<?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-21692774</id><updated>2011-04-22T03:20:16.825+08:00</updated><title type='text'>d anceli ke yo ujust don 'tcare</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forensicroyalty.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21692774/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forensicroyalty.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21692774/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>dinisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16026858584111470148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>131</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21692774.post-8759654192729992776</id><published>2007-05-01T22:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-01T23:00:50.221+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Look into my eyes and tell me what you see, dear.&lt;br /&gt;Do you see shadows there?&lt;br /&gt;Darker then they ought to appear.&lt;br /&gt;Do you see the secrets I keep?&lt;br /&gt;The secrets I want so badly to disappear.&lt;br /&gt;Do you see all the things that I fear?&lt;br /&gt;Hoping that I will never lose you.&lt;br /&gt;Listen to me speak, dear.&lt;br /&gt;And I will tell you things you never knew.&lt;br /&gt;About you, me and us.&lt;br /&gt;Let me wet my lips when I am tired of talking.&lt;br /&gt;Let me stay this way forever, here in your embrace.&lt;br /&gt;But look into my eyes.&lt;br /&gt;And let me know what you see.&lt;br /&gt;All the things about me,&lt;br /&gt; good and bad. But mostly bad.&lt;br /&gt;Fortune favoured or singled out to be condemned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My shadow stretches a thousand miles.&lt;br /&gt;And it envelopes everything in darkness.&lt;br /&gt;But if you listen carefully,&lt;br /&gt;let it whisper in your ear,&lt;br /&gt;your shadow will tell you what you want to hear.&lt;br /&gt;It'll tell you stories about its adventures.&lt;br /&gt;All the places it's been,&lt;br /&gt;all the things it's seen.&lt;br /&gt;All the people it's met,&lt;br /&gt;all the conversations it's shared.&lt;br /&gt;And if you pry hard enough,&lt;br /&gt;it'll tell you with the utmost conviction&lt;br /&gt;that it really is you who is the shadow.&lt;br /&gt;The mimic.&lt;br /&gt;The silent observer.&lt;br /&gt;You are the absence of light.&lt;br /&gt;You are the darkness that is&lt;br /&gt;its constant follower.&lt;br /&gt;It is you who bends and stretches and twists and breaks.&lt;br /&gt;It is you who takes it all away&lt;br /&gt;You've seen it all and it's never enough&lt;br /&gt;It keeps leaving me needing you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just.&lt;br /&gt;Take.&lt;br /&gt;Me.&lt;br /&gt;Away.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21692774-8759654192729992776?l=forensicroyalty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forensicroyalty.blogspot.com/feeds/8759654192729992776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21692774&amp;postID=8759654192729992776' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21692774/posts/default/8759654192729992776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21692774/posts/default/8759654192729992776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forensicroyalty.blogspot.com/2007/05/look-into-my-eyes-and-tell-me-what-you.html' title=''/><author><name>dinisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16026858584111470148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21692774.post-6474994928786028621</id><published>2007-04-15T20:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-15T21:34:27.607+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Under this canopy of trees.&lt;br /&gt;It is just you and me, you leading, I following.&lt;br /&gt;Behind, always an arm's length behind.&lt;br /&gt;Your eyes flicker wearily backwards,&lt;br /&gt;you know of my presence.&lt;br /&gt;I am the tiger, I tell myself.&lt;br /&gt;I stalk my prey with the utmost meticulousness.&lt;br /&gt;The trepidations of your fingers tell me otherwise.&lt;br /&gt;You are not afraid.&lt;br /&gt;You are anxious for the coming pursuit.&lt;br /&gt;So I brace and lock my legs,&lt;br /&gt;ready for the pounce, unaware if you will allow yourself to succumb.&lt;br /&gt;Or leave me grasping empty air.&lt;br /&gt;You want to watch me dream somemore.&lt;br /&gt;Leave this tiger wondering what you will do next.&lt;br /&gt;Did you notice me too? Crouched in the foliage.&lt;br /&gt;Do you covert my meat as much as I hunger for yours?&lt;br /&gt;Just because gazelle's eat grass, it doesn't mean&lt;br /&gt;they don't crave meat.&lt;br /&gt;I want to know, the tiger tells itself.&lt;br /&gt;I want to know if you want me as much as I want you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We shall see.&lt;br /&gt;The tiger licks it's lips.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She uncapps the bottle titled "Emotions" that stood on the shelve for the longest time. She'd wanted to use it right. She took her chances at times but backed off at every chance she got. She'd never wanted anyone else. She never needed anyone else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For her Unicorn told her so.&lt;br /&gt;&amp; now euphoria places meaning in it's worth all over again.&lt;br /&gt;Her knight has won her heart all over again&lt;br /&gt;but this time, it felt so right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not that it ever was wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My blood throbbed and pulsed.&lt;br /&gt;Beating it's beat at the back of my head.&lt;br /&gt;My mouth went dry.&lt;br /&gt;Like eating a fistful of sand.&lt;br /&gt;My breath must have leapt in decibels,&lt;br /&gt;amplified in my anxiety and fear.&lt;br /&gt;It was all I could hear.&lt;br /&gt;Not the pounding of feet.&lt;br /&gt;Not the grunts and groans.&lt;br /&gt;Not the fact that I was all alone.&lt;br /&gt;My hand gripped tighter, and I bit down on my tongue.&lt;br /&gt;Feeling the artificial skin stretched taut&lt;br /&gt;between my finger tips,&lt;br /&gt;I wiped the sweat from my brow,&lt;br /&gt;and took in a final breath.&lt;br /&gt;And held it.&lt;br /&gt;Everything came rushing back to me.&lt;br /&gt;The sounds, the smell, the blinding sun.&lt;br /&gt;And the beat, beat, beating of the blood&lt;br /&gt; at the back of my head.&lt;br /&gt;And I will never forget the exhilaration.&lt;br /&gt;When the prize left my hands.&lt;br /&gt;And it jetted into the blue-white sky.&lt;br /&gt;Piercing the heavens only to come down&lt;br /&gt; in a rain of glory.&lt;br /&gt;I awoke from day dreams with a cheer.&lt;br /&gt;A hip-hip-hooray or sorts.&lt;br /&gt;And I knew, at that moment,&lt;br /&gt;the camaraderie was killing me.&lt;br /&gt;Yet it was the only thing keeping me alive.&lt;br /&gt;I rejoiced.&lt;br /&gt;For something so simple,&lt;br /&gt;for that short moment,&lt;br /&gt;made me so complete.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My thoughts are all a mess now. I promise I'll be sane again the next time I blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's because I'm happy and you know why.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21692774-6474994928786028621?l=forensicroyalty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forensicroyalty.blogspot.com/feeds/6474994928786028621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21692774&amp;postID=6474994928786028621' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21692774/posts/default/6474994928786028621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21692774/posts/default/6474994928786028621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forensicroyalty.blogspot.com/2007/04/under-this-canopy-of-trees.html' title=''/><author><name>dinisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16026858584111470148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21692774.post-3959229335919969582</id><published>2007-04-08T18:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-08T22:01:50.960+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>You looked so strong. Confident and independent; perfect in all ways which would explain why she always wanted to have you. Yet, I watched from afar, just a quick glimpse and my cardiovascular locomotive would go on churning for days. I believed that since you were perfect, adding myself to the equation would just subtract, if even just one, from that pefect hundred. To me, that was enough, seeing you presented, rounded-up, never down, that to me was beauty, in my warped sense of lyrical romanticism.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet, as my glimpses of you grew exceeding lacking in numeration, I began to crave the sight of your existence. You held me transfixed, in an odd sense, like a moth to a flame. Whenever I flew too close, my heart would get singed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I'll never have you, that's what makes you so goddamned fascinating, because no matter how hard I flap my wings, pound my chest or type myself to death, you'll never look my way. Simply because: you are the flame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And me? What of me?&lt;br /&gt;As ever, I am the ever fateful moth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;High.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The night ends on a note of sickness and dry heaving. Acid and bile are foreign to the tongue - it brings unwelcomed explosions of sourness and surprises unsuspecting taste buds. Through the grimace, you see reassuring faces, you feel comforting hands running up and down your back and you hear the gentle lull of concerned voices. Yet, while the world was busy swimming, you were busy doing your own. Fighting against the surge of emotions, struggling upstream, against all impulses and natural instinct.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is no reason keeping up appearances; you get sick all over the floor. You get sick all over again. There is no escape from this sinking feeling, like you're falling, deeper still and there is no out this time. But you fall through, flat on your face, slumped over the toilet and the night ends on a note of sickness and dry heaving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it ends well.&lt;br /&gt;Apparently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry, I have run out of intelligent excuses.&lt;br /&gt;I apologive, my thoughts are a jumbled haze.&lt;br /&gt;Too tired to think straight, so many words meander, my sentences derelict.&lt;br /&gt;Vocabulary missing, my diction, out of place.&lt;br /&gt;Sooner or later the world will lose it's hold over me and I will slowly float into space.&lt;br /&gt;My exhaustion overcomes gravity - when I sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so I sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got accepted into the Millennian Stage! Highlight of the week.&lt;br /&gt;Otherwise, homework's been piling up to the sky &amp; I think i'm majorly jinxed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Remember to breathe.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Don't forget.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21692774-3959229335919969582?l=forensicroyalty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forensicroyalty.blogspot.com/feeds/3959229335919969582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21692774&amp;postID=3959229335919969582' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21692774/posts/default/3959229335919969582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21692774/posts/default/3959229335919969582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forensicroyalty.blogspot.com/2007/04/you-looked-so-strong.html' title=''/><author><name>dinisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16026858584111470148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21692774.post-3982381641439550562</id><published>2007-03-29T20:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-29T20:53:55.351+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>We're in the woods, just the two of us. I have on my best sneakers, the ones with rainbow laces and the place on the back that Windsor chewed through when he was a puppy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her steps are bigger than mine, but it's a game-I try to jump into the hole her shoes leave behind. I'm a frog; I'm a kangaroo; I'm magic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I walk, it sounds like cereal getting poured for breakfast.&lt;br /&gt;Crunch. "My legs hurt," I tell her.&lt;br /&gt;"It's just a bit longer."&lt;br /&gt;"I don't want to walk," I say, and I sit right there because if I don't move, she won't either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She leans down and points, but the trees are like the legs of tall people I can't see around. "Do you see it yet?" she asks me.&lt;br /&gt;I shake my head. Even if I could see it, I would have told her I couldn't.&lt;br /&gt;She picks me up and puts me on her shoulders.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The pond," she says. "Can you see the pond?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From up here, I can. It is a piece of sky lying on the ground.&lt;br /&gt;When Heaven breaks, who fixes it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Schools been a bitch and I think GP is the only reason why I even turn up everyday. Gone are the days when I had a life. Or did I even?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was reading through the Midsummer Night's Dream pamphlet and it stars REHAAN ENGINEER. How queer and amazingly funny. That sums up my randomity for the week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drama Auditions on the 5th at The Changing Room. All the best to whoevers auditioning! but I really really really hope I get it cause all the other CCAs couldn't be more monotonous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a bigass accounting tutorial to do but all I want to do now is escape into an intriguing book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;How now, wholesome iniquity.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21692774-3982381641439550562?l=forensicroyalty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forensicroyalty.blogspot.com/feeds/3982381641439550562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21692774&amp;postID=3982381641439550562' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21692774/posts/default/3982381641439550562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21692774/posts/default/3982381641439550562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forensicroyalty.blogspot.com/2007/03/were-in-woods-just-two-of-us.html' title=''/><author><name>dinisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16026858584111470148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21692774.post-2041258022087552399</id><published>2007-03-05T13:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-05T14:07:14.827+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Before you met me I was a Fairy Princess&lt;br /&gt;I caught frogs and called them Prince&lt;br /&gt;And made myself a Queen&lt;br /&gt;Before you knew me I travelled round the world&lt;br /&gt;I slept in castles and fell in love&lt;br /&gt;Because I was taught to dream&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found mayonnaise bottles and poked holes on top&lt;br /&gt;To capture Tinkerbell&lt;br /&gt;They were just fireflies to the untrained eye&lt;br /&gt;But I could always tell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe in fairytales and dreamers dreams like Bedsheet Sails&lt;br /&gt;I believe in Peterpan and miracles&lt;br /&gt;And anything I can to get by&lt;br /&gt;And fireflies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I grew up I saw you on a cloud&lt;br /&gt;I could bless myself in your name and pat you on your wings&lt;br /&gt;Before I grew up I heard you whisper so loud&lt;br /&gt;"Life is hard, and so is Love, child, believe in all these things"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found mayonnaise bottles and poked holes on top&lt;br /&gt;To capture Tinkerbell&lt;br /&gt;They were just fireflies to the untrained eye&lt;br /&gt;But I could always tell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before you met me I was a Fairy Princess&lt;br /&gt;I caught frogs and called them Prince&lt;br /&gt;And made myself a Queen&lt;br /&gt;Before you knew me I travelled round the world&lt;br /&gt;I slept in castles and fell in love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because I was taught to dream.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21692774-2041258022087552399?l=forensicroyalty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forensicroyalty.blogspot.com/feeds/2041258022087552399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21692774&amp;postID=2041258022087552399' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21692774/posts/default/2041258022087552399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21692774/posts/default/2041258022087552399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forensicroyalty.blogspot.com/2007/03/before-you-met-me-i-was-fairy-princess.html' title=''/><author><name>dinisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16026858584111470148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21692774.post-6776853756923113397</id><published>2007-03-04T11:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-04T12:55:35.985+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The sky segmented, the dark canopy drawing bold black outlines, my eyes distinguish the segregation between heaven and earth. Sweat smudges and stings, I grimace and wince but the image is not entirely lost. I hold this revelation tightly, dearly, I am over-awed. Beneath the soles of my feet the gravel grunts and grates, restlessly tossing and turning, sliding me uneasily down my path. Uneasily I take heed, I shuffle, I increase my speed, taking me leagues from where my heart is in keep. Like the swirling of milk into coffee, I become diffused into the absolute blackness around me, slowly thinning until I am but a wisp and then I disappear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mind is lost first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But my body feels the cold of night. My fingers tingle; it is pins-and-needles that prickle my skin ceaselessly. A blanket of dew settles on me, like cold silk against my skin, I think morbidly, this is my death veil. Like the gravel previously, now it is my turn to toss and turn restlessly as beings of a higher order trample on me. I am listless in my sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I awake feverish, hoarse in the throat and dry in the mouth. Too much screaming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why I pry into such unearthly thoughts, for which I cannot comprehend myself. My mind shreiks with ample disgust. I pay it no heed. I have already drowned out all trivialities, my mind focuses on the task at hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walking beneath the surface of the truth I realise what I've prevailed. My summoned thoughts extinguish the dreary, yet bold tangle. Why should there be any more need to hide?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is no more need to take refuge in kind words and soothing tones, I feel it is best to be honest - to come clean or so to speak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel so fucking alone and cold.&lt;br /&gt;There is no warmth in this world, no shining beacon of hope that both illuminates and offers heat. The sun does not suffice. Nor the radiance from friendship bolster the exact same effect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd like to trade this desperation for something more intense. A passionate embrace perhaps, one that causes me to tremble violently and at the same time fall into a calm so quiet, I appear seemingly ghostly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To that consequence, I lay my heart bear, awaiting an ambush. An ambush so sweet, it tingles into my taste buds, knowing that through every second spared, I'd only want to be with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, I wonder if I'm trapped in the land of eternal sorrow.&lt;br /&gt;I feel stupid with a smile plastered on my face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The curve of my lips display a fantango but only overturning with a trajectory of tears as they run down my face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Cry on cue!" they say through sobs and weeps.&lt;br /&gt;"I promise I'll try," I say through a grin, through gritted teeth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Schools about to start soon &amp; my musics coming along slowly but surely. The need for my lethal existance transcends a message of melancholy. I hunger for a purpose. I will bite off the sweetness of the everlasting doughnut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; &lt;em&gt;i desire your every vision in my path. Surely, I am the same kind of idiot, and I can't help it.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21692774-6776853756923113397?l=forensicroyalty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forensicroyalty.blogspot.com/feeds/6776853756923113397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21692774&amp;postID=6776853756923113397' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21692774/posts/default/6776853756923113397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21692774/posts/default/6776853756923113397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forensicroyalty.blogspot.com/2007/03/sky-segmented-dark-canopy-drawing-bold.html' title=''/><author><name>dinisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16026858584111470148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21692774.post-103380633536715111</id><published>2007-02-24T23:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-24T23:53:59.261+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I've sold my soul, for a bargain,&lt;br /&gt;too hastily made and not properly thought over&lt;br /&gt;And now I prepare for my time in 'hell'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a dearth of words, simply, because there are no words. I am lost in the stillness of inactivity much like a junky is lost in the high. There are no threats to my bubble-existence, no piercing reality, no painful quaking, there is nothing. I sleep at 2.30 in the morning and I wake up just after 1 in the afternoon. I lie in bed for about an hour, thinking, making mental poetry of the sounds that permeate my living space.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in an earshot; I hear the splash and the thud of rain under the inevitable principle of gravity; everything falls. I hear the movement of mechanical motors, turning turbines in metal monstrosities, commuters commuting under the inevitable principle of commerce and trade; everything must prove its worth. And if I squeeze my eyes tight enough, concentrate all mental power on hearing (instead of seeing or smelling or feeling) I can almost hear atoms collide. The crazy spinning and crashing atoms, they waltz, they tango, clumsily and haphazardly, but at least even they haven't forgotten how to move to the music. The Brownian Motion; the beat is rhythmic, the beat is constant, it never changes because it is chaos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do I prove that my life isn't a waste? That the energies expended by my mothers and fathers have not all been for nothing. Although I believe that I am merely the product of a cold night and warm bodies, there must still be purpose for my existence. Perhaps a leather worker, a weaver, a carpenter, a poet, a painter or maybe a lover.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet this philosophy, this belief in my conduct, this quest for recognition and purpose just leaves me in the dark of my thoughts. The chambers resonate with the laughter I've forgotten to laugh, the halls are filled with the kinds of people I could never be or be with; the heart yearns. I want to forget the pains, I don't want to be mature, I want to go back to being that girl who never stopped smiling. I want to be that girl again, I want to smile again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time cannot be undone. Like a fire that consumes, time turns everything into dust and ash. So that little girl is gone, scattered in the winds, blown to distant shores.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a rite of passage, to show that you've grown up, reached a tier of maturity that allows you to pursue any public endeavour single-handedly. Perhaps tomorrow or the day after, when my quest is accomplished, I would have experienced the epiphany that comes with such a task.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish me luck, for I take my departure into the void of the unknown!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21692774-103380633536715111?l=forensicroyalty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forensicroyalty.blogspot.com/feeds/103380633536715111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21692774&amp;postID=103380633536715111' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21692774/posts/default/103380633536715111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21692774/posts/default/103380633536715111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forensicroyalty.blogspot.com/2007/02/ive-sold-my-soul-for-bargain-too.html' title=''/><author><name>dinisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16026858584111470148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21692774.post-116867550751794583</id><published>2007-01-13T15:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-13T16:09:23.130+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;You Call This a Castle?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cracked cement ramparts,&lt;br /&gt;a less than mighty bastion,&lt;br /&gt;swamp cooler overflow,&lt;br /&gt;drool down the battlement.