /&gt;[ ] The word "umm" is used many times a day.&lt;br /&gt;Stupidity: 10/36&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20681509-6805964247714724554?l=azarathgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azarathgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/6805964247714724554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20681509&amp;postID=6805964247714724554' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20681509/posts/default/6805964247714724554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20681509/posts/default/6805964247714724554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azarathgirl.blogspot.com/2007/06/stupidity-test.html' title=''/><author><name>interning-to-be-servant-of-God</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00890760164571594562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20681509.post-7684846916397140112</id><published>2007-06-05T14:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-05T14:18:45.270+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Leadership conference. was not bad. made &amp;amp; met new friends, which is good :D unfortunately, i had to miss my FIRST NDP practice on the floating platform, and getting my umbrella. Doing ALEGBRA while listening to too little too late ( yes, i'm in love with it). Remembered the time miss ha said f-u in algebra class. Actually she was reading out the answer to one of the algebraic equations, but i wasn't exactly paying attention. Was distinctly surprised yet amused. :D unable to choing bleach. I think i'm kind of putting it off. WHAT? i don't want to either. It's just that welll... BLEACH PORTAL is messing on me so i cannot access a version of bleach episode 86, and i'm not going to bother to search on youtube, because i think they have all been deleted, so i can't choing even if i WANT TO. and the thing is, i'm at he BOUNT ARC, which is a filler so... it's not in the manga either. X( yes. i know i'm being stupid watching it. WHATEVER. whee.. go watch this amv for hanakimi ( yes i know how outdated it is. WHO cares? it's one of the best works of fluff xD) titled Hanakimi-too little too late ( yes that's how i got influenced into falling into love with the song)&lt;br /&gt;see yah. back to the world of algebra&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20681509-7684846916397140112?l=azarathgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azarathgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/7684846916397140112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20681509&amp;postID=7684846916397140112' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20681509/posts/default/7684846916397140112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20681509/posts/default/7684846916397140112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azarathgirl.blogspot.com/2007/06/leadership-conference.html' title=''/><author><name>interning-to-be-servant-of-God</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00890760164571594562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20681509.post-3512359499878198879</id><published>2007-06-04T11:11:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-04T11:14:40.755+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>heya :D Sometimes i can't help realising how fortunate i am to be born into such a loving and nice family. Yes, we have our tiffs, but at least i know that they will be there for me. And that so far, we are provided well financially. sighs. i guess i shouldn't be too greedy. I MUST STUDY AND WORK HARD SO THAT I CAN GET A GOOD JOB. one thing i hate about life. It's so completely unpredictable-in a negative, next-thing-you-know-you-might-just-find-yourself-or-people-you-know-dead. And it seems that society is just like a problematic dying soul. With mentalness going on every where what with terrorist, power-hungry, corrupt officers, kids starving. I know, God doesn't intend for any of this to happen. Yet it still does.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20681509-3512359499878198879?l=azarathgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azarathgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/3512359499878198879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20681509&amp;postID=3512359499878198879' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20681509/posts/default/3512359499878198879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20681509/posts/default/3512359499878198879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azarathgirl.blogspot.com/2007/06/heya-d-sometimes-i-cant-help-realising.html' title=''/><author><name>interning-to-be-servant-of-God</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00890760164571594562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20681509.post-2874375848795240752</id><published>2007-06-01T09:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-01T09:42:33.629+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OKAY. i have 5 minutes to blog and the keyboard hates me X( rawr. christine's house now, SUPPOSEDLY  doing RS obviously not. Just hope my parents don't see it. CHERYL has a warped version of when you say nothing at all. TRULY warped. AND CHRISTINE IS SLACKING TOO xD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20681509-2874375848795240752?l=azarathgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azarathgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/2874375848795240752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20681509&amp;postID=2874375848795240752' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20681509/posts/default/2874375848795240752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20681509/posts/default/2874375848795240752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azarathgirl.blogspot.com/2007/06/okay.html' title=''/><author><name>interning-to-be-servant-of-God</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00890760164571594562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20681509.post-7451361245151240872</id><published>2007-05-30T20:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-30T20:25:26.830+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"&gt;I THINK UVERWORLD ROCKS!!!! ~swoons~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20681509-7451361245151240872?l=azarathgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azarathgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/7451361245151240872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20681509&amp;postID=7451361245151240872' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20681509/posts/default/7451361245151240872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20681509/posts/default/7451361245151240872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azarathgirl.blogspot.com/2007/05/i-think-uverworld-rocks-swoons.html' title=''/><author><name>interning-to-be-servant-of-God</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00890760164571594562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20681509.post-9075786881432499706</id><published>2007-05-30T20:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-30T20:23:59.634+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>heya&lt;br /&gt;lit. rawr. i'm not even going to go there.&lt;br /&gt;NDP. Honestly, i think the government is super rich. because in my opinion, they're spending ALOT on NDP. Like today's lunch: pizza hut lunch for like 630 or more people. and normally they cater for me like 0.0 unless they're sponsered, they must be paying alot. Then, paying for the bus fees that charter us weekly plus the props and gloves.. expensive in my opinion. and the parade commander is super nice. he's being really encouraging and nice, even though, in MY opinion, we kind of suck. I'm not being critical of ANY particular UG. just well row C in general. I WANT MY UMBRELLA! rawr going to have to miss first prac at the platform due to LC but at least i can ATTEND lc. anyway. NDP&lt;br /&gt;our marching:&lt;br /&gt;you can see so many people off foot. even i go off so often because we're not marching in time to the beat, but i always change back.&lt;br /&gt;Hentak: equally bad.&lt;br /&gt;22 steps forward:&lt;br /&gt;HORRENDOUS.&lt;br /&gt;i swear the girls in the first row can't see or something, because like starting from us (GB) and then st. johns and NCC, we're like SOOO many steps in front of the other contingents which are like scouts, NPCC, BB and guides. so like RAWR. it looks horrible. Yet the parade commander is STILL so nice. i feel bad. still can't figure out what UG the ones in the bright orange shirt are. but i saw 2 of them. downstairs. in the BRIGHT ORANGE SHIRT. that had NDP 2007 national cadet corps or something like that on the back. They're not NCC though. because i SAW ncc in their full u/informal u/ wtv. UNIFORM BASICALLY&lt;br /&gt;and i think they saw me but heck.&lt;br /&gt;DRUMS!! i feel really bad now. even AFTER completing easy lover, i still can't play it properly. I think Sam is pretty pro. And i think i saw her when i peered through the small window in the door of her class. Unfortunately, couldn't confirm because my class started before hers ended. anyway. my new tuesday class consists of 2 older women and one young guy around my age. i think redoing the same stuff is excellent revision. DETERMINED TO PRACTICE MORE!&lt;br /&gt;realised that my thighs are aching from the hentaks. i am so completely physically unfit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20681509-9075786881432499706?l=azarathgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azarathgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/9075786881432499706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20681509&amp;postID=9075786881432499706' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20681509/posts/default/9075786881432499706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20681509/posts/default/9075786881432499706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azarathgirl.blogspot.com/2007/05/heya-lit.html' title=''/><author><name>interning-to-be-servant-of-God</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00890760164571594562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20681509.post-5340489427435858124</id><published>2007-05-29T12:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-29T13:03:54.881+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hey :) feeling really random, so i'm going to compile a list of things that i like. Not really things, but feelings. I think it's personally really fun to do.&lt;br /&gt;So, here we go, in no particular order:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-reading a really nice, well written and fluffy fanfic.&lt;br /&gt;-Reading a book while listening to music, after having taken an invigorating shower and feeling  perfectly clean and nice smelling. &lt;br /&gt;-brain blasts for fics&lt;br /&gt;-shooting a nice basket ( despite how long it has been since i've done it)&lt;br /&gt;-mastering songs on various instruments ( or at least coming close to, like Hanabi on piano, easy lover on drums, etc.)&lt;br /&gt;-the feel of a cool and un-ending breeze against my skin, and blowing my hair about.&lt;br /&gt;-sleeping after a long day&lt;br /&gt;-getting good results&lt;br /&gt;-being able to do things that others can't&lt;br /&gt;-buying a really nice item of clothing/accessory/shoes at a worthwhile price (that sounded really bimbo)&lt;br /&gt;-eating chocolate and getting a sugar high&lt;br /&gt;-going out with friends ( read: taking neoprints and window shopping)&lt;br /&gt;-the feel of the end of my ponytail brushing against the back of my neck and the area in between my shoulder blades.&lt;br /&gt;-when i'm praised&lt;br /&gt;-playing with my hair (another semi-bimb one)&lt;br /&gt;-listening to my favourite songs while lazing around&lt;br /&gt;-having a perpetually neat room&lt;br /&gt;-smell of rain, and new, fresh, nice smelling fluffy bath towels xD&lt;br /&gt;-running through rain, and getting soaked by the cool rain.&lt;br /&gt;-soaking in a bath of hot water ( hot springs will do too)&lt;br /&gt;-cold shower in the midst of a hot day&lt;br /&gt;-playing with friends&lt;br /&gt;-the semi chilly feeling after i've splashed my face with water ( so as not to fall asleep in class) and re-enter the cold air-conditioned class. It feels great honestly.&lt;br /&gt;-swooning over hot, imaginery, non-existent guys, be it from animes/manga/books&lt;br /&gt;(read: BYAKUYA! EDWARD -from twilight- HITSUGAYA! RUKAWA! SENDOH! HANI SEMPAI!-although he's really more of a lolita cute-, DRACO MALFOY! -if he were waay less evil- SHANG-from mulan-...etc.)&lt;br /&gt;-enjoying amusing comments/witty conversations that never actually transpire in reality, but pepper so many books and occasionally, movies. Some, i don't know why i find it amusing- i just do. (example: Artemis fowl, ranger's apprentice, the alanna trilogy, stick it, etc. )&lt;br /&gt;-running down the steps of the amphitheatre at a REALLY fast pace ( for me) and NOT falling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why. And honestly, it amazes me how much pleasure i can derive from simply listening to d-technolife, shissou, sakura kiss, sha sha de yong qi, qing tian, chance, rolling star, hanabi, kuai le chong bai, and more.&lt;br /&gt;And the same way i love running through the rain at every opportunity, ditto the amphitheatre when it is nice and dry.&lt;br /&gt;The fun of rotating my neck so that my pony tail sways and brushes the back of my neck&lt;br /&gt;Leaning my forehead against the cool metal window sill while the wind blows, and rain drops fall.&lt;br /&gt;Conclusion: I am just weird and different. but then i suppose everyone has their own favourites.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20681509-5340489427435858124?l=azarathgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azarathgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/5340489427435858124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20681509&amp;postID=5340489427435858124' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20681509/posts/default/5340489427435858124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20681509/posts/default/5340489427435858124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azarathgirl.blogspot.com/2007/05/hey-feeling-really-random-so-im-going.html' title=''/><author><name>interning-to-be-servant-of-God</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00890760164571594562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20681509.post-4211423086052679315</id><published>2007-05-28T10:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-28T10:01:44.301+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I AM JEALOUS. I DIDN'T know that Sam's taking drums too, at Yamaha. and SHE HAS HER OWN DRUMSET! RAWR I WANT MY OWN DRUMSET&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20681509-4211423086052679315?l=azarathgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azarathgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/4211423086052679315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20681509&amp;postID=4211423086052679315' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20681509/posts/default/4211423086052679315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20681509/posts/default/4211423086052679315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azarathgirl.blogspot.com/2007/05/i-am-jealous.html' title=''/><author><name>interning-to-be-servant-of-God</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00890760164571594562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20681509.post-975668458010736436</id><published>2007-05-27T21:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-27T21:22:47.456+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>as much as i know i have to appreciate my family, etc. blah blah blah yada yada. I do think that they are being a bit PUSHY. OK. who am i kidding. EXTREMELY PUSHY. I'm SORRY I MISSED VERON's BIRTHDAY. i swear i hate the dentist. spend 2 hours waiting just for like 20 mins of pain. Why wasn't i born with PERFECT TEETH? Half an hour late for SL too. I guess i can scrap all my ideas on brushing up on piano, guitar, drums, etc.&lt;br /&gt;Mum just wants me to WORK AND WORK AND WORK. But who am i kidding. After this wednesday when she sees my ABYSMAL GPA which would PROBABLY be below 3.0  i can go and die thank you. HATE LIT&lt;br /&gt;did it again this morning.&lt;br /&gt;And i swear. I wish there were more than 24 hours in a day.&lt;br /&gt;Things i want to do:&lt;br /&gt;Spend more time with friends &amp; cg&lt;br /&gt;improve my practically non-existent musical talents ( I WANT MY THEORY RESULTS! WHY IS ABRSM TAKING SO LONG???please don't tell me i failed)&lt;br /&gt;IMPROVE MY JAP&lt;br /&gt;UPDATING MY hanashi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things i AM doing:&lt;br /&gt;NDP&lt;br /&gt;WORK&lt;br /&gt;BEING SHOUTED AT FOR BEING IRRESPONSIBLE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha. indulged today. I swear tall and skinny people make me feel bad. I should go and keep my guitar instead of leaving it on my bed. Went out for breakfast with my cg today instead of having lesson. Was fun. I wish i had my own drumset. Today's drummer for worship was impressive. albeit A LITTLE over done during the SLOW SONG but he's good. Way better than anything i can ever hope to be/will become.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20681509-975668458010736436?l=azarathgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azarathgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/975668458010736436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20681509&amp;postID=975668458010736436' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20681509/posts/default/975668458010736436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20681509/posts/default/975668458010736436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azarathgirl.blogspot.com/2007/05/as-much-as-i-know-i-have-to-appreciate.html' title=''/><author><name>interning-to-be-servant-of-God</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00890760164571594562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20681509.post-7429588124338954529</id><published>2007-05-24T19:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-24T19:38:50.741+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Heya. Slacking. SECOND LAST DAY OF SCHOOL. incapable of accurately describing how elated yet busy i'm going to be. Things should slow down after this week though. Listening to UVERWORLD. i think they rock. anyway: watched house of fury during chinese (: i like stephen fung as ah hao, and AH HAO only. I guess it's cos ah hao can fight, looks decent, and is a dolphin trainer xD ahaha anyway. RAWR slacked today. stayed in GB room, watching Vic, Hil, Mich, Amy, etc. dance, talk, play etc. Can't find kezia's drum pad heh. I AM SO GOING TO HAVE TO REVISE MY JAP. and my GPA will crash and burn and hit the ground. can't wait to see my parents. RAWR. MATTHEW IS GOING. CG is going to be like deadly quite without him. I'm sorry. I'm whining. isn't that what a blog is for? i am going to have to buck up as a musician and a RESPONSIBLE CHRISTIAN. OMG RAExROB ROCKS! i forGot how much i love this pairing :) i swear emanielhilel has like the best stories. It only takes a moment is the BEST RAE ROB one shot fic i've read so far. so sweet yet so amusing ahhh. RAE ROB is like one of the best examples of a nice pairing. and emanielhilel rocks as a fic author. rawr. so jealous xD of rae AND emanielhilel 400 reviews for like 10 plus chapters. that's like 40 reviews PER chapter/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20681509-7429588124338954529?l=azarathgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azarathgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/7429588124338954529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20681509&amp;postID=7429588124338954529' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20681509/posts/default/7429588124338954529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20681509/posts/default/7429588124338954529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azarathgirl.blogspot.com/2007/05/heya.html' title=''/><author><name>interning-to-be-servant-of-God</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00890760164571594562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20681509.post-6781506199367881587</id><published>2007-05-21T20:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-21T20:26:41.705+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I SHOULD be doing my homework-something else to add to the list of things that i SHOULD be doing. But i WILL finish it. Even if i have to sacrifice my sleep to do so. My thoughts are DRIFTING to the cornetto's (ice cream in case my spelling was that incomprehensible) in my freezer.&lt;br /&gt;RAWR. I miss my parents. And watching Hotel Rwanda just made me fear even more. It's nice, yes. But nervewrecking. I SHALL TALK ABOUT HAPPIER THINGS. LIKE CG outing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;MUMMY AND DADDY! IF YOU SEE THIS, I REALLY LOVE YOU AND TAKE CARE!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, it was extremely fun. Had LUNCH at Mos burger, where we talked and laughed, and i found out that Matthew was from Chinese High ( i think) and had LOTS of fun. Went to the arcade at Bishan. Played drums.&lt;br /&gt;Matthew, Justin, and Jonathan played together.&lt;br /&gt;At the same time.&lt;br /&gt;Alternating between using hands and the ACTUAL drumsticks ( which are really lousy in my opinion because one of them even has it's head broken off ALREADY!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to TAKE NEOPRINTS!!!!! the girls started first actually. Then the guys saw us, and decided to take. On their on. TWICE. WITH NICE POSES!!! haha. I wish i could keep a copy of the ones they took on their on. Those actually looked better than ours in my opinion. xD I think we got them addicted. xD heheh&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY. Then we went to Matthew's house, which is really nice by the way, and bought stuff to BARBEQUE.&lt;br /&gt;Played hide and seek&lt;br /&gt;Played bible brainstorm ( i think)&lt;br /&gt;and... uhs....other more random stuff.&lt;br /&gt;Then we had BARBEQUE. with me and the rest of the girls cooking and fanning. (unfortunately, i think that the chicken was kind of undercooked, but the CORN was nice.) and then... we kind of messed the place, but matthew was REALLY REALLY NICE ABOUT IT. and then we sang MELINA and RUTH a b'day song!!&lt;br /&gt;Also, Matthew gave Jonathan, Karen, Angeline and I a lift home. WHICH JUST REINFORCES HOW NICE HE IS. and really funny too xD&lt;br /&gt;my parents were miffed though. shall not elaborate. OH. and obviously i didn't die over the NDP boots thing. But i'm worried that they might make me a reserve because we have 72 people now, which means 2 people will be made reserves. SIGH.&lt;br /&gt;Lit. horrible. I can't say i didn't expect it. I made a mistake, i pay for it. Heavily.&lt;br /&gt;anyway. sigh. STOP. MUST BE CHEERFUL! I SHALL STOP SLACKING SOON.&lt;br /&gt;RAWR. going to miss Matthew. Not that Ruth, and Clarice are BAD cg leaders, but. Matthew is just well.... Matthew. No one has like his energy, and *funniness* ( so kill me- i made a grammar error) well&lt;br /&gt;SIGHS&lt;br /&gt;I NEED TO FEEL LOVED. nevermind. God's always there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20681509-6781506199367881587?l=azarathgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azarathgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/6781506199367881587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20681509&amp;postID=6781506199367881587' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20681509/posts/default/6781506199367881587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20681509/posts/default/6781506199367881587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azarathgirl.blogspot.com/2007/05/i-should-be-doing-my-homework-something.html' title=''/><author><name>interning-to-be-servant-of-God</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00890760164571594562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20681509.post-4533864342373834124</id><published>2007-05-18T20:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-18T20:22:51.716+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>oh crass oh crass oh crass oh crass.&lt;br /&gt;MY BOOTS ARE IN SCHOOL!&lt;br /&gt;AND OMG I HAVE LIKE NDP TOMORROW! NDP! MISS ANGELINE CAN JUST KILL ME NOW.