&lt;br /&gt;Behind the stoackade walls,&lt;br /&gt;faceless generals barked&lt;br /&gt;orders to their private troops,&lt;br /&gt;drilled their little soldiers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Welcome to my castle.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You call this a castle?&lt;br /&gt;Heat throbbing off the&lt;br /&gt;parking lot convinced me&lt;br /&gt;to chance crumbling stairs.&lt;br /&gt;And there, step four, flight two,&lt;br /&gt;I bumped into my Black Knight.&lt;br /&gt;Okay, maybe more like grey.&lt;br /&gt;I'll compromise with silver.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clapton's in Singapore today! &amp; it sucks so bad that I'm not going for it. ULGH. Instead, I'm off to some gig today with the guys. Double ULGH. I dreamt about the concert, well my rendition of it and damn, it was everything I'd imagined it to be. OWELL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yknow, I can't bloody wait for school to start. Being school-less pretty much bores the living crap out of you and believe it or not, it's been tough getting a J-O-B. I interned at my aunt's lawfirm a couple of days ago. Pretty fun really. Met a great big bunch of lawyers and lawyer apprentices. I mostly filed paperwork and made appointment calls which was pretty interesting. Though I'm so not into law and a desk-job would bore me to bits. Hope to go back next week as ironic as it seems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Otherwise, it's been me and my music on cold, dreary afternoons where the sun seems to have lost it's purpose and I've been on a mind-wonder to whether there's a damn hole in the sky. The piano needs re-tuning YET AGAIN. I want a baby grand. Sulks*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't really made resolutions for 'o7. One being I never stick to them and two being, I couldn't be a bit bothered. But I'll sum a toast, here goes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two roads diverged in a wood, and I-&lt;br /&gt;I took the one less travelled by,&lt;br /&gt;And that has made all the difference.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's kinda appropriate for graduation but graduating in Singapore could suck every bit of enthusiasm out of me. And I'm sure you couldn't agree more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;you'll never know me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&amp;amp; missing you, is, already, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;the understatement of the year.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(my sweet love thing)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21692774-116867550751794583?l=forensicroyalty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forensicroyalty.blogspot.com/feeds/116867550751794583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21692774&amp;postID=116867550751794583' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21692774/posts/default/116867550751794583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21692774/posts/default/116867550751794583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forensicroyalty.blogspot.com/2007/01/you-call-this-castle-cracked-cement.html' title=''/><author><name>dinisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16026858584111470148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21692774.post-116782770596301481</id><published>2007-01-03T20:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-03T20:35:05.973+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Woes,&lt;br /&gt;friend of misanthrophy.&lt;br /&gt;All thoughts concerning you&lt;br /&gt;have turned pernicious in nature.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Saddam's dead and school never sucked so bad. Went to MI today in regard to 'give it a day' and well, I did and I just can't seem to place any bit of my heart in that school. &amp; it takes two bloody hours to reach campus, really, I'd rather die. So yeah, I signed for release so I guess it's back to looking for a job for me then. Beats school anyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sue's leaving for Melbourne in 2 days. I still can't fathom the fact that she's leaving and it hasn't really sunk in yet. The advantage of her always being there for me is gonna dissipate so soon and I'm sure as hell not ready for it. I don't know, I just hate seeing people I love go. Somehow, it makes me weak and causes my bones to shiver.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do we fight?&lt;br /&gt;Because the alternative is unacceptable.&lt;br /&gt;Because failure is unacceptable.&lt;br /&gt;Because there is nothing else to&lt;br /&gt;live for if we are screw-ups and fuck-ups.&lt;br /&gt;And poor boys will never live the dreams&lt;br /&gt;of grandeur,&lt;br /&gt;like the ones that I entertain at night,&lt;br /&gt;after I cry,&lt;br /&gt;I chuckle myself to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;It's ludicrous.&lt;br /&gt;Ridiculous.&lt;br /&gt;Incredulous.&lt;br /&gt;To even think, that I could be someone,&lt;br /&gt;of magnitude and bearing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;0% = No Chance In Hell.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21692774-116782770596301481?l=forensicroyalty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forensicroyalty.blogspot.com/feeds/116782770596301481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21692774&amp;postID=116782770596301481' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21692774/posts/default/116782770596301481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21692774/posts/default/116782770596301481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forensicroyalty.blogspot.com/2007/01/woes-friend-of-misanthrophy.html' title=''/><author><name>dinisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16026858584111470148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21692774.post-116694424665738815</id><published>2006-12-24T14:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-24T15:10:46.666+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt; How do I tell you?&lt;br /&gt;That I'm broken beyond recognition-&lt;br /&gt;that your recognition is unwarranted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe my need for you transcends mere desperation.&lt;br /&gt;That I want to have you; that I can't have you.&lt;br /&gt;And I tell myself, if it isn't more than this, then it shouldn't be at all.&lt;br /&gt;It should feel as if I'm lost without you.&lt;br /&gt;It should feel hard to breathe because I'm without you.&lt;br /&gt;And it does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I can't escape the same judgement, the finger is pointed&lt;br /&gt;"I am the same same kind of idiot."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saying out loud. Alcohol loosens my jaw.&lt;br /&gt;I'm caught in between your smile.&lt;br /&gt;And I get mad.&lt;br /&gt;But the best part about being mad at people you love&lt;br /&gt;is that they'll love you no matter what.&lt;br /&gt;And it's always okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If only you knew.&lt;br /&gt;Rejoice, there is only euphoria.&lt;br /&gt;In the joyous hysteria that follows&lt;br /&gt;you forget grief or sorrow and embrace only happiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It only serves to embolden the heart.&lt;br /&gt;And this is how I feel about you.&lt;br /&gt;You levitate slightly when you walk.&lt;br /&gt;And you glow from within, quietly growing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas is in two days! It's a kablankhaly awesome feeling if you ask me. Heh. "HoHoHo."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; really, I don't believe my posts are depressing cause I couldn't be happier. My attempts of desperation are merely to crumble every dark thought into cyberspace. To me, that couldn't make more sense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PA-RUM-PA-PA-PUM-PUM.&lt;br /&gt;All I want for Christmas is you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should I play for you?&lt;br /&gt;On my drum?&lt;br /&gt;Me and my drum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3520/2197/200/445697/snowflakes.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Merry Christmas!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Have a sparkle of unicorn dust this christmas.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Know I'll always love you.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Every single one of you (:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21692774-116694424665738815?l=forensicroyalty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forensicroyalty.blogspot.com/feeds/116694424665738815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21692774&amp;postID=116694424665738815' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21692774/posts/default/116694424665738815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21692774/posts/default/116694424665738815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forensicroyalty.blogspot.com/2006/12/how-do-i-tell-you-that-im-broken.html' title=''/><author><name>dinisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16026858584111470148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21692774.post-116541007276711724</id><published>2006-12-06T20:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-06T21:01:13.226+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Pride-swollen chest,&lt;br /&gt;an awful belief of embellished self-worth.&lt;br /&gt;Courage-juice fills my veins.&lt;br /&gt;And I imagine signals that were&lt;br /&gt;never exchanged.&lt;br /&gt;A smile,&lt;br /&gt;becomes eternal.&lt;br /&gt;And I imagine you want me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;;Virtuosity entralled, in your existance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She hit the play button only to expect a melody so sweet, oh so sweet.&lt;br /&gt;Heaven forbid she ends up alone.&lt;br /&gt;'Hold on tight, wait for tomorrow, it'd be all right.' he says to her.&lt;br /&gt;And he dechiphers her every move, wanting to hold her in his arms.&lt;br /&gt;His huge arms that'd fit so perfectly into her embrace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She felt it as she forgave the urgency.&lt;br /&gt;His scent swarmed into her, killing her softly.&lt;br /&gt;She loved it, she thought to herself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And at that moment, she made a promise beneath her lashes.&lt;br /&gt;'I won't belong to another, not ever. Not ever.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But just like how fairytales end, without judgement nor scandal&lt;br /&gt;He lifted her into his arms (oh those arms, she thought).&lt;br /&gt;She smiles, and really; thats all he ever wanted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But really, a smile is just a smile.&lt;br /&gt;I have to keep telling myself that.&lt;br /&gt;So that I don't overstep my place.&lt;br /&gt;And remain convinced that the whole world shuns this face.&lt;br /&gt;So I stay honest,&lt;br /&gt;and bide my hour.&lt;br /&gt;For I know, rushed love&lt;br /&gt;always ends sour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last weekend was lovely.&lt;br /&gt;Great Company.&lt;br /&gt;Great Music.&lt;br /&gt;Great Ambiance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; I have decided to only get my hair washed by a male. Gees, those lady shampoo ladies need to cut those 10-inch nails of theirs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You fall away from your past.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hell really is living without you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21692774-116541007276711724?l=forensicroyalty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forensicroyalty.blogspot.com/feeds/116541007276711724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21692774&amp;postID=116541007276711724' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21692774/posts/default/116541007276711724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21692774/posts/default/116541007276711724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forensicroyalty.blogspot.com/2006/12/pride-swollen-chest-awful-belief-of.html' title=''/><author><name>dinisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16026858584111470148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21692774.post-116480016857561539</id><published>2006-11-29T18:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-29T19:36:08.703+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The air that billows and breathes,&lt;br /&gt;the water that gurgles and sighs with relief,&lt;br /&gt;the land that sits and waits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to know the earth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to witness it's unending beauty.&lt;br /&gt;To hold in the grasp of my hand,&lt;br /&gt;the shivering stalks of freshly plucked flowers.&lt;br /&gt;To breathe through my nostrils,&lt;br /&gt;the frigid cold air of high reaching mountains.&lt;br /&gt;To drink with my lips,&lt;br /&gt;the running waters of meandering rivers.&lt;br /&gt;And to thread upon the ground, with knees worn and tired.&lt;br /&gt;To witness the landscape change beneath my feet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you know the earth, you would know freedom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You will notice that, they build you up, &lt;em&gt;just to tear you down.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been pretty much book oogling and dreaded piano lessons these days. Boy, i need a job. I want a job but I've decided to let stupid JapanExchange past before I apply for any. Nic's just got a job at Warehouse (Marina). She was like, ' next time if u go to topshop and other uk shops, when u see the price tag, rmb to tuck it back in the clothes!' HAHAHAHAH. Hilarious. She apparently has to tuck them in for the customers every single time. So yeah, keep that in mind the next time you go shopping guys (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is beautiful poetry,&lt;br /&gt;only if there is someone&lt;br /&gt;reading it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realised this. And a lot of other things too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is a wonderful feast,&lt;br /&gt;only if there is someone&lt;br /&gt;to eat it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Same premise. Same promise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The entitlement to happiness. Is it mine?&lt;br /&gt;Will I always be shunned and over looked?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know God didn't grace me with the&lt;br /&gt;perfection that comes so easily to others.&lt;br /&gt;And I know I ought to try so much harder&lt;br /&gt;instead of using flowery words all the time.&lt;br /&gt;But I have never been a lady of action either.&lt;br /&gt;A lot of times, I have ideas, that never materialize.&lt;br /&gt;Or hopes, or aspirations, or visions of sorts.&lt;br /&gt;But they never come to pass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This grandeur that I delude myself with,&lt;br /&gt;it is just me thinking out loud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heaven is a sorority.&lt;br /&gt;And all the angels are jocks and frat boys.&lt;br /&gt;And God likes to see me suffer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The stranger told her to take his hand.&lt;br /&gt;And it made a believer out of her.&lt;br /&gt;This young, smooth skinned stranger&lt;br /&gt; held a promise in his eyes.&lt;br /&gt;And it glistened the way only stars could&lt;br /&gt; on a badly lit night.&lt;br /&gt;His voice trailed in her ears,&lt;br /&gt;and his cologne lingered on in her nostrils.&lt;br /&gt;She said, "this is what love must feel like".&lt;br /&gt;The cold steel met her throat in a flash of brilliance.&lt;br /&gt;It caught her unaware, mid-way in her stride to keep up.&lt;br /&gt;And blood splurted everywhere, her hands clasped around her neck&lt;br /&gt;trying to stem the flow.&lt;br /&gt;But she felt her hands going numb,&lt;br /&gt;she felt her eyelids close&lt;br /&gt;and that last breath of desperate gasping&lt;br /&gt; made her choke even more.&lt;br /&gt;And in her mind, his face was burnt;&lt;br /&gt;an after image of perfection.&lt;br /&gt;Smiling, lips stretched taut against pure white teeth.&lt;br /&gt;Hair slightly aloft with a passing breeze.&lt;br /&gt;And his hands, so smooth, so white, so romantic.&lt;br /&gt;The hands that parted her skin with a kitchen knife.&lt;br /&gt;But so romatic none-the-less.&lt;br /&gt;He had caught her unaware, halfway up a curb.&lt;br /&gt;He had caught her,&lt;br /&gt;and it was fair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I was the one&lt;br /&gt;who lingers on; in your mind.&lt;br /&gt;I wish I was the one&lt;br /&gt;who made your knees weak&lt;br /&gt;and electricity darts through you&lt;br /&gt;when our fingertips meet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21692774-116480016857561539?l=forensicroyalty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forensicroyalty.blogspot.com/feeds/116480016857561539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21692774&amp;postID=116480016857561539' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21692774/posts/default/116480016857561539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21692774/posts/default/116480016857561539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forensicroyalty.blogspot.com/2006/11/air-that-billows-and-breathes-water.html' title=''/><author><name>dinisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16026858584111470148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21692774.post-116428627838239952</id><published>2006-11-23T20:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-23T20:54:37.496+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Life is about finding the anwers to the questions you ask yourself and then questioning the answers you've been given.&lt;br /&gt;Life is about contradictions, that we may find love in hatred and hatred in love. That we may hurt those around us and yet get hurt by those we keep close to us.&lt;br /&gt;Life is about limitations, that we may reach the limits and stay within reasonable bounds, or surpass the limitations that we are bound by.&lt;br /&gt;Life is about making connections and connections lost.&lt;br /&gt;Life is about living,&lt;br /&gt;Carpe fucking Diem.&lt;br /&gt;Carpe Diem.&lt;br /&gt;Carpe&lt;br /&gt;Diem.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21692774-116428627838239952?l=forensicroyalty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forensicroyalty.blogspot.com/feeds/116428627838239952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21692774&amp;postID=116428627838239952' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21692774/posts/default/116428627838239952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21692774/posts/default/116428627838239952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forensicroyalty.blogspot.com/2006/11/life-is-about-finding-anwers-to.html' title=''/><author><name>dinisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16026858584111470148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21692774.post-116428587637740580</id><published>2006-11-22T20:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-23T20:48:55.166+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"'Tis true, a fool, unprecedented to have walked the courts of Kings and Queens. That ever he may be nigh, often is heard the most rambunctious merriment. Gift or curse, ne'r deny him the sound of your laughter."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I draw you close, your warmth envelopes me. And it&lt;br /&gt;makes me feverish as we dive in between the sheets.&lt;br /&gt;"You make me feel so complete", I say.&lt;br /&gt;As the wheezing fan throws your hair all over the place,&lt;br /&gt;I stifle a yawn as I stare into your face.&lt;br /&gt;I force myself to stay awake, as long as you're in my embrace.&lt;br /&gt;But I drift off to sleep, because I've never felt this safe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I draw you close, closer still, I wish I could sing to you.&lt;br /&gt;I'll tell you of tales you'd never believe.&lt;br /&gt;Of the mysteries of the universe and of&lt;br /&gt;perilous escapes and treacherous betrayals.&lt;br /&gt;And I'll end it off, with the greatest romance;&lt;br /&gt;Romeo and Juliet.&lt;br /&gt;Oh how I wish I could sing so sweetly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I draw you close, I mention all the things you mean to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a dream I had days ago. Meant to put it down on paper but I didn't have the time. Oh who am I kidding? I have loads of time, all the freaking time in the world. HAHAHAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the Os are over.&lt;br /&gt;Yet, life goes on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; trees still grow the way they do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'PIMP MY TREE' by Dinisha Thadani&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The glazed leaves shimmer monotonously&lt;br /&gt;Life 'in da hood' apparently, wasn't that easy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'I'd climb mountains' said the branch to the lily&lt;br /&gt;'But hell, I'm stuck in this pimped up tree'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAH. Okay, that was horrible, but I guess since this is my blog, you guys should have a taste of my randomity. Here's me when my mind's bloggeled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving to LJ soon, hopefully. Then we can all kiss this overrated blogskin goodbye (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21692774-116428587637740580?l=forensicroyalty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forensicroyalty.blogspot.com/feeds/116428587637740580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21692774&amp;postID=116428587637740580' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21692774/posts/default/116428587637740580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21692774/posts/default/116428587637740580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forensicroyalty.blogspot.com/2006/11/tis-true-fool-unprecedented-to-have.html' title=''/><author><name>dinisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16026858584111470148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21692774.post-116393243901034491</id><published>2006-11-19T17:55:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-19T18:33:59.016+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Who reads the signs, I put on my lawn?&lt;br /&gt;Although it reads, 'Keep Off The Grass'&lt;br /&gt;I really mean, 'Welcome'&lt;br /&gt;Welcome to my life, so that you may judge me,&lt;br /&gt;hate me, confuse me for someone else,&lt;br /&gt;think of me as a friend, hold me in high regard,&lt;br /&gt;like me, borrow my books, steal my spare change,&lt;br /&gt;ask me the time, hold my hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shoot me the next time I promise you guys I'll be blogging more often, cause it ain't gonna happen. I've been a bum now that alls left is PhysicsChem MCQ which starts in about forteen hours. Heh, we all know why the hell I even bother to count, don't we.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the school's drama production, &lt;strong&gt;good hakka girls grow up to be good nurses&lt;/strong&gt;, played on Friday night. Wasn't all that bad, maybe a gazzilion times worst than anything I've ever seen in my life, but we've got to give it up to the amateurs who if I may say, rocked the little, minute stage located on the 3rd floor of the Tampines Regional Library. Whooptidoo. But it was fun, i guess. Got to spend my quiet Friday with all of my goons (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lunched at the British Club today with Mum. It's good to celebrate the feminin side of our family, which I for one, sometimes ignore. Being a guy is somehow more, Rock&amp;Roll, if you know what I mean. But nonetheless, the food was great and my Mum's amazing. &amp;amp; I'm glad I didn't turn out a boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's cold, it's unfeeling, this steel carapace we call our hearts.&lt;br /&gt;Exacting with precise accuracy the measured beats per minute.&lt;br /&gt;One after the other, one to a hundred, hundred to infinite.&lt;br /&gt;It never asks for a rest, it just ceases when it ceases,&lt;br /&gt;From fatigue, from stress, from over-exertion, from abuse.&lt;br /&gt;When the gears stop churning or go all out of sync,&lt;br /&gt;that's when you know you've run out of seconds,&lt;br /&gt;minutes and hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really looking forward to the weeks ahead. I wouldn't say I deserve the break, but it sure feels like I need it. My brain needs to delve into more unimportant and materialistic elements in life. HAHAHAH. But hey, the word of truth never hurt anyone now did it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every word uttered.&lt;br /&gt;Every finger pointed.&lt;br /&gt;Every furtive glance.&lt;br /&gt;Every face in a crowd.&lt;br /&gt;Every broken promise.&lt;br /&gt;Every awkward gift.&lt;br /&gt;Every hushed whisper.&lt;br /&gt;Every held breath.&lt;br /&gt;Every second that passes&lt;br /&gt;widens the gap&lt;br /&gt;between past and present.&lt;br /&gt;Between were, was and is&lt;br /&gt;only serves to drive you further&lt;br /&gt;away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I wonder where you are.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I wonder if you're reading this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I wonder how you've been.