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20681509-4533864342373834124?l=azarathgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azarathgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/4533864342373834124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20681509&amp;postID=4533864342373834124' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20681509/posts/default/4533864342373834124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20681509/posts/default/4533864342373834124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azarathgirl.blogspot.com/2007/05/oh-crass-oh-crass-oh-crass-oh-crass.html' title=''/><author><name>interning-to-be-servant-of-God</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00890760164571594562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20681509.post-5586426724522426284</id><published>2007-05-17T13:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-17T13:42:56.906+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>if there's anything that makes me feel utterly miserable, it is the fact that i did extremely, horribly devastingly bad for my MYAS. i mean seriously. i got a 0.8 for my CHINESE! it's a 0.8, and it's pulling my GPA down like mad. ALSO i BARELY PASSED english.  ENGLISH. I mean i'm serious!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RAWR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing. My brain is in denial about the fact that I STILL HAVE LIKE A WEEK MORE OF SCHOOL TO GO BEFORE SCHOOL HOLIDAYS. I have a feeling i'm going to die before we reach the school holidays. The only thing that is keeping me alive is the fact that i am going to buy a cadbury bar of chocolate after school. That was random. Never mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think i need to lose weight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still have Chinese left.&lt;br /&gt;The last subject i want to have on earth.&lt;br /&gt;AND after tha FOTL.&lt;br /&gt;Don't get me wrong. I don't dislike FOTL. It's just that my THURSDAY timetables are the most draining of all. try:&lt;br /&gt;english&lt;br /&gt;geography&lt;br /&gt;speech&lt;br /&gt;recess&lt;br /&gt;history&lt;br /&gt;biology&lt;br /&gt;lunch&lt;br /&gt;chinese&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the day my class does the most work and studying. I mean, even TUESDAYS don't feel this bad. Although i can't remember why. RAWR yeah. So i am just too drained to even appreciate FOTL.&lt;br /&gt;went to shirim practice yesterday. FELT SOOOO EXTRA. I mean... i can't even hold the sticks properly. And the space between my left thumb and index finger hurts. That's why i love drum sets way more- mr. anthony doesn't really bother too much about how you hold the drumsticks. I mean yes, i'm sure it's essential, and will improve your playing and more- etc. etc. etc. yada yada yada. But honestly, i'm not too bothered. I mean, as long as i can play... speaking of drums, SADLY, i'm going to have to change my DRUM CLASSES to another day due to NDP on saturday, from 10-6. I hate that so much. even though i DO like NDP training. BUT... I AM GOING TO HAVE TO CHANGE MY DRUMS CLASS TO FIT MY SCHEDULE. This means, i will have to go to a new, and foreign class in which there  is NO MAE ANN TO TALK TO, and no like... people that i at least KNOW, like DANIEL and JERMAINE ( i think), and with a WHOLE CLASS FULL OF PEOPLE WHO DON'T KNOW ME, AND DON'T REALLY CARE THAT I EXIST, AND I WILL BE ALL ALONE, PLAUSIBLY EMBARASSING MYSELF IN FRONT OF PROS. Until AUGUST. DEAR _ _ _ , i can't WAIT for august the 9th to be over. THEN I CAN GO BACK TO NORMAL DRUM CLASS! it's either CHANGE or DROP. And dropping is not an option i am going to take. Definately not. So it's change. MUST REMEMBER to call/sms mr. anthony.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HUNGRY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT NO I SHALL RESIST.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;uhs. what was i going to say? oh yeah. Speaking of week end activities. SL. 7 more weeks. We do it ONLY FORTNIGHTLY, and SO far, only 3 times. and already i want to die, and am sick of it. RAWR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I NEED TO BE MORE RESPONSIBLE AND GUAIER!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20681509-5586426724522426284?l=azarathgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azarathgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/5586426724522426284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20681509&amp;postID=5586426724522426284' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20681509/posts/default/5586426724522426284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20681509/posts/default/5586426724522426284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azarathgirl.blogspot.com/2007/05/if-theres-anything-that-makes-me-feel.html' title=''/><author><name>interning-to-be-servant-of-God</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00890760164571594562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20681509.post-5546217715251186616</id><published>2007-05-09T16:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-09T16:36:41.134+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>rawr&lt;br /&gt;my blogger is STILL screwed but NEVERMIND! IT IS NO LONGER IN GERMAN! I AM LIBERATED! &lt;a class="noline" href="http://thesaurus.reference.com/browse/absolved"&gt;absolved&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a class="noline" href="http://thesaurus.reference.com/browse/clear"&gt;clear&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a class="noline" href="http://thesaurus.reference.com/browse/cleared"&gt;cleared&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a class="noline" href="http://thesaurus.reference.com/browse/discharged"&gt;discharged&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a class="noline" href="http://thesaurus.reference.com/browse/excepted"&gt;excepted&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a class="noline" href="http://thesaurus.reference.com/browse/excluded"&gt;excluded&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a class="noline" href="http://thesaurus.reference.com/browse/excused"&gt;excused&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a class="noline" href="http://thesaurus.reference.com/browse/favored"&gt;favored&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a class="noline" href="http://thesaurus.reference.com/browse/free"&gt;free&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a class="noline" href="http://thesaurus.reference.com/browse/immune"&gt;immune&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a class="noline" href="http://thesaurus.reference.com/browse/let%20go"&gt;let go&lt;/a&gt;*, &lt;a class="noline" href="http://thesaurus.reference.com/browse/let%20off"&gt;let off&lt;/a&gt;*, &lt;a class="noline" href="http://thesaurus.reference.com/browse/liberated"&gt;liberated&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a class="noline" href="http://thesaurus.reference.com/browse/not%20liable"&gt;not liable&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a class="noline" href="http://thesaurus.reference.com/browse/not%20responsible"&gt;not responsible&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a class="noline" href="http://thesaurus.reference.com/browse/not%20subject"&gt;not subject&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a class="noline" href="http://thesaurus.reference.com/browse/outside"&gt;outside&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a class="noline" href="http://thesaurus.reference.com/browse/privileged"&gt;privileged&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a class="noline" href="http://thesaurus.reference.com/browse/released"&gt;released&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a class="noline" href="http://thesaurus.reference.com/browse/set%20apart"&gt;set apart&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a class="noline" href="http://thesaurus.reference.com/browse/spared"&gt;spared&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a class="noline" href="http://thesaurus.reference.com/browse/special"&gt;special&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a class="noline" href="http://thesaurus.reference.com/browse/unbound"&gt;unbound&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a class="noline" href="http://thesaurus.reference.com/browse/unchecked"&gt;unchecked&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a class="noline" href="http://thesaurus.reference.com/browse/unrestrained"&gt;unrestrained&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a class="noline" href="http://thesaurus.reference.com/browse/unrestricted"&gt;unrestricted&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a class="noline" href="http://thesaurus.reference.com/browse/unshackled"&gt;unshackled&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a class="noline" href="http://thesaurus.reference.com/browse/void%20of"&gt;void of&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a class="noline" href="http://thesaurus.reference.com/browse/walked"&gt;walked&lt;/a&gt;* and FREED from exam oh yay :D&lt;br /&gt;of course, i screwed like english, history, chinese, geog and math. but nevermind :D TODAY WAS SUPER FUN!!!&lt;br /&gt;went shopping at Orchard with like Veron. Christine, Chelsea and Cheryl. We went to coronationplaza first for some nice $4 chicken chop, and we saw this ACSI boy carrying this really GIRL bag!! like omg. I took a picture, but i didn't manage to get a pic of him carrying it cos i was like CHANGING. Anyway, then we went to island creamary for REALLY nice mud pie before going orchard to shop. We went to far east first, taking like NEO PRINTS! and then we went window shopping! i bought this temp. tattoo with CHERYL from 77th street, then we went to WISMA and TAKA, where we dared each other to try clothes XD yes. i know it's not very nice, anyway, i took a pic with cheryl, both wearing a halter, and we dared Veron, Chelsea and Christine into this pink dress. xD VERY FUN :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20681509-5546217715251186616?l=azarathgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azarathgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/5546217715251186616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20681509&amp;postID=5546217715251186616' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20681509/posts/default/5546217715251186616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20681509/posts/default/5546217715251186616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azarathgirl.blogspot.com/2007/05/rawr-my-blogger-is-still-screwed-but.html' title=''/><author><name>interning-to-be-servant-of-God</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00890760164571594562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20681509.post-4856678346497375830</id><published>2007-05-05T18:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-05T18:25:57.328+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>whee! looking at my blog just reminds me how hot bya is XD drums class today. was fun, but i was like completely lost in the song at like the 6-10 bars of part B and stuff. ah wells. I finally understand what Paul says (was it paul who wrote that in the bible? Must ask Jonathan since he was the one who brought it up). I don't want to give in, yet i do, because i know it's bad yet i enjoy it. Translated: addiction. PURE. I should go study.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20681509-4856678346497375830?l=azarathgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azarathgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/4856678346497375830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20681509&amp;postID=4856678346497375830' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20681509/posts/default/4856678346497375830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20681509/posts/default/4856678346497375830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azarathgirl.blogspot.com/2007/05/whee-looking-at-my-blog-just-reminds-me.html' title=''/><author><name>interning-to-be-servant-of-God</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00890760164571594562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20681509.post-5489258536399020661</id><published>2007-05-01T11:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-01T11:57:54.611+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i swear blog surfing can be depressing. No wonder i don't do it often. I know i MAY be killed for saying this but Veron and Christine's blog posts both sound suspiciously familiar. LIke... complaining about not studying for MYAs, and sucking at training and slacking during cat class. I wonder what Veron's mission is. Never mine. That's what blogs are for, ain't it ? OK! I shall go back to my evil quadratic equations and biomes.