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;And it's stupid to think,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;that everytime I post an entry,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I'm trying to reach you in some insignificant way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;That every poem I write, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;every line deplored,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;is all a desperate,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;juvenile,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;ploy on my part&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;to impress you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;But I guess it's not working&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;because you neither hear nor care.&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/21692774-116393243901034491?l=forensicroyalty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forensicroyalty.blogspot.com/feeds/116393243901034491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21692774&amp;postID=116393243901034491' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21692774/posts/default/116393243901034491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21692774/posts/default/116393243901034491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forensicroyalty.blogspot.com/2006/11/who-reads-signs-i-put-on-my-lawn_19.html' title=''/><author><name>dinisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16026858584111470148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21692774.post-116374052170389700</id><published>2006-11-17T13:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-17T13:15:21.713+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My life truly is a comedy.&lt;br /&gt;Yet I don't seem to be able to come&lt;br /&gt;out of it laughing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21692774-116374052170389700?l=forensicroyalty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forensicroyalty.blogspot.com/feeds/116374052170389700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21692774&amp;postID=116374052170389700' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21692774/posts/default/116374052170389700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21692774/posts/default/116374052170389700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forensicroyalty.blogspot.com/2006/11/my-life-truly-is-comedy.html' title=''/><author><name>dinisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16026858584111470148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21692774.post-116340510065753766</id><published>2006-11-13T14:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T16:05:00.800+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>If someone says he just looked at danger in the face and laughed..&lt;br /&gt;he most probably just drank milk way past the expiry date.&lt;br /&gt;For me, i just attempted my O Levels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet, it sure as hell never meant to rip my freaking guts out as it begged for an undivided attention, it lured me into a clear daze. It conjured me into isolation, serenity. It filled me up with statements, numbers, rules, methods. I was about to explode from within. Only, that would make a mess. And we all know how I don't work well with mess. Yeah, it never meant to, one bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do you do it?&lt;br /&gt;Every single time I hear your voice&lt;br /&gt;it makes me weak in the knees&lt;br /&gt;I fall 10 feet from reality&lt;br /&gt;in search of your face.&lt;br /&gt;How is it that you make me feel so much&lt;br /&gt;when all you'll ever be to me&lt;br /&gt;is blatantly unbecoming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you ask me if I remember what it feels like to be around you, if you ask me if I remember the veiled pretenses.&lt;br /&gt;The latency for love, the latency lost. And refound.&lt;br /&gt;Do I still want you, dear love, I can't make up my mind.&lt;br /&gt;I'm afraid I've forgotten how.&lt;br /&gt;How does it begin? I know too well how it ends.&lt;br /&gt;Have I gotten over the past grievances? Mostly, but not without difficulty.&lt;br /&gt;Am I ready to start this rolling,&lt;br /&gt;downhill from my unceremoniously high perch.&lt;br /&gt;To end this self declared state of isolated loneliness.&lt;br /&gt;To end up a scattered wreck of stolen hugs and kisses.&lt;br /&gt;I think it's best just to keep on making up romances.&lt;br /&gt;Keep these feelings at bay, keep these monsters away.&lt;br /&gt;From the gates, from the porticulls, from my trenches.&lt;br /&gt;The dark, dark recesses, where I hid and I said I wasn't ready.&lt;br /&gt;Said I was still fragile.&lt;br /&gt;I laid my back bare for the world to stare,&lt;br /&gt;and open wounds with viscious words and empty promises.&lt;br /&gt;They cut too deep. I might have made euphemistic stakes&lt;br /&gt;of my state.&lt;br /&gt;Am I going to fall?&lt;br /&gt;Or am I going to fall in love?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frivolness&lt;br /&gt;is not taking yourself too seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&amp; levity,&lt;br /&gt;isn't a sin after all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Believe me.&lt;br /&gt;It dosen't get any better than this.&lt;br /&gt;It could, but then again&lt;br /&gt;I'm habitual of drowning it&lt;br /&gt;into self-denial.&lt;br /&gt;I won't let you in,&lt;br /&gt;yes it'll break me into millions.&lt;br /&gt;I guess it'd take someone else&lt;br /&gt;to kiss these&lt;br /&gt;seventeen-and-never-been-kissed&lt;br /&gt;lips.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;November Nova&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Happy Birthday Reuben (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;My Rock&amp;Roll buddy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Live and Let Die huh? Hahahah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Have an awesome seventeenth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boy, this treacherous wait is hell.&lt;br /&gt;No.&lt;br /&gt;Hell is (living without you).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This sparks off my Monday. I'll be blogging more often now since the blasted exams are almost over.&lt;br /&gt;I'll see you soon, bitches!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21692774-116340510065753766?l=forensicroyalty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forensicroyalty.blogspot.com/feeds/116340510065753766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21692774&amp;postID=116340510065753766' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21692774/posts/default/116340510065753766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21692774/posts/default/116340510065753766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forensicroyalty.blogspot.com/2006/11/if-someone-says-he-just-looked-at.html' title=''/><author><name>dinisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16026858584111470148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21692774.post-116229746637173892</id><published>2006-10-31T19:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-31T22:25:08.430+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hell-O Halloween.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The world is imploding&lt;br /&gt;while I explode from within&lt;br /&gt;I cannot gather the words fast enough&lt;br /&gt;to form any kind of coherent sentence&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I should contend with&lt;br /&gt;only disjointed fragments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As they reverberate, ricochet,&lt;br /&gt;rocket and reel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Miss", "Frightened", "Doomed" and "Failure"&lt;br /&gt;In my jaundiced state,&lt;br /&gt;these are the only words I offer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&amp; stopping myself from saying anything remotely, pathetically peevish.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The MotherTounge O Levels were yesterday. Boy, oh boy do I totally suck in that language. I guess Paper 1 was was fairly pleasant, no complaints. Paper 2 was horrible. So horrible, I think I doomed myself into the next century. &amp;amp; what is it about malay comprehensions and family-abandonment or something. Like DUDE, you've got issues man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I read your words&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&amp; my head is dizzy now.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Me? Me? Me?"&lt;br /&gt;I ask myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No. No. No."&lt;br /&gt;I reply myself.&lt;br /&gt;My pessimism gets the better&lt;br /&gt;of me. Now that hope is lost.&lt;br /&gt;Sutures do little to stem&lt;br /&gt;the flow of outpouring lamentation now.&lt;br /&gt;Because...I am too much of a coward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Folks,&lt;br /&gt;I thrive on randomity.&lt;br /&gt;Hell, it makes me smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pace with me, if you must.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went running at 2 am last night. I just needed the adrinalin. Ran through Siglap Link, which was amazingly quiet. It was a teeny bit scary, cause of the dark shadows. Admist the making-out couples and the scary toumb that never fails to freak me out, there was an overwhelming peace.&lt;br /&gt;It was quite nice, the symmetry albeit a blurred, twisted image.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a moment of peace, but then I ran back home thinking of my comfy bed that awaits me oh so dear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;in the secret, in the quiet place.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Running is cool, endorphins and the other jazz that makes a bio student's day.&lt;br /&gt;So I ran away.&lt;br /&gt;Figuratively, literally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it's apparently Halloween today. How I remember running through the streets of Ocean Park back in the day, with catwoman costumes and candle-lit lanterns prancing about with Snow White and Robin Hood by my side because I needed them. I was afraid of the dark.&lt;br /&gt;"Trick or Treat!" we'd say. And goodies. Oh, the goodies inflammed a lighted splint in me that lasted over a minute till I remembered Joey. The kid from across the block. Wheel-chair bound, watching us from his window, sharing our joy, but I couldn't quite ignore the pity.&lt;br /&gt;I remember the painstakingly decorated houses, scary, yet sublime. It was like a parade. I love parades. I love Halloween. Not now. Just back in the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mum brought home the yearly decorated Pumpkin. This year's themed, "Cheeky". Don't ask why. Sculpting's not my thing. But it looked quite good. The kids around the neighbourhood rang in one by one. I got so tired of rushing out to give them their treats that I resorted to doing my art-work near the doorway. Desperate Times, people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why's it always Treat and never Trick. HMMMM? - immiscible greedy fo0ls.&lt;br /&gt;HAHAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and &lt;/em&gt;the telephone wires&lt;br /&gt;that carry the sound&lt;br /&gt;stretch across the sky&lt;br /&gt;and under the ground.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have I mentioned how much I detest art. Yeah, after tomorrow, I'm FREE FROM ART BABYYY! Hell, does that make me glee with anticipation (: Paper's at 2. Sushi with the girls/girl after that. I Cannot Wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The further I withdraw, the more I realise the distance between me and freedom. I will never be happy. I will just bottle up my hurt and wish that the world will just hurry and die from a haemorrhage and leave me the fuck alone.&lt;br /&gt;Where the fault lies in me and I lie in denial's bed, I will slumber and never wake. Choosing only dreams where I am flaw-free and innocent. And not the nightmares where I am Hyde. The purveyor of all that is pure. The yeast that turns fresh cream pungent and sour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I am my own pestilence.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I am my own executioner.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I am my own demon.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I am my own, &lt;/em&gt;to call my own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When will I learn to let the little things go?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck you potentially crippling angsty posts!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dinisha = biggest moron ever to walk the face of the earth.&lt;br /&gt;Trust me, it's true. I should know better than you.&lt;br /&gt;There is no other, more imbelcilic than me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing.&lt;br /&gt;I miss you.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, you couldn't even begin to imagine.&lt;br /&gt;And everytime your name&lt;br /&gt;just so happens to come up in a conversation,&lt;br /&gt;I think of you. And it leaves me sedate&lt;br /&gt;for the rest of the week.&lt;br /&gt;No, I'm exaggerating.&lt;br /&gt;Forgive me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;read into this if you want&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;although nothing good will come out of it&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and remind yourself&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;that it isn't you I'm talking about.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Because it's &lt;/em&gt;probably &lt;em&gt;not.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm off to delve in the sweet crumblings of Art, in hope of an awesomely becomming grade. Wish me well. I love you all, every single one of you. Fail not to remember that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Compound my fears, now.&lt;br /&gt;I dare you.&lt;br /&gt;Do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3520/2197/200/End%20of%20Oct%20009.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;"I'll eat you all, my pretties." said the Pumpkin.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21692774-116229746637173892?l=forensicroyalty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forensicroyalty.blogspot.com/feeds/116229746637173892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21692774&amp;postID=116229746637173892' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21692774/posts/default/116229746637173892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21692774/posts/default/116229746637173892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forensicroyalty.blogspot.com/2006/10/hell-o-halloween.html' title=''/><author><name>dinisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16026858584111470148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21692774.post-116159409572908911</id><published>2006-10-23T16:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-23T17:03:37.506+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;you're a jewel to sparkle around my neck&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;a fragrance in the morning;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i cannot forget.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me believe, just for one second.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Diwali was a real kick in the head. Night before was pretty interesting. Reacquainted with my JustinTimberlake. HAHAH. Yes, he really looks like him, only shorter. Otherwise, the entertainment sucked big time &amp; i think i've made up my mind never to get drunk. Hell, never.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Diwali Day could have been better. Office prayers in the morning followed by me contracting Food Poisoning - GodKnowsHow. Ruined my entire afternoon although even that beat studying. Ended up only visiting two houses before going off to Katong. Was bland. As I said, could have been better. Met Shanti &amp;amp; Natasha after 3648595048363948598765 years. Miss you like hell honeypots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crowded as hell but at least Sam and I had our own fun. Goodness knows what I'd do without that girl. Ditched KangWei's birthday bbq cause the other 2 BSR's couldn't make it. And honestly, volleyballers = no fun at all. But yeah, here's some birthday loving to the three birthday boys on Thursday, 19th of October.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Happy 18th Birthday Joel Heng!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Happy 17th Birthday Kishen!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Happy 16th Birthday Guo KangWei!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;HoHoHo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Off to Grandma's after that. More of AC/DC, the Beatles and GNR. Diwali's no fun without these sessions (: Totally healed my upset stomach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was pretty good. Studied in the day followed by ChickenRice with Jayant inclusive of Moronic Humour and Nonsense. HAHAH. Funny. Then home to study somemore till Dinner at SRC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I just saw the most adorable human baby of all time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kiran is a DOLL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;she was a ballerina in the subway train&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think LB turns me on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SWEET (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Practical on Thursday was horrible.&lt;br /&gt;That sums up my blog entry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GoodDayFolks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;'i wont let them in on your unicorn fetish'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21692774-116159409572908911?l=forensicroyalty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21692774.post-116127345107036223</id><published>2006-10-19T23:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-19T23:57:32.100+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I question the repetition of monotonous rants.&lt;br /&gt;I question more than anything, the absence of substance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...and you ask of the condition of my love?&lt;br /&gt;...of it's face value.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we have much to learn.&lt;br /&gt;we've learnt too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here's to a better tomorrow&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21692774-116127345107036223?l=forensicroyalty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21692774.post-116081015750533483</id><published>2006-10-14T14:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-14T15:15:57.926+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;When we wonder, "Will we work?''&lt;br /&gt;Queen's questioning query,&lt;br /&gt;King's konfused konumdrum,&lt;br /&gt;Answers ambiguously:&lt;br /&gt;(neither nasty nor nice)&lt;br /&gt;"maybe momentarily"&lt;br /&gt;Say something stupid.&lt;br /&gt;Twisted-tounge-tied.&lt;br /&gt;When will we win?&lt;br /&gt;When we wonder, "Will we work?"&lt;br /&gt;Saying sorry, surely.&lt;br /&gt;Ending every evasive episode.&lt;br /&gt;Removing residue:&lt;br /&gt;strained, soiled, slurred speech.&lt;br /&gt;Sometime soon.&lt;br /&gt;Forgiven from forgetting, forgotten from forgiving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oktoberfest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we graduated yesterday, Friday the Thirteenth.&lt;br /&gt;Exhilerating el emotional.&lt;br /&gt;Habitual habits, horrendous harmony.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ceremony was pleasant.&lt;br /&gt;I guess everyone was so excited to leave&lt;br /&gt;yet, so so sad.&lt;br /&gt;I didn't think it'll end all that early.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so if we get the big jobs&lt;br /&gt;and we make the big money,&lt;br /&gt;when we look back now&lt;br /&gt;will our jokes still be funny?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ice-cream at Gelare with Sue, Nic &amp; K.&lt;br /&gt;Rambling rodants. Hell hilarious hypes.&lt;br /&gt;It was awesome just talking about each other's futures.&lt;br /&gt;Like where we're gonna be when we turn 25.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We'll leave, never coming back&lt;br /&gt;No more shit, cause we'd all be on a different track&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coming so close,&lt;br /&gt;being left behind.&lt;br /&gt;Running so hard,&lt;br /&gt;running out of breath.&lt;br /&gt;Racing so fast,&lt;br /&gt;coming in &lt;strong&gt;last.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Screaming out loud,&lt;br /&gt;being so quiet.&lt;br /&gt;Wishing out loud,&lt;br /&gt;hopefulness &lt;strong&gt;silenced.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was a wonderful evening;&lt;br /&gt;We'll do it again some time (:&lt;br /&gt;&amp; Thank You.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll miss it all, eventually.&lt;br /&gt;I know for a fact that i will.&lt;br /&gt;Slowly,&lt;br /&gt;Surely.&lt;br /&gt;I keep on thinking that it's not goodbye;&lt;br /&gt;I keep on thinking it's a time to fly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;owell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SAJC Open House today.&lt;br /&gt;The school's a motivation enough.&lt;br /&gt;Saw Nad, WR, Nic, Jade, Cheryl, Gerry, Swat, 21.&lt;br /&gt;I could be happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could if i would and i would if i had the will to go on.&lt;br /&gt;Gees. I'm beginning to folly.&lt;br /&gt;Somebody told me, this is the place&lt;br /&gt;Where everythings better&lt;br /&gt;&amp; everything sinks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;walk on the ocean&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;step on the storms&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need a &lt;em&gt;twofeetontheground&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope that out there,&lt;br /&gt;maybe,&lt;br /&gt;there is love for me.&lt;br /&gt;The sort that is intentionally&lt;br /&gt;mushy,&lt;br /&gt;that makes you cringe&lt;br /&gt;and grit your teeth&lt;br /&gt;But it'd be alright&lt;br /&gt;because it's mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;where people dont know you &amp;amp; trust is a joke.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thrive for difference, all the time. I'm sorry but I guess I never told you. Or were you too caught up in your side of the world, you forgot. Classic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just an in-betweener&lt;br /&gt;Destined to be mediocre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'll never know me.&lt;br /&gt;You'll never see me,&lt;br /&gt;I'm never there.&lt;br /&gt;You try;&lt;br /&gt;hell, it makes me sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;iloveyou but you'll just have to die not knowing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's left to flounder, i hope you're happy.&lt;br /&gt;Cause I am.&lt;br /&gt;I'm looking forward to it all.&lt;br /&gt;New chapter, new life, new school, new friends, new experiences.&lt;br /&gt;But what's in new when all i'll ever wanna do&lt;br /&gt;is grow old with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHEESY.&lt;br /&gt;I'm wincing. HAHAHAH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you, all of my lovelies.&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad I gave you guys a chance to rock my world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The DREAM&lt;br /&gt;SAJC&lt;br /&gt;Saint's Soccer '07.&lt;br /&gt;Sigghhhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Screams Sorority.&lt;br /&gt;I live for the thrill.&lt;br /&gt;Engage me;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could have it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3520/2197/200/Grad%20055.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="left"&gt;Smile, like you mean it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;It's been nice. AnnHin, KangWei, JunHao, K. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i tell everyone, i smile because...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21692774-116081015750533483?l=forensicroyalty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forensicroyalty.blogspot.com/feeds/116081015750533483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21692774&amp;postID=116081015750533483' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21692774/posts/default/116081015750533483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21692774/posts/default/116081015750533483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forensicroyalty.blogspot.com/2006/10/when-we-wonder-will-we-work-queens.html' title=''/><author><name>dinisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16026858584111470148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21692774.post-115980573781985201</id><published>2006-10-03T00:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-03T01:00:07.543+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Sometimes its hard to see&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Things you want in life;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;come and go so easily.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Horrid&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;results.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shyeah, like I've ever&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;truthfully loved my grades.&lt;br /&gt;SIIGGHHH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;This is gonna suck but Dinisha Thadani has, at this point in time, become fully aware of her disability in entering SAJC for first three months. WhoopieDoo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;BUTBUTBUT, Thanks to everyone who made me realise that there's indeed more to life. Especially to Jihan Bok JieHan (whoops), Nicole Tow JunMei, Foo SueAnn &amp; Chen AnnHin. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I detest Guo KangWei, people like that should be banned from society.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smart people make me regurgitate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And also to every other person who showed me some sweet lovin' ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Class felt awesome. My BackSeatHomies (HAHAHAH) made me roll on the floor laughing. Ahhh, gonna miss them so damn much. So cheers to you guys, &lt;strong&gt;ChenAnnHin, GuoKangWei &amp; ChuJunHao &lt;/strong&gt;- we'll make it through the rain guys (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So back to the part where I crumble in self-denial and eat my heart out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First heartbreak was Physics - to frickin hell with it. Kills me, ballz. Though I was pleased with PhyPrac albeit the fact that majority managed to score as well as me. Rawr. Then came GLORIOUS English. I was dumbfounded at the sight of my english marks for Composition. Wooohooo boy. Maybe my passion's not all that faded away. Or so it goes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then came fucktard Malay, which I passed but whattheheck. A C6 is no better than what I got. Then came even more pathetic Math Paper 1 marks, which even gave MrNg the &lt;em&gt;huh?why?s.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not it. You cannot judge me by that piece of paper.&lt;br /&gt;Hell, &lt;em&gt;you shall not.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;M-O-N-K-E-Y M-O-U-S-E&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sing it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met SueAnn impromptly at Parkway after Piano.&lt;br /&gt;FOOOOOOO, don't leave me ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had fun, LOADS.&lt;br /&gt;Albeit her numerous attempts tp crack jokes.&lt;br /&gt;We're officially known as the KOO&amp;amp;KA of this generation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;don't be afraid to folly.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we pronounced &lt;strong&gt;PRINT&lt;/strong&gt; to be our omgomgomgomgomgilovethisshop (:&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAH.&lt;br /&gt;There's PRINT in Parkway bytheway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That makes a VERY HAPPY KOO&amp;KA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got NOTHING of her to-buy-list but a hair straightener and writable CDs.&lt;br /&gt;Caught a cab back at nine-ishhh, taking the world's most outrageous pictures with OMG SueAnn's New Phone, which I am totally in LOVE with. I wouldn't let it off my hands for even a second! HAHAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&amp; I'm gonna miss you so damn much&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;even polaroids won't shake it like you do.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;LOL.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss watching telly. The only programme I'm entitled to watch is PRISON BREAK. But I'm so in the mood to stare at the telly all day long on the ComfyCouchh. Those Were The Days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;he took the last train out of my heart.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's getting late &amp;amp; I think I miss somebody.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21692774-115980573781985201?l=forensicroyalty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forensicroyalty.blogspot.com/feeds/115980573781985201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21692774&amp;postID=115980573781985201' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21692774/posts/default/115980573781985201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21692774/posts/default/115980573781985201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forensicroyalty.blogspot.com/2006/10/sometimes-its-hard-to-see-things-you.html' title=''/><author><name>dinisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16026858584111470148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21692774.post-115967339232199510</id><published>2006-10-01T10:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-01T11:29:52.453+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>111th post.&lt;br /&gt;Boy, it's getting good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;show me your garden that's bursting into life&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; i just smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People change, all the damn time.&lt;br /&gt;I don't think there's anything in life which isn't a choice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Except birth, parentage, race.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a long time ago, people may have said gender and hair colour&lt;br /&gt;but we all know that's not the case now is it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everything in life is a result of a choice you've made.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;everything.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So FSA, i really hope you've made the right choice.&lt;br /&gt;But I'll respect every darn choice you'll ever made, y hear?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmmmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll really miss class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's ironic how everyone detests class till the very minute when the bell rings&lt;br /&gt;and now that it's over,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we want more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haven't been blogging. not because I've been studying&lt;br /&gt;don't be fo0led.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met Yen the day Prelims ended&lt;br /&gt;finito, zilch, khalas, over.&lt;br /&gt;went to watch &lt;strong&gt;'john tucker must die'&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not a very intelligent movie, blatantly&lt;br /&gt;but I had fun nonetheless&lt;br /&gt;i mean who in the world could resist Jesse Metcalfe&lt;br /&gt;PUREeyecandy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saw Shaza from HaigGirls. Gosh, it's been ages since we saw each other. heh. but yeah, she's really busy now with school and stuff. Or wait, does going out with not one but 2! ex-boyfriends count? HAHAH. she's insane. Love ya, Shaz (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My January friend, &lt;em&gt;i'm wanting you again.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went swimming with Andy on Friday&lt;br /&gt;at 12 am.&lt;br /&gt;Call Me Crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it was good fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yesterday was plain bullocks. I was down with a acceleratingly high fever all day. Started burning up at like three in the morning and fatigue took control so I had no strength to tell the folks, or even t dial their room number. Sighh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then somewhat near midday, I burnt out in cold sweat, which is NOT the most awesome feeling ever. Seriously, I thought I was going to die. &amp; i told mum how I haven't even told the people around me how much I appreciate them and tell my friends how much I love them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dinisha, don't be so melodramatic. You're JUST having a fever.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was the reply.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; like as if that wasn't enough torture, I visited the bathroom about 60,000 times cause I had diarrhea. Ohhh, the misery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was kinda unhappy cause today was scheduled for Blood Donation and so I can't go due to the 5 million panadols I was compelled to consume. Grrr.&lt;br /&gt;I was looking forward to it. Ohwell. Everything happens for a reason don't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;my stomach is in knots over you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Knowing what I know is inconsequential to the knowing of what most men know, and no matter how much you know, there's nothing like no knowing. You know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tick, Tock goes the clock.&lt;br /&gt;&amp; I'm still waiting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's rearrange&lt;br /&gt;I wish you were a stranger&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could disengage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to gym so bad. Excercise is all that keeps me busy. Cause when I die a little, I know, there's a hope, out of NOWHERE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He lied, I sighed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;it kills me not to hear your voice.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh dear friend, I know not our future or if our fates will ever cross.&lt;br /&gt;To never fathom my future.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21692774-115967339232199510?l=forensicroyalty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forensicroyalty.blogspot.com/feeds/115967339232199510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21692774&amp;postID=115967339232199510' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21692774/posts/default/115967339232199510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21692774/posts/default/115967339232199510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forensicroyalty.blogspot.com/2006/10/111th-post.html' title=''/><author><name>dinisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16026858584111470148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21692774.post-115893926376424014</id><published>2006-09-22T21:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-22T23:34:24.003+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Wake me up when September ends.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Prison Break&lt;/strong&gt; premiered yesterday at ten on Channel 5. It's been zonkers since the last time I heard about it. But it was worth the wait, totally. Awesome Shit. And OOH, it felt so mighty good to glare straight into my beloved black box. Oh, how I've missed you so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WENTWORTH MILLER (:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3520/2197/320/wentworth%20miller.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he's too good to be true.&lt;br /&gt;AHH, i could spend all day gazing into his sparkling crystal blue eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the series is basically about how Micheal (Wentworth-my future child's name) goes about getting his brother out of jail. So Micheal robs a bank on purpose so that he would be thrown into jail; thus, getting his brother out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup, DO WATCH. It's the next best thing to Life As We Know It. Btw, where the hell did that wander off to? Like it vanished in TellyWorld - Ohh, it'd be like I died and went to heaven. Ohwell, wherever you are, &lt;em&gt;do come back.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&amp; i think of you &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;my verbo transitivo&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yet, I ponder, like ponderers do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Physics Preliminary Exams today at 10.45.&lt;br /&gt;I cried during the paper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Shhhh, you're not supposed to know.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; it broke my heart to know that I may not get into first three months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Dreams - squashed right before my very own eyes, like a pile of bugs thrown into a punding feild.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Geog was peaceful. Skipped the whole of Map Reading. Like who the hell gives a rats ass about where &amp; why a damn &lt;em&gt;kelong &lt;/em&gt;or even a &lt;em&gt;longkang&lt;/em&gt; is situated. Gees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Math Paper 2 was a fucktard. Couldn't handle it and thats why I worry over my disability in a way I've never done before.&lt;br /&gt;But I'm too young to judge,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and all the men and women merely players.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Live your story; Faith, Hope &amp; Glory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was playing the piano when Andy called to say she was all EMO. Hahahah, that girl's hilarious. &amp; I was playing Can't Smile Without You. How appropriate. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mission's failing miserably. Owell.&lt;br /&gt;I'm veg for 9 days straight. &amp; I'm going to stick to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rain or Shine, I'll do it. Watch me RAWR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i miss the old days. like the one last year, and the year before that, and the year before, before that. YEAH, you get the picture. I miss my adolesence &amp; I hate the fact that it's all fading away.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Right&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Before&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;My&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Eyes.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nad, if your're reading this; I MISS YOU ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Tow, Bok &amp; Foo: YOU GUYS ROCK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't read a book in FOREVER, and I miss doing so. Someone, Anyone, recommend me a darling book to read. Hell, it's been so surreal. BOOKSBOOKSBOOKS make me happy (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm due for a good, intelligent conversation. Where'd all the good people go?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; I'm glad for friend's like Anny.&lt;br /&gt;it's good conversing with her of all the dramatic realms of life and the fullofthemselves, HAHAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;owell.&lt;br /&gt;i've got a scorching hot date with Art.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BOO! cause you can't scare me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21692774-115893926376424014?l=forensicroyalty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forensicroyalty.blogspot.com/feeds/115893926376424014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21692774&amp;postID=115893926376424014' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21692774/posts/default/115893926376424014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21692774/posts/default/115893926376424014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forensicroyalty.blogspot.com/2006/09/wake-me-up-when-september-ends.html' title=''/><author><name>dinisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16026858584111470148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21692774.post-115876108565477020</id><published>2006-09-20T22:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-20T22:28:40.533+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The body is a mere vessel, it can undergo change, pleasure, pain, scars, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the soul is immortal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Thus, a person never really dies, but is united with God, and one would be foolish in mourning and missing those who are dead for they are with Me.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;G.O.D.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21692774-115876108565477020?l=forensicroyalty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forensicroyalty.blogspot.com/feeds/115876108565477020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21692774&amp;postID=115876108565477020' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21692774/posts/default/115876108565477020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21692774/posts/default/115876108565477020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forensicroyalty.blogspot.com/2006/09/body-is-mere-vessel-it-can-undergo.html' title=''/><author><name>dinisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16026858584111470148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21692774.post-115874901098393586</id><published>2006-09-20T18:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-20T18:43:31.030+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>my hair's a frock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;snip snip goes the scissory&lt;br /&gt;help me outta my misery&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Steady as he goes..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the official prelims began today&lt;br /&gt;gosh, wouldn't it be wonderful if you could just put them away?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-feeling rhymmy. God knows why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SS was so full of shit. I detest it out to the very souls of this earth. If I became ruler of all the universe, the first thing I'd do is BAN SOCIAL STUDIES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Shyeeah, &lt;/em&gt;like that'll ever happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so &lt;em&gt;pek chek.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have I ever mentioned that the Creativy Hall is SO not the place to sit for exams. It was so frickydicky cold (major understatement) freezing (that's better), I was shiverring in my seat. Goodness Gracious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the black box waits for me&lt;br /&gt;calmly, yet luring.&lt;br /&gt;i need it, i want it.&lt;br /&gt;COULD I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretty Pleaseeeeee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Temptation. SIGH.&lt;br /&gt;Chem after Stupid, Sighing, unSignificant SS.&lt;br /&gt;I would want to say it was managable, only, I don't wanna jinx myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yet I yearn for that A&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO BAD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If this keeps me away much longer&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what I would do&lt;br /&gt;I've got to understand it's a hard life&lt;br /&gt;That I'm going through&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; when the night falls in around me&lt;br /&gt;I don't think I'll make it through&lt;br /&gt;Use your light to guide our way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;cause all I think about is you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tell me.&lt;/em&gt; Before it's Too.Late.&lt;br /&gt;You know how it is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drop me into my puddle of enchantment&lt;br /&gt;SetMeFree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm on a mission.&lt;br /&gt;Help me, dear Lord.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Solemnly, I ask of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Geography followed by E Math Paper 2 tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;OHH, the pain.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21692774-115874901098393586?l=forensicroyalty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forensicroyalty.blogspot.com/feeds/115874901098393586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21692774&amp;postID=115874901098393586' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21692774/posts/default/115874901098393586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21692774/posts/default/115874901098393586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forensicroyalty.blogspot.com/2006/09/my-hairs-frock.html' title=''/><author><name>dinisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16026858584111470148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21692774.post-115859016208440904</id><published>2006-09-18T21:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-18T22:36:02.430+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>And So It Goes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prelims have been postponed to Wednesday. Good grief. I know shit about SS as well as Chem. Yeah, you heard right, CHEM! Trying to work every ounce of energy I have left for this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a difficult time, but I believe, in all faith, that we will get through this together. Hang in there Nicole. We're behind you in every step you take (: Love you, till death do us part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Someone tell me what to do&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I feel like I must be a fool&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;For ending up right back at the start&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Things that we don't comprehend&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Are laughing at my mind again&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I think that I think too hard&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&amp; I don't give enough credit to my heart&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm so damn curious, to know&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;There are too many unanswered questions &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;That we hold on to&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I've put my theories to the test&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You know I've tried to do my best&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But maybe we weren't meant to strike gold&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sometimes things that you ignore&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Are all the things I'm looking for&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Well, I've learnt to let go&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Give in to love&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&amp; listen to my soul&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Portraits of your loved ones&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Are more than what you see&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;All the elements, they've captured&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Are more to you than me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;A different dimension we've cared to define&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;There's a forest to go through with thorns and vines&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;There is no reason to try&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;like you, like you.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, chocolate makes the pain go away&lt;br /&gt;Makes you appreciate everything on earth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Makes you believe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I've got to give in to love;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; listen to my soul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't take too long to say ''I love you'' to the ones you love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cause time has a habit of slipping away.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'm not taking this well,&lt;br /&gt;maybe I'm taking it fabuolously&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;either or, I'll die not knowing.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The say, life's unfair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But why didn't they mention death wasn't all that different?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;the clock goes 'tick tock'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&amp;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we're still waiting..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ferverently Finding Faith&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's the point of starring into the eyes of uncertainty,&lt;br /&gt;if only to spend a minute to dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where malice is a form of justice never truly reigning,&lt;br /&gt;neither truly failing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's the use of having a dream,&lt;br /&gt;if only to never fictionate the words of my song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;That's when I realised that the rose indeed has no thorns.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Momento Mori; Remember that we will have to die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Carpe Diem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sieze the Day; enjoy the present&lt;br /&gt;As opposed to placingall hope in the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm heart&lt;strong&gt;wrenched.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And So The Story Goes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You;&lt;br /&gt;       You left. That's it. Over. &amp; I might not see you again. Or maybe, if I don't turn out to be an indescribable heartless wreck, I might. But you took a little piece of my heart with you. Keep it safe.&lt;br /&gt;A Very Corrupt;&lt;br /&gt;Me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It started out as a story;&lt;br /&gt;it turned real.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just. Like. That.