&lt;br /&gt;sayonara&lt;br /&gt;i'm going to the land of EVIL HOMEWORK!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20681509-5489258536399020661?l=azarathgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azarathgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/5489258536399020661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20681509&amp;postID=5489258536399020661' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20681509/posts/default/5489258536399020661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20681509/posts/default/5489258536399020661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azarathgirl.blogspot.com/2007/05/i-swear-blog-surfing-can-be-depressing.html' title=''/><author><name>interning-to-be-servant-of-God</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00890760164571594562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20681509.post-7357588764232891389</id><published>2007-05-01T11:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-01T11:52:24.504+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yay :D managed to finish crapping lit. Anyway.... THANK YOU DAPHNE! I love you for going to 3rd lng with me yesterday so i don't have to do "e-learning" for jap today. Besides, having lessons with a sensei is ALWAYS better. oh, and she met her ex-classmate there as welll. Lol. IT's like we're fated to meet ex-classmates in makeup classes cos i met Marissa- an ex p6 classmate there as well. &gt;.&lt; Anyway... geog-biomes rawr. Like information overload. I wonder how big my brain's capacity is sometimes, because i get the feeling that everytime i learn something new, my brain is auto deleting other info to put it in. I just hope it's been deleting useless info, not info that i need, because that would be just plain sucky. If i had my way, i would create a machine that could suck out all the useless info that we didn't want, but was in our brain anyway, and store it on hard drive. Then we can pick info that we wanna keep and have it inputted. SO useful right? :D&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. i shall be random. I LOVE MANDY MOORE! gonna be love, and someday we'll know rocks! :D&lt;br /&gt;Drum classes always make me feel so zi bei/demoralised coz everyone else is PRO. Dunno what i'll do when i finish my whole drum course ( i think it's super ex, and so is piano,  so i better practice more and make it worthwhile). Hopefully i can get into worship team. If not i will have like ZERO chances of practicing/applying drumming skills and it would have all been for naught.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20681509-7357588764232891389?l=azarathgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azarathgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/7357588764232891389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20681509&amp;postID=7357588764232891389' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20681509/posts/default/7357588764232891389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20681509/posts/default/7357588764232891389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azarathgirl.blogspot.com/2007/05/yay-d-managed-to-finish-crapping-lit.html' title=''/><author><name>interning-to-be-servant-of-God</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00890760164571594562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20681509.post-622143514780520868</id><published>2007-04-29T18:14:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-29T18:14:58.889+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Forgot to add: Jonathan has NICER handwriting than mine too. And he's a guy. I feel demoralized. heck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HA HA!!! I FINISHED THE STUPID WS AND GOT ALL THE CORRECT ANSWERS!!!:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Now i'm stuck on lit. :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20681509-622143514780520868?l=azarathgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azarathgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/622143514780520868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20681509&amp;postID=622143514780520868' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20681509/posts/default/622143514780520868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20681509/posts/default/622143514780520868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azarathgirl.blogspot.com/2007/04/forgot-to-add-jonathan-has-nicer.html' title=''/><author><name>interning-to-be-servant-of-God</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00890760164571594562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20681509.post-6035605763147137776</id><published>2007-04-29T11:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-29T12:04:21.151+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;I AM SORRY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I know i haven't posted in a LOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOONNNNNNNNGGGGGGGGGGGG time. It's just that i've been busy. HONESTLY. HONTOUNI!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Anyway, today, got up at 6:30 JUST to do math. and Guess what? I only managed to do 1 question in half an hour. ONE PATHETIC QUESTION ON SIMULTANEOUS EQUATIONS. So i brought my work to church. And asked angeline, who couldn't help but nvm. Then i tried asking Dora. Then I asked Jonathan. And he did it, and i feel so stupid. It's SUPER SIMPLE! I shouldn't have been "put off" by the fraction. HE is SCARY! Instead of quadratic equations, apparently they're taught to use something called general formula ( or something like that), which is something like...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;negative b times positive/negative square root (b squared minus four a times c) divided by two a. and what happens is that you arrange the equation the same way that you arrange a quadratic equation then you assign what is a, b, and c and... to put it simply, it's scary. Anyway. The point is, i can't explain it to miss ha using that because we're SUPPOSED to use QUADRATIC equations. And the problem is that the equation is unsolvable using quadratic equation. This is random. But my 2.4 sucked. I guess i really wasn't pushing myself hard enough. It wasn't a lack of stamina. Just a lack of will. anyway. what i was going to say.... oh yeah! I visited mrMizars MULITPLY ACCOUNT! XD and i even "tagged" his account is kinda weird, i mean, it's titled : Are you morbid mr. Mizar? i mean like&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;'''-_- but thank goodness i remembered to change my multiply website name from my name to house of dreams in Japanese, cos he visited back my site. xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20681509-6035605763147137776?l=azarathgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azarathgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/6035605763147137776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20681509&amp;postID=6035605763147137776' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20681509/posts/default/6035605763147137776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20681509/posts/default/6035605763147137776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azarathgirl.blogspot.com/2007/04/i-am-sorry-i-know-i-havent-posted-in.html' title=''/><author><name>interning-to-be-servant-of-God</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00890760164571594562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20681509.post-4709456689746626853</id><published>2007-03-15T09:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-15T09:49:06.450+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hellos! i know i haven't posted in such a long while! anyway, i'm back from GB camp! It really was EXTREMELY enjoyable, even though it was shorter than last years. But the skit that my group ( LEVITES!) put up was really funny, with LOADS of lame pickup lines Eg:&lt;br /&gt;I have two words to say to you: I love you&lt;br /&gt;isn't that three words?&lt;br /&gt;You and i are one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lame right?! still, it was fun!! oh and i LOVE this years levites. RAWR i swear my posts are decreasing in literary worth, and getting even more random&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20681509-4709456689746626853?l=azarathgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azarathgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/4709456689746626853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20681509&amp;postID=4709456689746626853' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20681509/posts/default/4709456689746626853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20681509/posts/default/4709456689746626853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azarathgirl.blogspot.com/2007/03/hellos-i-know-i-havent-posted-in-such.html' title=''/><author><name>interning-to-be-servant-of-God</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00890760164571594562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20681509.post-4091948976678754396</id><published>2007-02-25T17:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-29T12:07:17.400+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I feel perfectly homocidal and murderous right now. I can totally understand now why some people feel like screaming their lungs out. Flinging/mutilating things. People too. I totally understand what drives murderers. Maybe because behind every murderer there is a stupid shitty &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;_______&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;family. and stupid &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;_______&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;younger siblings who suddenly go to you and say: ok, lets do it. While you're in the middle of osmethign extremely important to you. and you find out you have to give him a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt; _______&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;50 word long spelling, and you're younger brother isn't a genius. And a few hours before that, he has been calling you from the privacy of your room to the living room, back and forth at least 20 times to help him with a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;_______&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;science project worth 10 points. I few totally murderous. And after you do all that, he acts all innocent and oblivious like he has done nothing wrong. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;____&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Homocidal. Muderous. Mad at the world and my &lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;effing&lt;/span&gt; brother. Tire of having to please, and act perfect, patient, concerned and guai while people scream their heads off at me uncaringly and burden me with their problems when their pissed. I don't give a damn. I just want to scream.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;taking a break off being a christian for the hour.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20681509-4091948976678754396?l=azarathgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azarathgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/4091948976678754396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20681509&amp;postID=4091948976678754396' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20681509/posts/default/4091948976678754396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20681509/posts/default/4091948976678754396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azarathgirl.blogspot.com/2007/02/fuck.html' title=''/><author><name>interning-to-be-servant-of-God</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00890760164571594562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20681509.post-3291456259542625150</id><published>2007-02-24T20:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-24T20:33:44.381+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yay! i love my blogskin-i love Kuchiki Byakuya! i know this soudns obsessive but i got SUPER happy when i saw him in episode 34 xD i was trying to see how much bigger he was than hinamori. anyway. yes. one of my first emo posts. I dunno whether its good/wtv, but here it is. yay! its kind of decdicated to christine. I dunno what shappening between her and veron, but i hope that it gets better soon. :l&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Wanting to be understood, yet unwilling to tell people about myself. I guess i fear rejection. We all do. I don't want to put my heart in the hand of someone, just to have it wrenched out and torn till it hurts and i just want it all to stop. Hiding behind masks-of cold indifference, or happy cheerful smiles, when inside, i'm pissed, swearing at the word, and shattered in a million pieces.