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21692774-115859016208440904?l=forensicroyalty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forensicroyalty.blogspot.com/feeds/115859016208440904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21692774&amp;postID=115859016208440904' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21692774/posts/default/115859016208440904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21692774/posts/default/115859016208440904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forensicroyalty.blogspot.com/2006/09/and-so-it-goes.html' title=''/><author><name>dinisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16026858584111470148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21692774.post-115849550712677218</id><published>2006-09-17T20:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-17T20:18:27.153+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Pranced upon a song called, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I Miss You&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; by &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And Then I Turned Seven &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;on shuffle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Today came with shattered dreams&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Everythings not what it seems&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Don't think death won't come get you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cause it will, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Life's misconstrune&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Though my battle's just begun&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm dropping arms and going to run&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I can't wait to see the day&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;These painful tears all go away.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm broken inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I died a little today;&lt;br /&gt;but nothing compared to his family's grief.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Even though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil, for you are with me; your rod &amp; your staff, they comfort me.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PSALM 23:4&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Au Revoir, Samuel.&lt;br /&gt;I'll be sure to see you again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21692774-115849550712677218?l=forensicroyalty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forensicroyalty.blogspot.com/feeds/115849550712677218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21692774&amp;postID=115849550712677218' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21692774/posts/default/115849550712677218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21692774/posts/default/115849550712677218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forensicroyalty.blogspot.com/2006/09/pranced-upon-song-called-i-miss-you-by.html' title=''/><author><name>dinisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16026858584111470148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21692774.post-115840911848039750</id><published>2006-09-16T19:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-16T20:27:53.503+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's extremely hard to fathom Samuel's passing. Who had ever thought such a tragic tragedy would occur. My relationship with Samuel was that of an acquaintance. We had one or two conversations and I had heard of him back in Sec 2 from Nicole who spoke nothing but good words of him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Samuel really was a good guy. So gentlemanly. With intelligence exuding through his soul, he made things seem so easy going. He will be greatly missed though he has inspired us all. I'm sorry for the death of Samuel Tan who passed on. So suddenly. Dreadfully. Heartachingly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School on friday was a disaster. Everything became so austere once the news had been out in the open. Guess people around me shared grief, confusion and dismay. Some even stressed?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's this thing within me that assures me that he's in a much brighter, more beautiful place and that we should be happy for him. I am happy for him now that he's in heaven and I rejoice to that. But I grieve for the Family. His Mother looked totally broken inside at the Wake yesterday. How could any mother live day to day with the absence of her son?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poor Aunt Maurine. I would never be able to understand what she's going through. The pain, the agony, the heartbreak. It just leaves me with a bunch of questions that I know everyone has. Why now? What now? Etc. Etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's so young, just too young. I'd raise the dead if I could. If only I could. Sounds absurd, but I would. Anyone with such a power would. We all would. Who knew what a tiny insect could do to someone. The hardest thing is to handle it all. The situation, the way we feel. But we have to stay strong. We have to believe in everything that lives on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now's the most important time in our lives where we reach out to the Lord, with arms wide open. I totally agree to what Aunt Belle said about his passing. Why take away such a good guy? It is in the name of the Lord that Samuel was the chosen one. Yet, his legacy lives on in all our hearts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The hardest thing at the point in time is to console. It don't mean anything once reality has attacked in full force. The reality of death. The impact. You'd go to school and just assume someone would be there forever. We'd never really thought about it at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; there's nothing we can do cause for a fact, life goes on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I still want to know why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now that the prelims are on, it's ever harder. But Samuel wouldn't want us to do badly, he'd want the best of us. He'd want us to do well for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Samuel Tan lives within our hearts &amp;amp; we will never forget all the great things he has acomplished and how many lives he has impacted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rest In Peace, Sam.&lt;br /&gt;We all love you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21692774-115840911848039750?l=forensicroyalty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forensicroyalty.blogspot.com/feeds/115840911848039750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21692774&amp;postID=115840911848039750' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21692774/posts/default/115840911848039750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21692774/posts/default/115840911848039750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forensicroyalty.blogspot.com/2006/09/its-extremely-hard-to-fathom-samuels.html' title=''/><author><name>dinisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16026858584111470148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21692774.post-115824569599458707</id><published>2006-09-14T19:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-14T22:54:56.133+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Let me stand next t your fire&lt;br /&gt;Let me stand next t your fire&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have only one itch and desire&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Let me stand next t your fire.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like playing daiti right now. It's just so &lt;em&gt;sian&lt;/em&gt; nowadays. Turns out, there is no first 3 months, according t Massari/Magni - Mr K's new names. Hahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, turns out that we have t come back t school t take our results in SCHOOL UNIFORM. LIKE WTF! Ong Kim Soon is so vexing. It'd be 3 whole months since we wore the damn bubble skirt and shirt.  So &lt;em&gt;bete noire.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Art before Malay Paper 2. Didn't do much, It's blatant I'm gonna have t &lt;em&gt;chiong&lt;/em&gt; man. Malay was a bore. I didn't have the strength t attempt the paper. Was just compelled t fatigue. I completely lost all the willpower during the paper and slept through most of it. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SS after that with LeongSF. She made it pretty clear t me that I've got language by my side but I'm just not answering the question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just got DEVASTATING news.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just one thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seize the moment. Cause tomorrow, you might be dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RIP.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21692774-115824569599458707?l=forensicroyalty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forensicroyalty.blogspot.com/feeds/115824569599458707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21692774&amp;postID=115824569599458707' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21692774/posts/default/115824569599458707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21692774/posts/default/115824569599458707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forensicroyalty.blogspot.com/2006/09/let-me-stand-next-t-your-fire-let-me.html' title=''/><author><name>dinisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16026858584111470148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21692774.post-115816111948794520</id><published>2006-09-13T23:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-13T23:25:19.593+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Malay Paper 1 was confrontable.&lt;br /&gt;Art before &amp; after. I'm officially exhausted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There you go again, leaving me hanging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go eat crap, cheebs.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21692774-115816111948794520?l=forensicroyalty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forensicroyalty.blogspot.com/feeds/115816111948794520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21692774&amp;postID=115816111948794520' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21692774/posts/default/115816111948794520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21692774/posts/default/115816111948794520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forensicroyalty.blogspot.com/2006/09/malay-paper-1-was-confrontable.html' title=''/><author><name>dinisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16026858584111470148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21692774.post-115804807897024370</id><published>2006-09-12T15:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-12T16:01:19.006+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>English was bleah.&lt;br /&gt;I can so kiss first 3 months, or 2 months rather, goodbye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SIGH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't have enough time for Paper 1 mostly because that bitch Koh made us stop writing at 9.45 when the board said 9.47. 2 minutes is alot in times of desparation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Who's going t save me from myself?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mother is getting on my nerves again. Ugh, all I need is t prove t her that I can be the daughter she always wanted me t be. Which is just so hard it makes me want t cry. Yeah, it's that sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm anticipating every second of my future. It's gonna be a bang. It has to. If it dosen't, God knows what I'd do. I guess I push myself t hard. But if I don't, then who will? My folks have become broken records, sorry t say, it's just that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm fasting starting from now till just before the Os. I'm off all luxurious foods till then as well, so I actually just eat before 5 am and then again after 8. Yup, with Prayer as well of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got t design my ball outfit like by this week. Well, by friday. It's supposed t be indian cause it's for Diwali. So I thought of going Black Rock&amp;Roll Churidar. Hahahah, sounds like loads of fun but I've really got t start getting my ideas into place. Hope it turns out well. Feel free t send me pictures so I may be inspired, thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;She's going t change the world&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;England, you bloody fool.&lt;br /&gt;I believe you're speaking our language.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21692774-115804807897024370?l=forensicroyalty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forensicroyalty.blogspot.com/feeds/115804807897024370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21692774&amp;postID=115804807897024370' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21692774/posts/default/115804807897024370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21692774/posts/default/115804807897024370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forensicroyalty.blogspot.com/2006/09/english-was-bleah.html' title=''/><author><name>dinisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16026858584111470148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21692774.post-115798931950973084</id><published>2006-09-11T22:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-11T23:41:59.753+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>You're a rhapsody, a comedy.&lt;br /&gt;You're a symphony and a play.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You're every love story ever written.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Didn't wanna wake up today. Fatigue just overpowered my will t get t the bus stop early. So, as usual I reached the bus stop close t 6.40 and the bus hardly came till 6.50. %$#&amp;^ So Murphy's Law lah. I'm not asking for instantaneous service, just cooperation. Gees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So obviously, I was late in meeting Jihan at the bench. If I gave her a dollar every time I came late, I would be bankrupt by now.Oh Jihan, don't even think about it. Hahah. Nonetheless, we reached school a little before the second bell and assembled at the D&amp;T block.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Science Prac soon after. I have now proclaimed myself as the most stupid person in the entire universe. I mean how could I forsee that Iron is oxidised and therefore is a &lt;strong&gt;Reducing Agent.&lt;/strong&gt; Any dumbass knows that. I just answered of which was oxidised and stated the damn reason. I just hope Bakar decides t be an angel and gives me a mark for it. SIGH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Otherwise, Physics was pretty easy. Got the Refraction of light experiment, which happens t be my favourite of all experiments ;) But I'm just so sore about my Chem. I really want that A1. Anything, ANYTHING t pull my damn Physics up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, just hope all goes well. We were quarantined for approximately 4 hours in the AVA Theatre. 100 bodies cramped up into a mere space of 2(dining hall). Oh whatev. Made it out there alive. 10-ed home soon after cause I just needed t rest for a bit. Ended up sleeping from 3 to 6. Then rushed for Piano.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She wore devil t'day. Seemed agitated for no apparent reason. I thought my scales were just fine. Gees, she's so demanding. &amp; my sight reading, I mean, I haven't done it in quite a while so I was just a little laggy and she freaking yelled at me, like chill right? Gosh. I agree my pieces were a disaster but that's because she HAD t listen t the two pieces I most suck at.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met Hui Ping on the bus! She's my neighbour by the way. We live just about 3 feet away from each other, yet we hardly get a chance t talk. She's so Pro-SAJC. Hahah, I likey. Hmmm, anything, just anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&amp; everytime I think about it&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It just seems t be drifting further and further away&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things will get better, through time.&lt;br /&gt;Problem is;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is &lt;em&gt;no time.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21692774-115798931950973084?l=forensicroyalty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forensicroyalty.blogspot.com/feeds/115798931950973084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21692774&amp;postID=115798931950973084' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21692774/posts/default/115798931950973084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21692774/posts/default/115798931950973084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forensicroyalty.blogspot.com/2006/09/youre-rhapsody-comedy.html' title=''/><author><name>dinisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16026858584111470148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21692774.post-115790304680486526</id><published>2006-09-10T23:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-10T23:44:06.920+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Who the hell painted the moon black?&lt;br /&gt;Oh, won't you, &lt;em&gt;won't you come back.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow's prelims guys!&lt;br /&gt;Freaking Out has officially become an Understatement of the Year.&lt;br /&gt;&amp; I'd like t thank...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to all you guys who said some really encouraging words. Sorry if I didn't reply you guys, alot's been going on lately. But I profoundly appreciate it. Don't know what I'd do without you guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you.&lt;br /&gt;Apparently, you love&lt;em&gt; video games.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could be the TV Screen; that way, you couldn't take your eyes off me.&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could be the controller; that way, you could hold me all day long.&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could be the game itself; that way, you'd be thinking of me all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't need video games t love you like that.&lt;br /&gt;Wonder why I glance at you every chance I get?&lt;br /&gt;Wonder why I look sad when we end a hug?&lt;br /&gt;Wonder why every paper in my notebook has a heart with your name in it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause I love you like you love video games.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, &lt;em&gt;I'm jealous.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heh, wrote this about a year ago. I still think it's hilarious till this day. In a nostalgic, sweet way of course. Still makes my heart skip a beat. Okay, how cliche.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Science Prac tomorrow. Got the First Shift. Smashing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorted out my entire room today. Feels so much better, cleaner, easier t get t my notes and stuff. I was done with procrastination. It isn't doing very well lately. Probably down with the flu or sthn. However, ;D.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a good feeling yknow. T'day was rather melancholy till just about 5.45 when Andrea calls t say she's downstairs with Andrew cause the weather was amazing. Cause it just rained and it was getting dark soon. That kinda cool weather. Yeah, it was awesome. Talked about all kinds of stuff till it got dark. It's been forever since the three of us got together. Especially after Andrew eloped. Hahah. Nahh, but something along the line.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, my angels see thee to thy rest, since I'be seriously been sleep deprived. All the very best for Prelims guys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Especially t Bok, Tow, Foo, Chen, Chu &amp; Guo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, who painted t moon black?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21692774-115790304680486526?l=forensicroyalty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forensicroyalty.blogspot.com/feeds/115790304680486526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21692774&amp;postID=115790304680486526' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21692774/posts/default/115790304680486526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21692774/posts/default/115790304680486526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forensicroyalty.blogspot.com/2006/09/who-hell-painted-moon-black-oh-wont.html' title=''/><author><name>dinisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16026858584111470148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21692774.post-115774571184538704</id><published>2006-09-08T20:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-09T04:01:51.990+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>2 am and she calls me cause I'm still awake.&lt;br /&gt;Can you help me unravel my latest mistake&lt;br /&gt;I don't love him, fall just wasn't my season.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 am and I'm still awake writing a song&lt;br /&gt;If I get it all down on paper, it's not longer inside of me,&lt;br /&gt;threatening the life it belongs to&lt;br /&gt;Cause these words are my diary&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Screaming out &lt;em&gt;loud&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&amp; I know you'll use them, however you want t.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause you can't jump the track, we're like cars on the cable&lt;br /&gt;&amp; life's like an hourglass, glued t the table.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But my God, it's so beautiful when the boy smiles.&lt;br /&gt;Wanna hold him; &lt;em&gt;maybe I'll just sing about it.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Breathe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Just &lt;/em&gt;Breathe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've become the dancer in the dark. All my shadows erased from collision. I live in denial. I lie t myself, ALOT. That's the biggest dumbass mistake I've ever made. T me, everything's majorly masqueraded, including my dumb ol' self. I think that my ability t live day t day is because of the fact that I live the lie. It's come t a point that thinking the truth is the impossible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But hey, I'm just an innocent girl exposed t the harmful effects that the evil world has t offer. I'm living the lie. Unfortunately, as much as we all don't want it t be, it's real. What's not real are my dreams. My unreachable goals. Don't get me wrong. I'm not giving up, I'm just being real.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SA SA SA SA SA SA SA SA SA SA SA SA SA SA AC AC AC AC AC AC AC AC AC AC AC AC AC&lt;br /&gt;SIGH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My desire t enter first 2 months are immaculately unimmaculate. It's like, yeah, sure, it'd be better for me. But can I? Am I mentally possible? I want t be. Like so bad. Goshh, it's worrying me so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But &lt;em&gt;I'm too young t worry.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;My weakness is &lt;/em&gt;that I care too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today'd be a year if we were still together. Well, techincally yesterday, cause it's 12.05 now. It's left me with a scar. But scars remind me that the past was real. But how could it be when it wasn't real. It wasn't intimate. It wasn't me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He gave me the world. The emptiness of it, as t mention. Every scoundrel aspect of it. I was fooled and fooled again I stood in the dark. Blinded by every little detail. All that was conceived was the light of eternity. That I would live in despair, dismay. Shyeahh, don't we all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He promised me; dead promises. A heart of gold; ingenuine gold. He peppered me with sweet nothings. The one's I could relate to. Unfortunately, I was having a relationship with his sweet nothings; not him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He drew me into his trap; there,&lt;br /&gt;I fell. Hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no regrets. Just scars. It beat me down that hard see. I wrote song after song. Poem after poem. But they made no sense after it all. It was like a painted a picture of nothing. Fading away. Slowly, but surely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't see the point in this really. I didn't fall in love. I fell into his illusion. Like I said. I fell in love with his words. By the way his mind works, it brought brilliance t a whole new level. I'd write a documentary on it but only, no one would agree t my tacky idea. I'd write a book on it, only I'm already on one and it would be mindless t just stop half-way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; besides, how much would it be worth in the end. Nothing. Zilch. What I'm trying t say is, I had my share. Like a child's birthday cake. Oversized and yet, fed thirty hungry kids. Sure, I miss it. But the it has become nothing. It's just a word t describe something. It describes objects.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were an object of desperation. But 3's always a crowd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He once asked me, 'What's love?'&lt;br /&gt;I had about a gazzilion answers, of which I only answered, 'I wouldn't know, I've never been in it. But I'll be sure t let you know once I get there.'&lt;br /&gt;Shyeahh, sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanless t say. I didn't fall in love..&lt;br /&gt;Cause ♥?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A joke.&lt;br /&gt;A prank.&lt;br /&gt;A lie.&lt;br /&gt;A dejavu.&lt;br /&gt;A dellusion.&lt;br /&gt;A crime.&lt;br /&gt;A life.&lt;br /&gt;A heartbreak.&lt;br /&gt;A tune.&lt;br /&gt;A voice.&lt;br /&gt;A melody.&lt;br /&gt;A distance.&lt;br /&gt;A vow.&lt;br /&gt;A passion.&lt;br /&gt;An affection.&lt;br /&gt;A namesake.&lt;br /&gt;A fool.&lt;br /&gt;A pattern.&lt;br /&gt;An embrace.&lt;br /&gt;A celebration.&lt;br /&gt;A story.&lt;br /&gt;A mile.&lt;br /&gt;A perfection.&lt;br /&gt;A vision.&lt;br /&gt;A future.&lt;br /&gt;A waste of time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today was pretty okay. Samrina stayed over again and we were supposed t wake up at like 12.30 t study but we were too tired from the night before. Sigh. Major slackers. So she's over again today so we'll be pulling an all-nighter. Really need t get down t business. Want it so bad t work for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so she beat me in daiti. Crap. I was winning lah. My aura- whoa, kena sai. Nehmind. We'll be spending our post O levels at Settlers. I will win then. Yakin (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Otherwise, I made it early for tuition today. Did E math cause I figured I'd been paying too much attention t Chem. So tonight's Physics. And Emath again tomorrow. Phew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was supposed t go to Jihan's for English help, but as usual, I cocked up. Probably go tomorrow if I'm up t it. Sorry Jihan. Got a load of rest since I didn't go. Got t catch up on my sleep man. I'm self-deprived.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sometimes, &lt;/em&gt;I dont even know why&lt;em&gt; I tell you this.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would it help you? No.&lt;br /&gt;Would it liven you? No.&lt;br /&gt;Cause I'm a fuss-pot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From tomorrow onwards, which means today, I'm gonna liven up my life.&lt;br /&gt;Wait for my debut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm bringing sexy back ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But who knows what tomorrow brings, a better day perhaps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps, perhaps, perhaps.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21692774-115774571184538704?l=forensicroyalty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forensicroyalty.blogspot.com/feeds/115774571184538704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21692774&amp;postID=115774571184538704' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21692774/posts/default/115774571184538704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21692774/posts/default/115774571184538704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forensicroyalty.blogspot.com/2006/09/2-am-and-she-calls-me-cause-im-still.html' title=''/><author><name>dinisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16026858584111470148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21692774.post-115737455600586824</id><published>2006-09-04T20:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-04T20:55:56.123+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Our greatest fear is not that we are inadequate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Our greatest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It is our light, not darkness that most frightens us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;We ask ourelves, "Who am I t be brilliant, gorgeous, talented?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Actually, who are you not t be?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Your playing small doesn't serve the world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;There's nothing enlightening about shrinking so that other people won't feel insecure around you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;As we let our own light shine, we unconciously give other people permission t do the same.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Akeelah and the Bee&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;has been pronounced by me as Movie of the Year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For all you folks looking for a purpose and a little encouragement, go watch it. I'm sure, so sure, it'll do you some good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21692774-115737455600586824?l=forensicroyalty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forensicroyalty.blogspot.com/feeds/115737455600586824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21692774&amp;postID=115737455600586824' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21692774/posts/default/115737455600586824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21692774/posts/default/115737455600586824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forensicroyalty.blogspot.com/2006/09/our-greatest-fear-is-not-that-we-are.html' title=''/><author><name>dinisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16026858584111470148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21692774.post-115729987266975128</id><published>2006-09-03T22:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-04T00:16:35.730+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Realised stress might be the death of me.&lt;br /&gt;It's not just just fermentation of school. Wait, everything IS about studies.&lt;br /&gt;Boring shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My point is that nothing will ever be good enough. Not even that new top you bought which looks so shique and yet you think you'd look absolutely gorgeous in it without 5 kg weighing you out. The times when you just seek for self-identity and you're not happy with the end results. To you, nothing's good enough so how could it be t the rest of society.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It comes up t a point when you think compliments are not meant for the feint-hearted. And then you ponder over the truth when you know for a fact that all you're ever gonna get is a pack of BIG FAT lies. But you keep living day after day. &amp; yet, you die inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cause I'm bigger than what my body gives me credit for. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Figuratively, my true ambition was t be perfect. Flawless. Just like in the movies. Please people with my numerous talents, my suave moves, my beautiful curves. But that's why it's called "life" and not the play, "I need a life, desperately."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; somehow, its not for anyone else but for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And you alone.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But don't fret. It's going t be alright.&lt;br /&gt;It always will be. As so God says.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a happy, happy place &amp; i love that smile you've tried on. It works for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so the weekend's been rather insipid. Spent my beautiful Saturday afternoon at a lame boat ride I would have killed t get off. Yeah, it was that bad. Isn't it illegal t be dumping stuff into the ocean? Religious or otherwise? Gosh, I still don't get the significance. I really thought we needed a licence or something. Moving on..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the jerky and almost nausiating journey, Henna and I resulted t a movie at Bugis. The Devil Wears Prada it was. It was so couture-fun-filled. Anne Hathaway looked absolutely stunning. After Nigel's wonderful make-over, of course. And it ended so nicely, almost awe-gapingly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, did i say SPOILER ALERT?&lt;br /&gt;not that I gave away that much anyways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But Chris isn't as hot as he was made t seem in the book!&lt;br /&gt;But Nate's really cute. Curly-haired boyfriend. I'd kill for a guy like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I think the movie's gotten into me. Watch It! to see what I mean...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met Krishin with his cousins at the movies. He looks awesome now, really does. No more chubby fat childhood friend Krish playing pranks all the time. He looks well, really good. Okay, so enough about that. &lt;em&gt;Just maybe.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Henna's dad dropped me back in his new and reformed Merc. There was a screen-like thing which had buttons next to it which you could just dial and speak all the way from the back of the car. And it had CABLE TOO! Do you know how elated I am. I would kill for cable in my car. Gosh, here I go again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But really, cool shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, so this morning I woke up extremely early cause I had a horrible dream. I'm not exactly obliged t share so I'll just leave it at that. Studied till 12 then watched the encore of Life As We Know It - backtback. Then went over t Andrea's house (yeah! she's back!) t watch the last episode of Rockstar Supernova which she had taped and which I missed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; I hated every damn bit of it. How in the world did Gorgeous Ryan Star get elminated? I am NOT HAPPY. This is so not right. Storm isn't really up t standards. She should have gone. Or Dilana. Crazy Drama Lady.&lt;br /&gt;So WHATEVER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went t Sue's house close t 5 for Chem Session. Didn't do much but what was important was that she was alright. And that she wasn't killing herself over everything that's happened. She deserves much more. Think she's had enough really. Love ya, Sue (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rushed home after a screeching voice over the phone. GAWWDD. My mother is just out t make my life a living piece of crap. So, OBVIOUSLY we couldn't get other stuff done which was really a bummer cause I thought I'd finish all my chem by today which would leave me with a gazillion more t harp over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; not t mention I've been incredibly exhausted lately. It's so hard just t get out of bed. Who knew mugging could be so mind-wrecking. Wait. It always has been. But it really drains you mentally. It's way worse than being overcome with fatigue physically. WAY worse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just got t live up t it. Nothing could possible ruin my chances of a good tertiary education. Not even the Wicked Witch of the West. "I'll catch you, my pretty"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shrills.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I just love your saccharine smile.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wouldn't it be nice if we could get together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Give me a while t sort things out.&lt;br /&gt;Baby, just be right there waiting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'll take you down the only road I've ever been down.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21692774-115729987266975128?l=forensicroyalty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forensicroyalty.blogspot.com/feeds/115729987266975128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21692774&amp;postID=115729987266975128' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21692774/posts/default/115729987266975128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21692774/posts/default/115729987266975128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forensicroyalty.blogspot.com/2006/09/realised-stress-might-be-death-of-me.html' title=''/><author><name>dinisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16026858584111470148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21692774.post-115708571627529667</id><published>2006-09-01T11:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-01T12:41:56.406+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So the week's been pretty laissez faire. Not t mention the amount of studying I've &lt;em&gt;not&lt;/em&gt; done. 10 days t prelims &amp; I'm in a stagnation of 2454982 degrees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;So maybe I've got a lot t learn&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Or maybe I'm just hanging on my words&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Or maybe its not a big concern&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But if I raise my hand&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Would I understand why I'm&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Better With You &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Five Times August&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wet Wednesday was pretty delirious. Can't remember what happened in school but after school Cikgu Zai treated us to Seoul Garden for our 'good results'.  How ironic. Didn't want t go but she was like, 'You don't pass your malay at all then you pass your O Levels, pasti nak berraya.' Hmmm. I do love Korean (: The 3 years I spent in Korea as a little girl rocked! Albeit the NK &amp; SK war, of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teacher'sDay Thursday was pretty awesome minus the Concert which I thought was a total turn-off. During Class Party we played so mahy card games. It was hilarious! More and more people started joining us; JunHao, AnnHin, ChengYong, Colin, KangWei and myself. Soon, even Mr K joined us. Had an absolute blast. Gave Mr K one of my RockinRoyalProductions' cards. Hope he appreciates it or else staying up till 2 in the morn was an absolute waste of time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the Oh-So-Boring Concert, followed Jihan&amp;Nicole to StHilda'sPrimary. They didn't meet any teachers but I met Fadil &amp;amp; Taufiq! Those two rascals. Hahah. Felt really good meeting them after the longest time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then WeiMing &amp; Gerry call t say they were in the canteen in school so we went back. Thanks Nihan&amp;amp;Jicole! You guys rock! Hahah. So yeah, chatted for a bit till the rain stopped. Decided t go over to Jihan's house for a while which ended up to be till 4 in the pm! Hah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG, ***** ******* is just the ultimate fun any teenager could ever have. Hah! For all who fell victim, HAHAHAH! It was just too addictive. Felt SO good. Revenge is Sweet. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went for a move after that with the folks. Pretty alright really albeit the fact that it made me cry :'(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH WELL. Pointless Nostalgia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going t meet FunBuddy Jihan later at the club. Check up with you guys again then!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Roses really smell like BOOHOOHOO.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21692774-115708571627529667?l=forensicroyalty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forensicroyalty.blogspot.com/feeds/115708571627529667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21692774&amp;postID=115708571627529667' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21692774/posts/default/115708571627529667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21692774/posts/default/115708571627529667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forensicroyalty.blogspot.com/2006/09/so-weeks-been-pretty-laissez-faire.html' title=''/><author><name>dinisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16026858584111470148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21692774.post-115687247178814459</id><published>2006-08-30T00:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-30T01:35:36.303+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;i think about how, it might have been.&lt;br /&gt;spend our days, travelling.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've made up my mind t make up my mind. There's obviously more t life than dwelling in self-denial and scaring the shit out of people. Emo-fied. &amp; thanks t my cousin, I think I'm at a much better state than I was just moments ago. Sometimes, the only way t pick yourself up is t be harsh. Remind yourself how idiotic you are, then BAM! you're slapped in the face with reality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which is an awesome feeling. Whatever happened in the past is meant t remain in the past. I want t be able t live for the day. I don't think I'm exactly 'motivated'. It's such a strong word but I'm just trying really hard t get my sums right, my equations well put, my answers with great meaning. My physics is improving, LOVES IT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; I'm still struggling t find my love for SS. The key t great success is t love your books man. Totally. Passion makes perfect. Gots to pick up from where I left off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today marks the last lessons for the year. After today, I felt so alone. So detachable. Like I had nothing t hold on to. Which totally sucked cause I was all emo during SS cause of it and LeongSF lost my SS test-paper. What luck? Gosh, I'm just so petrified but I dont know why I'm still glowing with affection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need t make it right this time. I'm going t miss all the crazy times in class. The Back-Seat Crew with our insanely lame jokes and failed attempts t motivate each other. Laughing our butts off during Mr. K's lessons. Sweet, lollipop memories. The hilarious-ness of AnnHin. The &lt;em&gt;kiam pa-&lt;/em&gt;ness of KangWei and the DUH-ness of JunHao. With full force, I believe we'll be able t make it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was just surfing the SAJC website. It's SO COOL. It's my ultimate dream school. I'll get my 13 points - 3. I'll join Debate/Rugby/Drama/Council, work my butt off with super cool people. I'll wear the nicest uniform in town. I'll be living the Singaporean Dream. I want t make it t SA so bad. It's like I've set my mind t it, I haven't even considered Poly. I don't want t enter an Engineering Course. CE would be cool but I'm just not too keen on it anymore. I want a Chemical Degree t work my way up t being a Chemist, then would I only be able t earn a place in the ForensicsDept.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG. I can't believe I fantasied it all in one para. This is so unreal. Imagine how I'd feel if I don't achieve it. Like a bullet through my soul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back t being Emo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Teacher's Day's gonna be quite sore really. ACES Day WO in the early morning, then comes the Concert which is missing an aura. HAHAH - those who know what I'm talking about. Yeah, it's sad. Pretty darn unentertaning. Everyone literally went, 'HUH? WHYYY?' hahahah, it was hilarious, lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well. Then I guess I'll feel it when it comes. Teachers were our only source of fun. They made our life miserable, but if not for them, we'd be screwed, honestly speaking. I really wanted t do something special for some teachers but like no time leh. Hmmm. Oh well. Guess I'll really thank them on the outlook of Next Year. Ugh, the feeling of it's horrifying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But yeah, they've all ROCKED! Especially Mr K, Ms Yew, Mr Bakar, ETC ETC. It's all good (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it's The Devil Wears Prada after TDC. So glad loads of people agreed t it. This will be my last movie till after Os. Need t get my priorites straight. StudyDate with Jihan on Friday. Hardcore Studying Baby! Totally. It's got t be done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once again, I'd like t thank Noherr for slapping me out of my misery. &amp; to the past, thanks for just, well..being there. I'm just glad it happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's time t move on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vroom~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21692774-115687247178814459?l=forensicroyalty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forensicroyalty.blogspot.com/feeds/115687247178814459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21692774&amp;postID=115687247178814459' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21692774/posts/default/115687247178814459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21692774/posts/default/115687247178814459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forensicroyalty.blogspot.com/2006/08/i-think-about-how-it-might-have-been.html' title=''/><author><name>dinisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16026858584111470148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21692774.post-115660930748480984</id><published>2006-08-26T23:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-27T13:54:14.226+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I won't lie. I won't try. I wont cry.&lt;br /&gt;But life's been a living hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was really sick up to the point where I started throwing up my meals and I my whole attitude changed. I no longer felt the urge to watch tv or listen t music. Like %&amp;!#*!$. Snow Patrol became a hindrance t my precious ears. The song You Could Be Happy felt like it was cut out for all the wrong reasons. Run made me want t gurge it's eyes out. I was an emotional wreck. It sucked &amp;amp; therefore I've come to confess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School's really messed up right now. It's unfortunately my only happy place. People go t school for masquerades. It's all a lie. Not that anything's for real anymore. &amp; it's amazing how every single person's blog I go to reads of their anxiety and how their whole world seems t be crashing down on them like a mellowdramatic calamity. Oh yes, all the bloody world's a stage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything seems t be happening so fast. It's like life on wheels has accelerated. Prelims are in 2 weeks! &amp;amp; I feel like I'm not doing enough. I need t perfect my learning volume. I need to speed up. It's agitating really especially when you go t a school packed with world-class story-tellers, magicians and stuntmans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not only did I think my whole world was crashing down on me, my cat departed from the world on the 21st of August. That's when I felt God wasn't being fair. I mean dwell me in stress. Feed me bad health. But that wasn't very nice taking away something that I loved. She was my baby. She always was. Since the day she was born I nurtured her, I fed her. I engraved full responsibility. The connection was almost immiscible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now she's gone. &amp; all I'm left with is a memory and regret. Regret of not spending enough time with her. Regret of not visiting her every time I passed by. It's all my fault. I'll never forgive myself till the day I die. I've even gone vegetarian for a whole month. I know it's absurd t do such things just for a cat. But she's God creation too. She's my Princess' creation. I moulded her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll always love you.&lt;br /&gt;Your dainty paws, how it pranced up and down the sill.&lt;br /&gt;Your ever so soft fur, how I could feel it and imagine heaven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You were the light of my soul.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; will always, ALWAYS be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Pumpkin&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Family of Dinisha &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Left the world t be with God on 21st of August&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;May you rest in peace.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I LOVE YOU.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Sigh. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;It's a sad sad world.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&amp; Death makes the world submissive.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;p&gt;No doubt about that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;p&gt;If i could turn back time, I would. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Just t be with you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;p&gt;OH WELL.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;It's not easy getting over, but it's got t be done.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Somehow, somewhere.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;p&gt;Time heals all wounds. It's true. Today I wore shoes again! &amp;amp; I'm much better although my throat's still an open grave. And I've finally turned on my iPod again! It feels SO GOOD. &amp; guess what? Snow Patrol's Headlights on Dark Roads came on. &amp;amp; I loved every damn bit of it. Hell Yeah.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Just got back from dinner a few moments ago. We contemplated on the venue like for the longest time! Hahahah. It was hilarious. Finally, Dad brought us t this Japanese Restaurant at Kiang Road. Pretty good really. After which we got a message from Dad's secretary saying SWEE KEE HAS REOPENED AT NORTH BRIDGE ROAD! OMG YOU HAVE NO IDEA HOW HAPPY I AM. I'M SO ESCTATIC I JUST CANNOT STOP TALKING IN CAPS. HAHAH.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Heh. The best chicken rice in the whole universe is here again. Just remember the Sundays after Aikido going there with my older brother. It was one of the little things I looked forward to. Gosh, it feels so good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;p&gt;Light up, light up&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;As if you have a choice&lt;p&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Even if you cannot hear my voice&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'll be right beside you, dear.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Hmmm. Sometimes, I just wonder if things would turn out for the best. Right now, my feelings are SO MESSED, it's obnoxious.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Can't wait for Thursday! Hope you guys come (:&lt;p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Be the angel on my sill once again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Sure, I'm digging my own grave.