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know whats going on. I really don't. I want it all to stop, but it all seems beyond my control. It hurts so much, yet i can't-don't know what to do. Lost in a swirl of darkness, groping in the dark, trying to reach for you, or at least someone, who will save me from my pain. But you seem equally blinded, if not you're running away from me, because instead of getting closer, we're just drifting away. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Unwilling tears. Falling, endlessly. Crying in the middle of the night, because i don't want to show people my tears. Because i want people to understand, yet i don't want to explain. If you have to ask, you'll never know. But at least i can cry. The day i fear most is the day when salty tears will no longer fall. When my heart is hardened, like rock-inpenetratable. Then again, maybe it won't be so bad, because then, there will be no pain.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20681509-3291456259542625150?l=azarathgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azarathgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/3291456259542625150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20681509&amp;postID=3291456259542625150' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20681509/posts/default/3291456259542625150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20681509/posts/default/3291456259542625150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azarathgirl.blogspot.com/2007/02/yay-i-love-my-blogskin-i-love-kuchiki.html' title=''/><author><name>interning-to-be-servant-of-God</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00890760164571594562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20681509.post-116955068331412745</id><published>2007-01-23T19:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-23T19:11:23.330+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>heya! had Jap today, and i realised that i find some people REALLY nice, like julie for example. She's really nice! she kinda reminds me of Jonathan though, coz they both look KIND of a like, and they're both so genial! i haven't seen any of them mad before... but maybe that's coz i don't see them that frequently. As for Sarah, haha! i ALWAYS cope Jap hw from her, and she always lets us. she's REALLY nice, and SOMETIMES i feel as if i've known her longer than i really have. can't imagine her mad either.  :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20681509-116955068331412745?l=azarathgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azarathgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/116955068331412745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20681509&amp;postID=116955068331412745' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20681509/posts/default/116955068331412745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20681509/posts/default/116955068331412745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azarathgirl.blogspot.com/2007/01/heya-had-jap-today-and-i-realised-that.html' title=''/><author><name>interning-to-be-servant-of-God</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00890760164571594562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20681509.post-116937454362599104</id><published>2007-01-21T17:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-21T18:15:43.636+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HELLOOO!!! my dear beloved blog that i am so entirely enamoured with, and enchanted by. nah. ok, just kidding. but yes, i DO love you quite a lot. I'm SOOO sorry that i haven't blogged much recently. I guess coz i've been writing MORE in my diary lately, coz its so much more conveniant, and oso coz i haven't had much time since school started. But i am NOT going to let you die. NEVER! Anyways. oh yeah. on the point of a diary, i finished YET another one, completely, in 3 months. yupps. well... Today. the first session of YF in this year! oh and YESTERDAY, mum agreed to let me continue taking drum lessons! yay. in heaven. OH, but she flew off to japan EARLY this morning X(  she'll be back in a week. will miss her. Oh Yeah. i also wish that i had so much more time to write in my diary. OSO yesterday i watched this really nice but sad movie called a time to dance, and a really amusing movie called the laws of attraction. i just wish the male lead wasn't so old. xD ok. i am SO sorry. i know my thoughts are really disconcerted(?)/disconnected. I just have so much to say. Well. first session of CG with Matthew and Ruth. Yes, they are nice. i just miss clarice all the same. Lets seee... start with this morning... woke up really early(in my opinion xD) ( go me !) so that i had enough time to shower... daddy kinda woke up late, and welll... got... constipation, so his ROUTINE *ahem* was disrupted. so what happened was he caused us to be 15 mins late, and i think BECAUSE he wanted to push to blame to justin/ or he was just plain PMSING, he started scolding justin, and made him do things like wear shoes instead of sandals, top up his water bottle and bringing it along, etc. yupps. things that he claims that justin "should have done earlier" yupps. so we were even later.&lt;br /&gt;i dunno lah. i guess he can't stand  the fact that he is the one causing us to be late for once.&lt;br /&gt;CHURCH CG session:&lt;br /&gt;was ... enjoyable as usual. SInce it was the first session, we played ice breakers ( sort of) and what we did first, was write something on a piece of paper that people don't know about it, fold it up, then we re-distributed the papers, and then tried to guess who wrote what. so here's a list, because i'm bored, and i LIKE making lists:&lt;br /&gt;Beatrice-&lt;br /&gt;Matthew-peed on a person's head once ( there's a really logical and funny explanation behind this)&lt;br /&gt;Ruth- slept at one pm last night&lt;br /&gt;Jonathan-he has a dead blog&lt;br /&gt;Melina ( YES!! I KNOW!! SO CLOSE TO MY NAME RIGHT~~ FYI she's in red cross, and in Tanjong Katong CHIJ  {am i right melina?}) -she's going for drill comp. this year ( coolios)&lt;br /&gt;Karen-she broke her glasses out of anger when she was 4&lt;br /&gt;Angeline-she's a shopaholic&lt;br /&gt;Yuchen-&lt;br /&gt;Josiah-he likes turquoise ( ok....) &lt;br /&gt;Floyd-he likes blue (both obviously collaborated)&lt;br /&gt;me!-i dry my hair upside down -WHAT? i do it while lying on the bed, dangling off it more like actually, but it keeps your clothes free from the dripping water/ flying water droplets. of course, the floor  gets a little wet as well, but that's ANOTHER story.&lt;br /&gt;(those with blanks i can't remember, but i WILL fill in the blanks soon)&lt;br /&gt;so losers had to forfeit-do hula hoops (simple in my opinion)&lt;br /&gt;so.. me, matthew, ruth, josiah and beatrice had to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yupps&lt;br /&gt;then we all went around, saying 3 sentences, of which 2 were true and 1 isn't. and we FOUND out that-Yuchen is gay(?) (i personally think he's lying)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so that's basically what happened today... summary: had A LOT of fun&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20681509-116937454362599104?l=azarathgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azarathgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/116937454362599104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20681509&amp;postID=116937454362599104' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20681509/posts/default/116937454362599104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20681509/posts/default/116937454362599104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azarathgirl.blogspot.com/2007/01/hellooo-my-dear-beloved-blog-that-i-am.html' title=''/><author><name>interning-to-be-servant-of-God</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00890760164571594562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20681509.post-116739493218891675</id><published>2006-12-29T20:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-29T20:22:12.200+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Aggrivated, irritated, bothered, exasperated, BIG hangup, peeved,annoyed, nuisance, displeasure, fury, piqued, resenment, acrimony, bitternence, animosity,hostility, conflict.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hate the new changes. not very happy as can obviously be seen. Don't like the new classes- not many people i know, and NO MORE gb people. CRASS&gt; CRASS&gt; CRASS&gt; &lt;a href="mailto:#@%#%&amp;#$"&gt;#@%#%&amp;amp;#$&lt;/a&gt;#^* #$(&lt;a href="mailto:*#@$%#*%#($*#$&amp;#($"&gt;*#@$%#*%#($*#$&amp;amp;#($&lt;/a&gt;&amp; #%)*#_$#)%&amp;amp;#%^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah well. i suppose this just ensures that i HAVE to make new friends. CRASS&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20681509-116739493218891675?l=azarathgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azarathgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/116739493218891675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20681509&amp;postID=116739493218891675' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20681509/posts/default/116739493218891675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20681509/posts/default/116739493218891675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azarathgirl.blogspot.com/2006/12/aggrivated-irritated-bothered.html' title=''/><author><name>interning-to-be-servant-of-God</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00890760164571594562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20681509.post-116713715037643082</id><published>2006-12-26T20:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-26T20:45:50.390+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Guess what? I had another first in my life today! The first toilet that overflowed when i tried to flush! At Spans Joms, 3rd cubicle from the door. After i was *Ahem* done with my business, i tried to flush, only it just spit out more water, and i watched, transfixed with horror, amusement and the grotsqueness of seeing your... well... excretion floating to the surface along with LOADS of toilet paper. Until i decided it would be better to get out before it overflowed. So i turned towards the door, and while i unlocked it, i could even hear the water flowing out onto the floor. So i hurriedly dashed out and shut the door, and went to play BADMINTON!! xD but lets keep this a secret from the management there ok? (;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20681509-116713715037643082?l=azarathgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azarathgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/116713715037643082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20681509&amp;postID=116713715037643082' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20681509/posts/default/116713715037643082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20681509/posts/default/116713715037643082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azarathgirl.blogspot.com/2006/12/guess-what-i-had-another-first-in-my.html' title=''/><author><name>interning-to-be-servant-of-God</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00890760164571594562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20681509.post-116696309308508226</id><published>2006-12-24T20:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-24T20:24:53.086+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>got this from Lina's blog, and found it really amusin, so i shall post it here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Truth about Santa&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After much research, we present the annual aeronautical engineers report on the theory of Santa:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No known species of reindeer can fly. BUT there are 300,000 species of living organisms yet to be classified, and while most of these are insects and germs, this does not COMPLETELY rule out flying reindeer, which only Santa has ever seen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are 2 billion children (persons under 18) in the world. BUT since Santa doesn't (appear) to handle the Muslim, Hindu, Jewish &amp; Buddhist children, that reduces the workload to 15% of the total -378 million according to Population Reference Bureau. At an average (census) rate of 3.5 children per household, that's 91.8 million homes. One presumes that there's at least one good child in each.