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21692774-115660930748480984?l=forensicroyalty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forensicroyalty.blogspot.com/feeds/115660930748480984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21692774&amp;postID=115660930748480984' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21692774/posts/default/115660930748480984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21692774/posts/default/115660930748480984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forensicroyalty.blogspot.com/2006/08/i-wont-lie.html' title=''/><author><name>dinisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16026858584111470148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21692774.post-115652321546938228</id><published>2006-08-26T00:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-26T00:26:55.486+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;table background="#FFFFFF" border="0" style="border: 1px solid black;" width="410"&gt;&lt;tr height="20"&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 3px solid black;" src="http://img.quizgalaxy.com/obituary-Dinisha-9-6-14.jpg" alt="QuizGalaxy!" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr height="20"&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center" style="font-size: 8pt;"&gt;&lt;a style="color: #FF0000;" href="http://www.quizgalaxy.com/quiz.php?id=114"&gt;'What" will your obituary say?'&lt;/a&gt; at &lt;a href="http://www.quizgalaxy.com" style="color: #FF0000;"&gt;QuizGalaxy.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21692774-115652321546938228?l=forensicroyalty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forensicroyalty.blogspot.com/feeds/115652321546938228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21692774&amp;postID=115652321546938228' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21692774/posts/default/115652321546938228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21692774/posts/default/115652321546938228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forensicroyalty.blogspot.com/2006/08/what-will-your-obituary-say-at.html' title=''/><author><name>dinisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16026858584111470148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21692774.post-115590047161488625</id><published>2006-08-18T18:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-21T11:48:36.073+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&amp; i feel so much depends on the weather.&lt;br /&gt;so is it raining in your bedroom?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weeks been pretty much a bore. School's a bitch, really. It's hard t keep the vibe going especially when you've got a healing wound the size of a ginco nut! It's sickly. I'm sickly. I just need my foot t go back to what it was so that I can carry on with my life. Wart-less (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O Level English Oral on thursday. I would say it went pretty alright although I realised there was loads more i could have said but of course at the moment, a gienormous cloud of anticipation decides t rain over you. But nonetheless, the examiners were really nice. Made them laugh a little and it was more of talking t a friend than an examiner. It's all good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess life's fair. It slaps you in the face with all its negativity until you just ask yourself, what the hell you're doing here. But there's ALWAYS a good side t everything. And it's up t you t decide on whether or not you choose to dig extra hard for the pot of gold. Cause its there alright. &amp;amp; it's just about worth looking for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Along side with all the horendous stuff, there's beauty. It's pretty obvious. Life's a living hell. But hell's got it's privilages. For all we know, God may be opening up franchises all over hell. So, free yourself from hopelessness, it'll do you good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;cause i've been locked up in your heart-shaped-box for weeks&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yknow, I'm just glad I have people around me who see me for who I am and not what I seem t be. It's been pretty tough at school lately. My little breakdown on tuesday wasn't because of my foot. It was because I thought nobody cared. I thought I had no body t depend on. Nobody t talk t. But as I said, people are misunderstood &amp; i'm not the only one in need here. I doubted Ann Hin cause I thought she was pissed or sthn. Truth is, I was the bitch. I misinterpreted my own lousy self.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; that's why i bleed just t know i'm alive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thrive on making my statements. Making people happy. Most of all, I thrive on absurdity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wagged school tday mainly cause I was down with major temperature issues around midnight partly because of my damn operation but I'd choose t believe I'm ill on fatigue. It's like I'm trying so hard to believe in myself, but to no avail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prelims are in a few weeks. T be honest, I haven't really gotten down to business. It's just scraps. Like when did all the motivation decide to holiday at Bali. Hello! I'm here. With arms wide open.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm petrified. Sometimes, I feel that tuition's taken it's toll on me. I know I'm being an oversized brat imported from Timbuktoo, but I just feel she doesn't care. I know I'm not exactly genius or anything, but I am trying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So &lt;em&gt;tulan.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Rockstar Supernova was good again on wednesday. Vegas Baby. Woohooo! Haahah. Zayra's out! My wish came true, at last. She can't sing to save her life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a shocker t see Magni at the bottom three, like WHATT? Just like it was for S'pore Idol. Mathilda, Jon Leong &amp; Hady- bottom three. HOWW? Back to RS. Magni's Creep was awesome. Shrills down my spine. Just the right level of intensity. LOVED IT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ryan's In The Air Tonight was DA DOMB! The best performance of the whole night. I would say. Dave Nevarro was so messed up lah. First he said Toby was the best. Then he said Ryan was the best. Then he said Dilana was the best. Like make up your damn mind. Ryan's just awesome. I love that guy. The intensity in his expression is just mesmerising. It's almost like he enthralls you into what he wants you t see. It's beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; I guess Dilana's got what it takes to front Supernova. Girl Power bodoh. Hahah. But her sound can get a little boring. Well, it's all up to Gilby &amp; gang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OHH. Toby's Hot.&lt;br /&gt;LOVES HIM ( or his ass ;) )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahah. Gots t get backs to my works.&lt;br /&gt;Later, my pretties.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21692774-115590047161488625?l=forensicroyalty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forensicroyalty.blogspot.com/feeds/115590047161488625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21692774&amp;postID=115590047161488625' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21692774/posts/default/115590047161488625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21692774/posts/default/115590047161488625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forensicroyalty.blogspot.com/2006/08/hahah.html' title=''/><author><name>dinisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16026858584111470148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21692774.post-115548747874633975</id><published>2006-08-14T00:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-14T00:44:42.073+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>You know that feeling, that no matter what you do or where you go, you just don't fit in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause that's how I feel all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life Stinks. My sucky Mother Tongue results have got something to do with it. As well as my newly removed corn which HURTS LIKE HELL. I'm going to be missing about a day or two of school, which I'm not exactly estatic about. I've a goddamned hole in my foot, i'm in SO much pain, it's not even funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not like God hasn't 'blessed' me with enough accident prone-ness that He just had to add in a natural grown corn which I just can't bear slapping! Impossible? Don't say I didn't warn you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yknow, I've been telling myself all this while to live my dreams. In order to do that, you have to believe in your dream. But you can't believe in a dream until you believe in yourself. &amp; that's exactly what I'm going to do. As soon as all the pain has deviated away from my damn foot, then only can I concentrate on my life. Call me self-centred, but this is what the Singapore Education has done to all of us. Hell Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh Well, since I'm in SO MUCH PAIN, I'll leave you guys with a little som somthn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequete.&lt;br /&gt;Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21692774-115548747874633975?l=forensicroyalty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forensicroyalty.blogspot.com/feeds/115548747874633975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21692774&amp;postID=115548747874633975' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21692774/posts/default/115548747874633975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21692774/posts/default/115548747874633975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forensicroyalty.blogspot.com/2006/08/you-know-that-feeling-that-no-matter.html' title=''/><author><name>dinisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16026858584111470148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21692774.post-115521794185601522</id><published>2006-08-10T19:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-10T21:52:21.996+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Shame's dead. It's been so long, nobody even sends flowers anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's appalling, really. Why doesn't anyone feel it anymore? Is the world THAT thick-skinned. Is it just me or has global warming finally kicked in expanding everyone's heads to a size 453. It's ludicrous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reality is, the day everyone shows some respect, realises modesty is the best policy, doesn't talk out of a bull's butt, is the one Paris Hilton joins a nunnery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Vows are spoken&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;To be broken&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Feelings are intense&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Words are trivial&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pleasures remain&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;So does the pain&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Words are meaningless&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And forgettable&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;enjoy the silence&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Rockstar Supernova y'day was KILLER! Awesome awesome performances by all the contestants. Every single one of them (except Jill, of course) did an amazing job. Especially Lucas with his rendition of Radiohead's Creep. Unforgettable. It's got me on replay on my iPod.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Magni's delivery of The Dolphin's Cry was dope! LOVES IT. Thought he really brought it. Did an awesome job with both Acoustic and otherwise. The Iceman Freezes Over ;) &amp; that's why I totally agreed with the Encore Pick for both of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dilana got to rock with Gilby Clarke. Woohoooo! That was some head-banging extravaganza. Amazing rock-outs. Patrice did a good job but I don't think she's exactly Rockstar quality. Like although Storm did a pretty laid-back song, the thing is, she still has it in her bones. She connects with the audience like they're a part of her. &amp; same goes with Ryan Star. Ahhh, I've got the hots for him ;) His depiction of R.E.M.'s Losing My Religion was DA BOMB!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really though Zayra would at leat be in the bottom three. But NOOO. Wtf's wrong with the voters? How can they possibly be attracted to her croaking and her weird superhero inspired outfits. And WTF was with the 10 inch high platforms. That was disgusting. Supernova must be dying for the day she gets into the bottom three so they can kiss her sorry ass goodbye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So tonight's elimination was incredible. Josh &amp; Jill got kicked off the competition. I thought Jill totally deserved it. Josh has great vocals! How could they have dropped him! Maybe they were just budgeting for the trip to Las Vegas. Oh Bugger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nonetheless, as T. Lee says, &lt;em&gt;can I get a HELL YEAH! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Come and get your share&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But we all SHINE ON&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Like the moon and the stars and the sun&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;COME ON AND ON AND ON&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;alright ;)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spent the morning at tuition clarifying doubts and such. There's loads I need to buck up on. BUCK UP. Hahah. The phrase's kinda funny really. ANYWAYS. I need to understand everything and get everything in my damn head. Starting with the Cation &amp; Anion table which I conveniently forgot as soon as the June Hols started.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I'm not wrong, the Malay O level results are out tomorrow &amp; to be honest, I'm shit scared out of my bones. May God and the rest of the world be with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will be thankful for the outcome, no matter what.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21692774-115521794185601522?l=forensicroyalty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forensicroyalty.blogspot.com/feeds/115521794185601522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21692774&amp;postID=115521794185601522' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21692774/posts/default/115521794185601522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21692774/posts/default/115521794185601522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forensicroyalty.blogspot.com/2006/08/shames-dead.html' title=''/><author><name>dinisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16026858584111470148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21692774.post-115513367585624330</id><published>2006-08-09T21:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-09T22:27:55.976+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's staggering how someone you've accepted as a friend albeit the fact people still warn you of their intentions. It's stunning how they can stab knives into your friend's back. To proclaim they've got the &lt;em&gt;whole package&lt;/em&gt; is just retarded. Puuhhhllleeeaaasseeee, if you've got the whole package then if I may ask, where the hell is you're damn character. You ARE shallow. As shallow as a toddler pool. God, you gotta get over yourself. Do YOURSELF some good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to that certain someone, you know who you are. I love her more than she'll ever know. To most people, she's an angel. So to hell with what you say cause SHE'S GOT THE WHOLE PACKAGE. She's got the heart of a saint. A mind of a wiseman. A soul of goodwill. She'll never look down on you. She'll never forsake you. She'll hide her feelings only to realise she can't take it anymore. She's the kind worth keeping. She's the kind you'd wanna take home and place in your poly pocket mansion for safe-keeping. She's the kind you'd never want to lose. She'll be your pillar. She'll never let you fall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She an extrovert. The type you'd just die for. She'll make you cry just describing her cause you know for a fact that she's indescribable. She's beyond description. Beyond words. She's more beautiful than any other that I'll ever know. She's a doll.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; I love her just the way she is and no one can ever think otherwise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To hell with you, get over your damn perfect self then realise how come you haven't got as many true friends as anyone else does. I bet even Hitler had a dozen more than you do. May he &lt;em&gt;Rest In Peace.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;How many special people change&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;How many lives we live are strange&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Someday you will find me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;caught beneath the landslide&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;In a champagne supernova in the sky.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Mum's finally coming back on Thursday Night. National Day Celebs at school were shit. Hell No am I going to elaborate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was pretty alright. Woke up real early for no rhyme or reason. Seven-thirty in the morning on a holiday is an Unthought Rarity. Hah. But I realised I got more things done than ever. Felt great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rakhi-cum-lunch at Aunt Rajni's place. Went pretty well. It's been quite a while since we've been reaquainted with our unimaginably hectic lives. So it was tying of Rakhis then Appitizers then a little performance then chit-chatting and catching up. Then came lunch. Then played soccer at the foyer. I scored 5 goals. Whoohooo! Hahah. Then was kiddy-time. Played for them random songs on the guitar. Mind you, I can't play it for nuts. So you could've imagined the state I was in. Hahah. Debuted my &lt;em&gt;Lalalala Song&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;Blank&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretty exhausted now. Skipped dinner at my Grandma's place. Was having a gienormous head-ache. Guess I better get some work done before the holiday get's over then I'd brood over the fact that I'm a pathetic, un-productive imbecile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Look in my eyes, what do you see&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Cult of Personality.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21692774-115513367585624330?l=forensicroyalty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forensicroyalty.blogspot.com/feeds/115513367585624330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21692774&amp;postID=115513367585624330' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21692774/posts/default/115513367585624330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21692774/posts/default/115513367585624330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forensicroyalty.blogspot.com/2006/08/its-staggering-how-someone-youve.html' title=''/><author><name>dinisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16026858584111470148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21692774.post-115474416137215272</id><published>2006-08-05T09:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-05T10:21:45.033+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Maybe I don't really want to know how your garden grows. I think I've got a lot to live. Maybe it's what you put in it that matters. How is it that I can imagine a world with you and yet deep down in myself, I'm struggling to find my status. Forcing myself out of my caliber.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;If only we had &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Just a minute longer&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How is it that love blinds all flaws. Crusades for it never fails to overpower me. Its funny how I see you &amp; yet you"re so far away. Not only literally but socially, emotionally. All that's in me is seeing how you fit so perfectly in my jigsaw. How the lines shapes through itself like magic. How the picture screams love, companionship, friendship, charity, humanity, struggle, overempowerment, rescue, life, symapthy, charisma, war, courage, knowledge, travel, beauty, happiness, faults, forgiveness, charm, endeavour, support, honour, respect, injustice, opinion, space, journey, sacrifice, teamwork, 2 peas in a pot, bright red kisses, shudders of contact, ester lovin, long-distance calls, backpacking around the globe, reaching into space, filtering under the sea, a plethora of books, a grand house of establishment, a palace of sacrecy, a cheesy love story, a romance, a comedy, a mystery, a chick flick, an Oprah nominated novel, a history, a present and a future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's difficult not to download the image in my mind. The imcompetence of the structure. The unpredictability of it's meaning. The vision I can only fantasise. You're the stranger in my mind. It all boils down to what makes me more special than anyone else. Why in the world would you want to pick me out of a corn pot. It's outrageous. I want to be the rose in your hibiscus garden. Your World Trade Centre out of all the other buildings. Your shooting star on a night when the stars line up like little soldiers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I know i've said too much&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I haven't said enough&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Every whisper&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ever waking hour &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm choosing my confessions&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Consider this&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Consider this a hint of a century&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School on Friday was aggrivating. I want Ms Yew back for Geog Period. Aaron &amp;amp; Nicole are in this huge conflict. It's utterly disturbing. It leave me &amp; Jihan going neutral which I think is only fair. And it's not like we've done any wrong. So Nic &amp;amp; Aaron, just get over it. It'll do us all good. Believe me. I feel so great having genuine friendships. My rivals have transformed into my friends. It's all good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; btw, they faught over a chair. A CHAIR. This is what I call &lt;em&gt;gina&lt;/em&gt;. Kids, please get over yourselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Math Mock was shit. I flunked it for the first time. Man, I suck. &amp;amp; it was last years prelim paper. It dampened my spirits. It wasn't even O level standard. It was WAY worst. Jihan &amp; I ended up playing Paper Bingo &amp;amp; Join The Dots. Walked back to the bustop with Ann Hin soon after.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Study Date at airport macs with Sam &amp; Ann Hin. Jun &amp;amp; Kang Wei went for F.O.P i think. Which reminds me, going for F.O.P with Jihan &amp; Amanda t'day. It'll be my first time. Really looking forward to it. Scraped Study Date with Jihan cause something came up on her side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year's NationalDay dosen't scream patiotism. The blocks in front of me have only a maximum of 8-9 flags hung over their balconies. &amp;amp; ND is next week! We can't even come in Red &amp;amp; White mufties for school on Tuesday. It's Red Polo or Tee with School Skirt. Oh bugger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fun fair's gonna be shit. The only good thing about the concert is Jun's band performance. Other than that &lt;em&gt;wo yao sui ziao.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I badly need to &lt;em&gt;qian fei.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gyming next week, hopefully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Don't you want it&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I've never seen anyone who want's it this bad&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You said games were much more fun&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'd rather play than get things done&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But look where we are now.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21692774-115474416137215272?l=forensicroyalty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forensicroyalty.blogspot.com/feeds/115474416137215272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21692774&amp;postID=115474416137215272' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21692774/posts/default/115474416137215272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21692774/posts/default/115474416137215272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forensicroyalty.blogspot.com/2006/08/maybe-i-dont-really-want-to-know-how.html' title=''/><author><name>dinisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16026858584111470148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21692774.post-115461961192023549</id><published>2006-08-03T22:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-03T23:40:12.156+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>As a friend once told me, "&lt;em&gt;Never let the flame of your passion go out against the thunderstorm of the world&lt;/em&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hell Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's all about stalking your goals. Ensuing your dreams. Living for real. Disdain the ones who'd try their best at dismantling your hopes. Screw them. It's your turn to shine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been ruined by the oh so Superficial World. It's time I piece back my portrait. It's alright if I'll still be able to see the lines. It'll acquaint my mishaps so that I shall never again go anywhere near them. At least this time, I'll be able to rekindle my priorities in full force. Everyone darnwell deserves a second chance. Why should I be any different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, what's life if you can't live it? I don't want to make my life seem like a tragedy. Like I've just been possessed into believing that death is the solution to all doubts. HAH! Cause I thought wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Schools been tolerable for the past few days. Haven't voted for any of the Prom Titles. I don't really intend to. I'd love to, but genuinely, I'm not into the whole Prom Spirit. All that's been on my mind are my Prelims &amp; my Os. Guess that'll give me 4 whole days to get a dress, get accessories and shoes. Oh boy, isn't that going to be marv.