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Santa has 31 hours of Christmas to work with. This is due to the different time zones and the rotation of the earth, assuming he travels east to west (which seems logical). This works out to 822.6 visits/second. That is to say that for each Christian household with good children, Santa has .001 second to park, hop out of the sleigh, jump down the chimney, fill the stockings, distribute the remaining presents under the tree, eat whatever snacks have been left, get back up the chimney, get back into the sleigh and move on to the next house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Assuming that each of these 91.8 million stops are evenly distributed around the earth (which, of course, we know to be false but for the purposes of our calculations we will accept), we are now talking about .78 miles/household, a total trip of 75.5 million miles; not counting stops to do what most of us do at lease once every 31 hours, plus eating etc. So Santa's sleigh must be moving at 650 miles/second, 3,000 times the speed of sound. For purposes of comparison, the fastest man-made vehicle on earth, the Ulysses space probe, moves at a pokey 27.4 miles/second. A conventional reindeer can run, tops, 15 miles/hour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If every one of the 91.8 million homes with good children were to put out a single chocolate chip cookie and an 8 ounce glass of 2% milk, the total calories (needless to say other vitamins and minerals) would be approximately 225 calories (100 for the cookie, give or take, and 125 for the milk, give or take). Multiplying the number of calories per house by the number of homes (225 x 91.8 x 1000000), we get the total number of calories Santa consumes that night, which is 20,655,000,000 calories. To break it down further, 1 pound is equal to 3500 calories. Dividing our total number of calories by the number of calories in a pound (20655000000 / 3500) and we get the number of pounds Santa gains, 5901428.6, which is 2950.7 tons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The payload on the sleigh adds another interesting element. Assuming that each child gets nothing more than a medium-sized Lego set (2 lb.), the sleigh is carrying 321,300 tons, not counting Santa, who is invariably described as overweight. On land, conventional reindeer can pull no more than 300lb. Even granting that "flying reindeer" (see #1) can pull 10 TIMES the normal amount, we cannot do the job with 8, or even 9, reindeer. We need 214,200. This increases the payload - not counting the weight of the sleigh - to 353,430 tons. This is four times the weight of the ocean-liner Queen Elizabeth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;353,000 tons traveling at 650 miles/second creates enormous air resistance. This will heat the reindeer up in the same fashion as a spacecraft reentering the earth's atmosphere. The lead pair of reindeer will absorb 14.3 QUINTILLION joules of energy. Per second. Each. In short, they will burst into flame almost instantaneously, exposing the reindeer behind them and create deafening sonic booms in their wake. The entire reindeer team will be vaporized within .00426 of a second. Meanwhile, Santa, will be subjected to centrifugal forces 17,500.06 times greater than gravity. A 250 lb. Santa, being very conservative in terms of guessing Santa's weight, would be pinned to the back of his sleigh by 4,315,015 lb. of force. If Santa ever DID deliver presents on Christmas Eve, he's dead now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Merry Christmas to one and all!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20681509-116696309308508226?l=azarathgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azarathgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/116696309308508226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20681509&amp;postID=116696309308508226' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20681509/posts/default/116696309308508226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20681509/posts/default/116696309308508226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azarathgirl.blogspot.com/2006/12/got-this-from-linas-blog-and-found-it.html' title=''/><author><name>interning-to-be-servant-of-God</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00890760164571594562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20681509.post-116696279094512312</id><published>2006-12-24T20:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-24T20:19:50.956+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>heya. finally back from Seattle. Not that it wasn't enjoyable or anything. I was just kinda worried about being stuck there. Long story. ANYWAY. well. I'll door lock decided to give in on us today. I'm not going to go into detail about how spoilt it got, but it was bad. so the locksmith came, bashed up the lock (literally) and replaced it with a new one. btw, here's an interesting version of "We Three Kings"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We three kings of orient are,&lt;br /&gt;bearing gifts, exploding cigars.&lt;br /&gt;One got lighted...sizzle..... BOOMB!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We two kings of orient are,&lt;br /&gt;bearing gifts, exploding cigars.&lt;br /&gt;One got lighted.... sizzle... BOOMB!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I, one king of orient is,&lt;br /&gt;bearing gifts, exploding cigars.&lt;br /&gt;One got lighted.... sizzle.... BOOMB!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si----lent night.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20681509-116696279094512312?l=azarathgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azarathgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/116696279094512312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20681509&amp;postID=116696279094512312' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20681509/posts/default/116696279094512312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20681509/posts/default/116696279094512312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azarathgirl.blogspot.com/2006/12/heya.html' title=''/><author><name>interning-to-be-servant-of-God</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00890760164571594562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20681509.post-116554888483962660</id><published>2006-12-08T11:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-08T12:11:34.340+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I shall do a quiz that Christine as tagged me to do; not only because she has tagged me to do it, but because i LIKE doing quizzes as i think they are rather interesting and amusing, and well, are a way of letting people learn more about you and see their surprise when they learn something about you that they have never realised. Oh yeah, and also because it is good practice for sarcasm and comebacks. I'm weird this way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My teacher once said that...&lt;br /&gt;I am a capable student who can achieve much more if she reviews and cosolidates her work regularly- Mrs Bala&lt;br /&gt;Sadly, i have never seen the need to. Not yet at least.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never in my life have I regretted...&lt;br /&gt;EATING CHOCOLATE ICE CREAM.&lt;br /&gt;Wait. That doesn't count, since i regret it every single time i put on weight. Uh... learning to read :D I would be so deprived if not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I'm nervous...&lt;br /&gt;I am in an uneasy psychological state.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last time I laughed...&lt;br /&gt;6 mins and uh... 34... 35... secs ago when reading a Rae x Rob pairing fic by the title of "It only takes a moment" at fanfiction.net&lt;br /&gt;I love raven's sarcasm and... wit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hair...&lt;br /&gt;is on every part of body (except palms and soles), this helps maintain body temperature. Eye lashes filter out harmful particles. Hair grows from follicles that contain the lower shaft and root of the hair. The hair shaft projects through the dermis and epidermis and is kept soft by the sebaceous glands. Hair colour is determined by the concentration of melanin. ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My feet...&lt;br /&gt;have 5 toes attached to each one of them- 10 toes in all, that are covered in light pink, fading nail polish, and whose nails have not been cut since last monday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last christmas...&lt;br /&gt;Took place on the 24th December.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When i turn my head left...&lt;br /&gt;I see the kitchen and my two hamsters that are staring at me, wondering why i haven't changed their food yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When i turn my head right&lt;br /&gt;I see shoes. A whole pile of white school shoes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When i look down...&lt;br /&gt;i see the printer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The craziest event recently...&lt;br /&gt;A women lit matches in the plane to cover up the smell of her flatulence; causing the flight to have to turn round. She is now banned from taking American airlines. It's in today's papers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By this time next year...&lt;br /&gt;I will be 14, have completed my exams, eaten more ice cream, read more fanfics...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a hard time understanding...&lt;br /&gt;exactly why i am so addicted to fanfics and jin pai bing ren ( better halves)&lt;br /&gt;why people can be so intelligent&lt;br /&gt;What exactly is that thing inside me feeling the pain, laughter, happiness, controlling my fingers that are now typing this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One time at a family gathering...&lt;br /&gt;We ate papayas?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know i like you...&lt;br /&gt;When i don't treat you the way i treat my brother when he irritates me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I won an award,the person who decided that i would win the award would find out first, followed by the person who announces that i win the award.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Triangles have...&lt;br /&gt;The letters T-R-I-A-N-G-L-E in it?&lt;br /&gt;180 degrees worth of interior angles&lt;br /&gt;270 degress worth of exterior angles&lt;br /&gt;3 sides&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My ideal breakfast is...&lt;br /&gt;One that doesn't require me to cover a distance of more than 10 m, and wake up any earlier than 8 to consume it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you make me really happy&lt;br /&gt;i would smile/ laugh/ be elated?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which country do you plan to visit anytime soon...&lt;br /&gt;Ireland? PLAN being the operative word here. No saying that my plans will come true&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boys are...&lt;br /&gt; male human children, as contrasted to a female children, which are girl. The term "boy" is used to indicate biological sex distinctions, cultural gender role distinctions, or both. An adult male human is a man. The boundary is not clear cut and in many contexts terms such as "youth" of teenager are used for an intermediate stage. ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd stop my wedding...&lt;br /&gt;If somebody really close to me died E.g: the groom xD&lt;br /&gt;kidding&lt;br /&gt;nah, if i realised he was cheating on me or something?&lt;br /&gt;IF MY HAMSTERS DIED!!xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recent thing you've bought yourself...&lt;br /&gt;This really pretty purple watch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most recent thing someone else bought you...&lt;br /&gt;Lunch- my lovely dad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My least favourite time of the day...&lt;br /&gt;At night. wait. they said day?&lt;br /&gt;Anytime before 8. way too early.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last time i was high was...&lt;br /&gt;Cantata?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last person i talked to...&lt;br /&gt;Grandma? I feel bad leaving her downstairs after eating lunch. Should spend more time with her... hmmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i shouldn't have...&lt;br /&gt;spent so much time on the com.&lt;br /&gt;Last night i dreamt of...&lt;br /&gt;Not going to tell. Potentially embarrassing. It was really weird and unexpected. Not unpleasant though. xD that soudns so wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's this girl...&lt;br /&gt;Whose name is Raven, comes from the planet of Azarath, and is a member of the teen titans, is an empath, and isn't real.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll tell the next person who makes me really happy...&lt;br /&gt;that they made me happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm listening to...&lt;br /&gt;We go together. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I last ate...&lt;br /&gt;Vermicelli- tang hoon basically.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My bedsheet is&lt;br /&gt;kinda crumpled. light blue, with Puppies!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My table i....&lt;br /&gt;White wood top with metal legs, and dumped full of Stupid irritating nauseating chinese newspapers, books, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My full name ...&lt;br /&gt;does not contain the words: Azalea, Atlanta, Atalanta, Raven, Roth, Samantha, Akiko, Yuriko, Samantha.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; random next 4 people who are gonna do this quiz are...&lt;br /&gt;like the title. its random. so anybody who feels random enough, go ahead.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20681509-116554888483962660?l=azarathgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azarathgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/116554888483962660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20681509&amp;postID=116554888483962660' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20681509/posts/default/116554888483962660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20681509/posts/default/116554888483962660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azarathgirl.blogspot.com/2006/12/i-shall-do-quiz-that-christine-as.html' title=''/><author><name>interning-to-be-servant-of-God</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00890760164571594562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20681509.post-116539825529587050</id><published>2006-12-06T17:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-06T17:44:15.316+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I shall just be REALLY weird and random. Anyway. Was showering just a few minutes ago, and decided to use conditioned today. Looked at the brand- Clairol Herbal Essence, same brand as my shampoo. Then i started to wonder why i always use this brand. Finally realised it was because it smelled kinda nice. JUSTIN IS BUGGING ME!! sorry. anyway. yeah. Remembered asking Samantha what shampoo/conditioner she used coz it smelt nice. I remember she didn't answer for a week, before finally writing a letter that lasted one whole side on it. Was funny. Ok. end of randomness. commence normal brain thoughts&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20681509-116539825529587050?l=azarathgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azarathgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/116539825529587050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20681509&amp;postID=116539825529587050' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20681509/posts/default/116539825529587050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20681509/posts/default/116539825529587050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azarathgirl.blogspot.com/2006/12/i-shall-just-be-really-weird-and.html' title=''/><author><name>interning-to-be-servant-of-God</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00890760164571594562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20681509.post-116536412647422733</id><published>2006-12-06T07:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-06T08:15:26.623+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hey! Guess what? This morning was kinda freaky coz the first thing i heard when i woke up was " catch it! Catch it!"&lt;br /&gt;"You catch it if you dare to touch it!"&lt;br /&gt;"Call her to catch it!"&lt;br /&gt;followed by knocks on my door , and my dad saying " Go catch your hamster! it escaped!" Turns our Shadow managed to escape from this small opening that i didn't lock tightly.  My dad said it totally freaked him out when he heard the scampering and saw it. He thought a mouse got into our house. xD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20681509-116536412647422733?l=azarathgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azarathgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/116536412647422733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20681509&amp;postID=116536412647422733' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20681509/posts/default/116536412647422733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20681509/posts/default/116536412647422733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azarathgirl.blogspot.com/2006/12/hey-guess-what-this-morning-was-kinda.html' title=''/><author><name>interning-to-be-servant-of-God</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00890760164571594562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20681509.post-116532936186296358</id><published>2006-12-05T22:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-05T22:36:01.916+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HEYA!!! I know i haven't blogged in awhile. Anyway. Things have been happening. I have started to go for Drum class with my cuz- every thursday and saturday. It's really fun. Oh yeah. And my bro crashed the com awhile ago, but since it's under warranty, we get a NEW hard drive. The old drive is being passed to my cousin in hopes that he will be able to salvage the info on it- GB photos, class photos, photos taken in Australia by me, Hainan island by my mum... the list goes on. Yeah. Anyway... i realized something about the way that i memorize piano pieces- i don't memorize it note for note, instead, my fingers just seem to know what to play, even though my brain has ABSOLUTELY no idea what comes next. Anyway. I'm installing stuff like the printer and the wireless broadband to the new hard drive. Yups. And oh. uh. my maids mum died, so she's getting ready to go back soon. I have brought the two hamsters- Shadow and Snowy up, and now have grown more attached to them in the sense that i ABSOLUTELY REFUSE to give them away. Church camp on 11-14th. Going out with Christine on her b'day- supposedly. Realised how much i love my parents, and how nice they are. Anyway. Christine is on a COMPUTER BAN!! poor thing. But seriously. It can't be that bad, right? I want one too! I don't mind having someone sitting at home and making sure i don't waste my time, since i give in to temptations ( read as snacking/ spending my whole day online ) extremely easily. Have been using the type writer a lot too. It's really fun, but i think i press the keys too hard such that the ribbon now has holes, and i even managed to puncture a hole in the paper. Since i feel bored, and am having fun anyway while waiting for the printer program to work, i shall just continue gabbing. Don't read. You might die of boredom. Anyway. I shall go on to the point of stories/ fanfics. Seriously i don't see whats wrong with an OCCASIONALY mary sue character. I mean, granted, yes their perfection can get UBER irritating at times, but i think occasionally its fine. It can have negative effects for people who take it seriously and actually wait their whole life for their PERFECT lovestory, and prince charming on a white horse, and actually miss out on REAL life and love, but for people like me who know i will never be perfect and want some fun, excitement, fantasy and pefection in my life, and can get so absorbed in stories that they sometimes feel so real, An occasional mary-sue is like as close as i can get to a taste of perfection that i KNOW i will never attain. But i like my life as it is. i love my family, friends, and have all i need. I just wished that i could be better. character wise and intelligence wise.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20681509-116532936186296358?l=azarathgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azarathgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/116532936186296358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20681509&amp;postID=116532936186296358' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20681509/posts/default/116532936186296358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20681509/posts/default/116532936186296358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azarathgirl.blogspot.com/2006/12/heya-i-know-i-havent-blogged-in-awhile.html' title=''/><author><name>interning-to-be-servant-of-God</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00890760164571594562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20681509.post-116435100259011735</id><published>2006-11-24T14:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-24T14:50:02.600+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HELLO!!! I'm watching gong!! I think Yul is so cute!! But its kinda sad. If only he was prince from the start... anyway... I RESTRUNG my guitar yesterday... and.. i killed my nail polish in the process. sighs. oh well. im slacking again xD&lt;br /&gt;i luv auditions BEATUP&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20681509-116435100259011735?l=azarathgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azarathgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/116435100259011735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20681509&amp;postID=116435100259011735' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20681509/posts/default/116435100259011735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20681509/posts/default/116435100259011735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azarathgirl.blogspot.com/2006/11/hello-im-watching-gong-i-think-yul-is.html' title=''/><author><name>interning-to-be-servant-of-God</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00890760164571594562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20681509.post-116393555977875233</id><published>2006-11-19T19:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-19T19:25:59.790+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5309/2081/1600/PIC00609.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5309/2081/320/PIC00609.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hello!! just decided to post a picture of this delightfully lovely bruise that i got on my left knee when i fell down in the KS Chee thanks to that irritating long skirt. (thanks hannah for lending it to me though)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20681509-116393555977875233?l=azarathgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azarathgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/116393555977875233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20681509&amp;postID=116393555977875233' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20681509/posts/default/116393555977875233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20681509/posts/default/116393555977875233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azarathgirl.blogspot.com/2006/11/hello-just-decided-to-post-picture-of.html' title=''/><author><name>interning-to-be-servant-of-God</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00890760164571594562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20681509.post-116386318159039381</id><published>2006-11-18T23:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-18T23:19:41.603+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;18 november. the day of the CANTATA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;i still remember being negative about having to come every day for the rehearsals, but as the day draws nearer, i couldn't believe how good we were getting. and then finally we were here. The day where we make all our efforts worth it.EVERYBODY WAS FANTASTIC!! sound and lights people rocked!! and the crew were so fast during scene change, and the choir was almost pitch perfect. of course, can't forget the actors, who were so marvelous that i almost forgot who they really were for a moment. Then there are the teachers, always driving us on, with insipration, and of course, $3 lunches. We had a lot of fun doing it- runnning around backstage, complaining and playing with costumes, taking photos, singing, running about...and the choir dancing to "barbie girl" backstage every time they played it. and of course, the excitement of just being involved- singing " small pear 30 cents, big pear 50 cents, if you buy a big big pear, also 50 cents" with Tze Gek- talking backstage, eating muffins, then after the play, reciting lines loudly in the foyer while waiting for parents to come, and getting hysterical and fun, with Squishy and Hannah acting out a love triangle with Hillary.. haha, and of course- learning the bimbo poses 1-10. will never forget that. haha. happy, satisfied, tired. cantata 2006 has really drawn us closer, and as miss leow puts it- made us. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20681509-116386318159039381?l=azarathgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azarathgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/116386318159039381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20681509&amp;postID=116386318159039381' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20681509/posts/default/116386318159039381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20681509/posts/default/116386318159039381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azarathgirl.blogspot.com/2006/11/18-november.html' title=''/><author><name>interning-to-be-servant-of-God</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00890760164571594562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20681509.post-116350030915474660</id><published>2006-11-14T18:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T18:31:49.170+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hello!! haven't posted in a while. anyway, we've all been cheered up and improving for Cantata. I realised today however, that the choir is kinda pathetic w.out Ruo ting and val, and uh. how are they gonna make it stretch for 2 hrs?! anyway... uh yeah, met Sam today, after rehearsal... the Netball people were having like some friendly match/ carnival among schools  thing. So she was there for Mgs. When i first saw her i was like staring at her, trying to see if she really WAS sam. she hasn't changed much, still looks the same, except she has braces now ( blue i think) and cut her hair shorter... Still don't think she needs braces. Wonder if Hannah saw her. i think she probably did. anyway. oh yeah. Hannah and Joelynn dropped by to watch our cantata rehearsal. can't wait till we can stop coming back for rehearsal. as much as i love the cantata and how it is going, it gets tiring sometimes. mum in japan. sighs. miss and love her. hope she gets back soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20681509-116350030915474660?l=azarathgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azarathgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/116350030915474660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20681509&amp;postID=116350030915474660' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20681509/posts/default/116350030915474660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20681509/posts/default/116350030915474660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azarathgirl.blogspot.com/2006/11/hello-havent-posted-in-while.html' title=''/><author><name>interning-to-be-servant-of-God</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00890760164571594562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20681509.post-116270619547469815</id><published>2006-11-05T13:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-05T13:56:35.486+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>THIS IS A REMINDER THAT MY MUMMY HAS FORCED ME TO MAKE&gt;&gt; WE SHALL GO TO ROBINSON BY NEXTWEEK TO USE VOUTURES!!![HOW DO YOU SPELL?] anyway. i realised something i'll miss. working on class banner and stuff&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20681509-116270619547469815?l=azarathgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azarathgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/116270619547469815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20681509&amp;postID=116270619547469815' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20681509/posts/default/116270619547469815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20681509/posts/default/116270619547469815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azarathgirl.blogspot.com/2006/11/this-is-reminder-that-my-mummy-has.html' title=''/><author><name>interning-to-be-servant-of-God</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00890760164571594562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20681509.post-116270306658621229</id><published>2006-11-05T13:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-05T13:04:26.596+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hello!! i have TWO sets of the whole SLAM DUNK series with me!! so happy!! haha one is from ZEBO and is OFFICIALLY mine. the other is a loan from Gary KOR KOR. haha so happy anyway. watching ouran high... muahaha i'm still in love with "because you live" hehs. ANYWAY. since i have been SADLY unable to get Afiqah on msn, i shall just ask her here now and hopes she reads this post- AFIQAH!! can you go with AZIRA and I and maybe other ppl to watch STEP UP on 9 Nov after collecting results, at like ... i dunno.. Lido? AZIRA!! please go with me!! i wanna watch!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20681509-116270306658621229?l=azarathgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azarathgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/116270306658621229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20681509&amp;postID=116270306658621229' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20681509/posts/default/116270306658621229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20681509/posts/default/116270306658621229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azarathgirl.blogspot.com/2006/11/hello-i-have-two-sets-of-whole-slam.html' title=''/><author><name>interning-to-be-servant-of-God</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00890760164571594562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20681509.post-116254784193125722</id><published>2006-11-03T17:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-03T17:57:21.943+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>finished reading the dark magician trilogy again. its so cool, cute and sweet. I love the part where Akkarin went "you can go ahead and warm the bed for me xD"&lt;br /&gt;and the part where Sonea went " Because that would mean that the High Lord would have died, and i only recently stopped wanting it to happen" and also when she thought "not only am i having conversations with myself, but now, i'm refusing to talk to me. This has got to be the first sign of madness"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20681509-116254784193125722?l=azarathgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azarathgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/116254784193125722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20681509&amp;postID=116254784193125722' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20681509/posts/default/116254784193125722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20681509/posts/default/116254784193125722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azarathgirl.blogspot.com/2006/11/finished-reading-dark-magician-trilogy.html' title=''/><author><name>interning-to-be-servant-of-God</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00890760164571594562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20681509.post-116254588650488331</id><published>2006-11-03T17:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-03T17:24:46.506+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i like the song "because you live" actually, the beginning is so nice, as is the chorus&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20681509-116254588650488331?l=azarathgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azarathgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/116254588650488331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20681509&amp;postID=116254588650488331' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20681509/posts/default/116254588650488331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20681509/posts/default/116254588650488331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azarathgirl.blogspot.com/2006/11/i-like-song-because-you-live-actually.html' title=''/><author><name>interning-to-be-servant-of-God</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00890760164571594562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20681509.post-116254578152170039</id><published>2006-11-03T17:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-03T17:23:01.530+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>heya. at home now... sighs. i swear i will never forget to empty my locker ever again. see, i realised it was CHOCK FULL, but never bothered until today, so today, i had to lug EVERYTHING home in a torn plastic bag. Anyway... when i got out of the MRT station, realised that it was like torrential, so i had to take the long "sheltered" way back home, clutching my books and my wallet that were all in danger of dropping at any second. Anyway. the shelters were practically useless, since the ppl who built them APPARENTLY didn't realise that there was such a thing called WIND, which could blow the rain in from the sides, so i still got kinda drenched anyway... sighs. oh yeah... was asked to CONSIDER applying for IVP. i don't think i'm good enough, but trying seems harmless enough. anyway... i have the song "Because you live" by Jesse McCartney stuck in my head. not entirely unpleasant, but not extremely wonderful either. its kind of a sad song... KIND OF. but it would be sweet if a guy sung it to you i suppose... haha. well... last day of school... what can i say? i took pictures and videos. was fun. xD everybody talking about "petitioning" to Miss Ong to let us stay as a class. haha. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20681509-116254578152170039?l=azarathgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azarathgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/116254578152170039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20681509&amp;postID=116254578152170039' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20681509/posts/default/116254578152170039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20681509/posts/default/116254578152170039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azarathgirl.blogspot.com/2006/11/heya.html' title=''/><author><name>interning-to-be-servant-of-God</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00890760164571594562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20681509.post-116253539795027567</id><published>2006-11-03T14:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-03T14:29:57.963+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hello... guess where i am now? yup.. sitting in MY empty, dark classroom. My digital portfolio got automatically screwed when i tried to upload it, so now i no longer care. (: haha ah well. i'll miss this class both the physical class room and the people. Ponning GB rehearsal again. have no idea where they are.... feel really evil and bad&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20681509-116253539795027567?l=azarathgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azarathgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/116253539795027567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20681509&amp;postID=116253539795027567' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20681509/posts/default/116253539795027567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20681509/posts/default/116253539795027567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azarathgirl.blogspot.com/2006/11/hello.html' title=''/><author><name>interning-to-be-servant-of-God</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00890760164571594562</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.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>