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Home feels rather empty without the folks around. It's weird. I mean Dad travels a whole lot but wiht Mum gone, it's like I've lost a force. I know its temporary &amp; I spend half the time of my life complaining of how unfair &amp;amp; unreasonable she may be. But yeah, it just feels different. It's good though. Just not that good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a Chem test during tuition today. More like a joke. I hadn't studied for it you see, so I just kept giving random answers. The height of my random-ness is unquestionable. There was this question on the blast furnace. So it went;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are the three reactants that is to be placed into the blast furnace?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Principal, The teachers as well as the entire Ministry of Education. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't even explain myself. I guess I was just too uptight about the darn education system and how hard its taken its toll on me. How it's driven me insane. How it never fails to tear me apart. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's study like mad from now. Study Date with Ann Hin tomorrow. Study Date with Yen on Sunday. The National Day hols are my only salvation and it shall not forsake me. I'm going to make it through one hell of a thunderstorm. Maybe Night Study with Jihan or Ann Hin on Monday. See what goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's about time I hit the books.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;now, where did I put my baseball bat?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21692774-115461961192023549?l=forensicroyalty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forensicroyalty.blogspot.com/feeds/115461961192023549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21692774&amp;postID=115461961192023549' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21692774/posts/default/115461961192023549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21692774/posts/default/115461961192023549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forensicroyalty.blogspot.com/2006/08/as-friend-once-told-me-never-let-flame.html' title=''/><author><name>dinisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16026858584111470148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21692774.post-115435046828010415</id><published>2006-07-31T19:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-31T20:54:28.406+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Hit me hard enough to wake me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lead me while to your dark roads&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday was delightful. Met Jihan at her place before heading off to the Debate Workshop which absolutely ROCKED! I thought the Ramesh speaker was hilarious. He has made us see into Debate as an art. As an expression. I'd definitely take up Debate when I go to JC. Like he said, "&lt;em&gt;yeah you can hit a ball, so what?&lt;/em&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; Debating is fun. Its now that I realise that we've been debating our whole lives. Its just taking it to the next level. The more proffesional level. The more direct and effective level. It's amazing how he made us, well me at least, actually love debating and want to actually take it up proffessionally. I'm quite sure I'd make a pretty good Debater. So kudos to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that was the main highlight of my Sunday. Met up with Ann Hin &amp; Kang Wei at Siglap to study. Didn't do much but that was because I could smell my brain frying itself beneath my skull. No joke guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;nobody knows just why we're here&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;would it be fate or random circumstance?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate hate hate it how my mother thinks that my brother and I have cooked up a conspiracy. Seriously, it sucks. I just can't wait for her to stop breathing down my neck. She's my stomach ache on a clear, bright Sunday morning. My queesy feeling for the urge to regurgitate. The skum between my toes. She makes me sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chem self-study after school t'day. Was SO shagged out. Was almost brain-dead. Managed to bullshit my way through the paper then hastened down to the Art Room. Got great help from Yan Xiew &amp; Raquel. Thanks guys. A little of help from the pros is a neccessity. No kidding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walked to the bus stop with Clement &amp; Ann Hin. We saw a Wookdpecker! Hahah. &amp;amp; apparently, it was Clement's first time. I just made it sound wrong but it's up to you to interpret. I think life's about making a hell load amount of choices. Make yours today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did not just sound like a cheesy commercial.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think I've finally come into contact with my level of contentment. &amp; I'm pretty alright about it. At least better than I hoped for it to be. Woohooo! Sometimes, you just gotta tell yourself, 'get over it, you dumbass.' &amp;amp; also, 'screw it, i'm gonna start living' Even a so-full-of-yourself-speech couldn't conquer the way i feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Voting for Prom King &amp; Queen have finally evoked. Hah, how formal. But yeah. I still have no goddamned idea of who I'm voting to be Prom King. Prom Queen's gonna be the everradiant, everfashionable, evergorgeous, eversincere Vanessa. Really hope you get the title missy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahh, who cares about Prom. It's all about the Afterparty. Whoo~ It'll be the payback for all the months mugging our asses off. It WILL be about time. Hmmm, everything's happening so damn fast. It's like we've been travelling on a bullet-train all our goddamned 16 years of livelihood. Gees. All the world's a mess. The men &amp; woman nearly pulling their hair out in order to survive. Believe it or not, believe it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i have the power to summon the rains&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;be afraid, be very afraid&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow's tuesday baby! Which means, LAWKI &amp; The OC. I'm craving for attention off the big black box. Come salvate me, you torpedo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've seriously got to sort my Piano days out before I positively, absolutely lose my damn mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;then i'd have to go look for it. Oh bugger.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forgive me off my dull acrimony. Don't worry, i know exactly how you feel.&lt;br /&gt;It bothers the shit out of me too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21692774-115435046828010415?l=forensicroyalty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forensicroyalty.blogspot.com/feeds/115435046828010415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21692774&amp;postID=115435046828010415' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21692774/posts/default/115435046828010415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21692774/posts/default/115435046828010415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forensicroyalty.blogspot.com/2006/07/hit-me-hard-enough-to-wake-me-lead-me.html' title=''/><author><name>dinisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16026858584111470148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21692774.post-115417776352645632</id><published>2006-07-29T19:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-29T20:56:03.636+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;you were my summer&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;in every perfect way&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;but it's a bittersweet symphony&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i can't change my mould&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;so long sweet summer&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday turned out to be more enjoyable than I'd hoped for it to be. Mr Chiang helped me get a C grade for my CCA &amp; CIP involvement. Which means one point off my results. It's more than I could ask for considering the fact at how monoton I've involved myself in anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Math Mock was good as well. I got a 46/80 which I think was good cause it was so anyhow-ly done. &amp; Mr Ng totally sank my spirits to rock bottom. It's like they just can't let me feel the glory for that split second. Imbeciles, i tell you. IMBECILES! Hahahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Decided to go for the Lake House with Jihan since Mum wasn't cooperating with me to go out with the girls. It was so beautiful. Keanu Reeves &amp; Sandra Bullock. Now, who would have thought of such a combination for a romance. But hats off to them. They did everything perfectly. It was really good. Only if more guys could be like Keanu Reeves..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Maybe life wouldn't be all that fulla shit&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got news that my folks are heading off to China from Wednesday to Monday. Which is supposed to be Woohoooo! but I guess I'll only feel it when it comes. Finally Psycho Mum's outta my neck for 5 whole days. This calls for a celebration. But that means Manoj is in charge. Oh Bugger. Everythings got to do with MCS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to school LATE today, kudos to Chen Ann Hin (: But that's okay. We were spared. &amp; apparently, Gopal was in this meagerly serlatious mood. Jin Kiat tried to sabo me into telling Gopal that I didn't bring my prep work. So I was like I brought it in yesterday so that I wouldn't have to carry it today. And he totally bought it. Hah! &amp;amp; I saved Ann Hin's butt as well. Ahhh, all in a moment's work. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walked to the bus stop with Ann Hin. I think we can relate so much, which is good. Its as if it's a friendship made in heaven. Considering our differences, I think we hit it off good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Worked on my book for a bit before switching over to Boring Physics. The peak at how mundane the subject can get is astonishing. You can't always forsake what you don't want, or need.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going for the Debate Course with Jihan tomorrow. I can't wait! It's gonna be so fun. Something I thourally lack at the moment with my social life down the toilet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meeting with Kang Wei, Ann Hin and maybe Jun Hao for SiglapStudyNight soon after. Tomorrow's jam packed. It's going to be this way until forever. I guess it dosen't always have to be a bad thing. I could have it good. We could all have it good. It's whether or not you want to be sucked into the realms of this superficial world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever you choose, &lt;em&gt;may God be with you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Every Single One of You (:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21692774-115417776352645632?l=forensicroyalty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forensicroyalty.blogspot.com/feeds/115417776352645632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21692774&amp;postID=115417776352645632' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21692774/posts/default/115417776352645632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21692774/posts/default/115417776352645632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forensicroyalty.blogspot.com/2006/07/you-were-my-summer-in-every-perfect.html' title=''/><author><name>dinisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16026858584111470148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21692774.post-115400598130988135</id><published>2006-07-27T20:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-27T21:13:01.406+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Pull the hair back from your eyes&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Let the people see your pretty face&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You know they like it when you smile&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was rather desolate. Or at least, I thought it was. School couldn't have been more inane. The only lesson I enjoyed was Chemistry, of course. But otherwise, I could have almost stabbed myself in the heart during Math. He's so...so...&lt;em&gt;whats the word? &lt;/em&gt;Vapid. If I may say. He spent a whole period telling us about his even more platitudinous past &amp; the other going through ONE stupid question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time's running out, damn it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm pretty worried about my Social Studies. It astounds me at how virtually meager I can be at that subject. &amp; my English is deteriorating! My comprehension skills suck! I'm going to have to talk to Mr K about this. It is resolvable, i hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yknow, I think I've started getting on track with my life. I know I've just bombarded your face with negativity but yeah, I'd a lot to learn. I've come to see most things differently. Better than ever. It all depends on how you want to interpret life. Life's fulla shit. I'm fulla shit. So be it. Screw it, I'm no longer a whimp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a little bit of a quandary earlier. It made me feel like crap cause I couldn't help it. It sucked cause it made me breakdown. The intuition of the engine in my heart jumped a beat. But I knew I had a choice. At that moment, I thought to myself; Every 60 seconds I spend upset is a minute of happiness I'll never get back. Life's way too short to be dwelling in serendipity, what more pathetic, vile, dumbshit remarks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;you can't rely on anybody else with the point of view of a source unknown&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is going to be the most &lt;em&gt;sian&lt;/em&gt; day of the week. &amp; it's a Friday! Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So little time&lt;br /&gt;A gazillion and one things to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cause you're not raining on my holy mess&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tough Luck.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21692774-115400598130988135?l=forensicroyalty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forensicroyalty.blogspot.com/feeds/115400598130988135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21692774&amp;postID=115400598130988135' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21692774/posts/default/115400598130988135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21692774/posts/default/115400598130988135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forensicroyalty.blogspot.com/2006/07/pull-hair-back-from-your-eyes-let.html' title=''/><author><name>dinisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16026858584111470148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21692774.post-115363085310435568</id><published>2006-07-23T12:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-23T13:08:24.726+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;The dusk of her soul &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;succumbs to&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;INGENUITY&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I've come to a turning point in my life where I seriously have to set things straight. Prioritize what's conspicuous. Like my book, for example. I've thought it to be a dream but why succumb to fake willingness. I could make it happen. I could make it all happen. I could live my dreams. I can, with all my heart &amp; soul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the weekend went alright. Met Yen on Thursday. We were supposed to catch a movie but due to some unforseen circumstances, we retreated back to Yen's place for the rest of the afternoon. It was partly my fault cause I was supposed to catch Pirates with her but I had already watched it. And the other movies were a sore to the eye. So yeah, SORRY YEN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday was Racial Harmony/Founder's Day. Was pretty alright. Ms Yew told us about Hilter &amp;amp; what the women faced &amp; how it shamed the men. How barbaric people can be during war. How men can be so heartless &amp;amp; imbecile. The fact that death isn't suffering. The fact that hardship is suffering &amp; people succumb to death because of hardship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a stab in the throat. I just couldn't imagine. HereI am, living the life. Knowing all my folks want is the best of my ability &amp;amp; they will provide accordingly. I just felt, there's a whole new world out there just waiting to be submerged. I'm in hunger to find out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met Nad on Friday Night @ Tampines. It had been a thousand million years since i met her. Nad, my SAJC motivation, my best friend, my estacy, my laugh buddy, my confidant. Love you Missy. You Rock My Socks (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to School on Saturday morning. Met Dannelia, Nicky &amp; Loise. It's been a whole lifetime since I've seen those guys. Good times. Real good times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had Piano after that. So now, I'm really getting serious with it. Apparently, the examiner for this year is a wraith. HAHAHAH. K, not literally. But he failed 2 music scholars! &amp;amp; 3 grade 2s! Grade 2 was amazingly a piece of StrawberryCheeseCake for me. It brought gitters through my collar bone. So from now on, I'm going to be so damn perfect. Not a single mistake and I'm going to play with expression. Feed into the damn examiner's heart. Force him into my music. Make him feel as though he's being possessed into my rhythm. Ok, that's enough of fantasising.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I've got to be different. Have my own style. That's the only way to get my distinction. My excellence. My pride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went for Amar's Surprise soon after. Loved his house. I thought it was very unique &amp; very vibrant. And Karan &amp;amp; Anand did a really good job in taking charge of the food, decor, invites, etc, etic. Very nicely done. I think the entire Cricket team was there or something as well as the Rugby Captain. Really cool. And Nad said he's the guy who appeared on the MOE Book. Who Knew?!?!? HAH. Small world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So last night was a blast. I've got 2 shout-outs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Happy Eighteenth Birthday Amar! (:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&amp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Congrats to Shanti for Passing her Driving!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;You Go Girl ;P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;HMMM. Everyone's all grown up. It's me who feels like the total kid :/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anyways, I've got to get back to the painfulness of life's every expectancies.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;p&gt;Joke for the Day: Why did the skeleton NOT cross the road?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Cause it didn't have the GUTS to.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;HAHAHAHAH&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Loves to all (:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21692774-115363085310435568?l=forensicroyalty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forensicroyalty.blogspot.com/feeds/115363085310435568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21692774&amp;postID=115363085310435568' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21692774/posts/default/115363085310435568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21692774/posts/default/115363085310435568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forensicroyalty.blogspot.com/2006/07/dusk-of-her-soul-succumbs-to-ingenuity.html' title=''/><author><name>dinisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16026858584111470148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21692774.post-115332701663232485</id><published>2006-07-20T00:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-20T00:36:56.796+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today marks THE day where I've just proved to my entire class that I'm a big jinx.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up surprisingly early cause I couldn't bear the fact that I had to walk all the way to the 10 bus stop although it's only 7 minutes away. Not only am I a jinx, I'm also a bum. I suck lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, the part where I'm a big jinx was during Math. We were down with Statistics by Scholar. So, half way down the lesson, Jun Hao asks me how to plot the graph. So I leaned like SLIGHTLY to my right of the chair and the next thing i know, I'm on the floor. Butt Paralysed. I swear, nothing could have been more embarrassing. The fact that I couldn't move for about5 seconds, gawwdd, No joke man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; as many people may know, I am the most accident prone jinxed there ever was. I need to get rid of this pathetic 'disease' and FAST.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Otherwise, Art today was pretty fun. Ann Hin, Aaron, Colin and myself got scolded for leaning on the latch watching the Founder's Day Rehersal, like WTF. Apparently, Gopal was down there taking pics, so he has total proof. Which I found HILARIOUS! hahahah. &amp; he gave us a Hitler-like speech on what he's going to do with us. Ludicrous is the only word. How SO Gopal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After school, Jihan, Aaron and myself went down to Arab Street &amp; Beach Rd t get Colin's mask. &amp; we ended up getting ourselves masks each. Heh. Nice ones too (: I've decided to decorate mine with black lace and red lining. It's going t look splendid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So on our way back, we walked past Park View and there was this really amazing Salon. The decor was exqusite! It just looked marv. Although the prices were marv as well. Heh. It's called Le P-Something. Some really cool name. Ahhh (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we saw 3 transexuals. Downright GROSS! They looked okay from afar although it was REALLY obsious they were men. But when we got up-close, they looked HIDIOUS! Awgh. People like that should be banned from society. Not that I'm being bias against them, it's just so &lt;em&gt;Er Sing! &lt;/em&gt;Hahahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got my paper then we headed home. Really exhausted now, but I've still got a bathtub full of homework to complete. &lt;em&gt;Sian.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;50 50&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;my minds a mess&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21692774-115332701663232485?l=forensicroyalty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forensicroyalty.blogspot.com/feeds/115332701663232485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21692774&amp;postID=115332701663232485' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21692774/posts/default/115332701663232485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21692774/posts/default/115332701663232485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forensicroyalty.blogspot.com/2006/07/today-marks-day-where-ive-just-proved.html' title=''/><author><name>dinisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16026858584111470148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21692774.post-115306167804530351</id><published>2006-07-16T22:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-16T22:57:28.336+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yknow, sometimes, my folks can be a real pain the foot (literally). &amp; for that, today has come forth to rest my case.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got a wart or a corn bud, whatever you may call it, under my foot. And if you may all know from experience, it hurts like HELL! Even the Painful Gods couldn't comprimise. Yeah, THAT bad. And it kills me cause I'm not able to resist such pain. But I think no one could. Not even Tough Old Will who got canned numerous times. For all of you who dont know what the hell i'm talking about, go catch Pirates of the Caribbean!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I loved it by the way. Although I thought the first one was better but I still absolutely loved it. Ahhh, got a good dose of Johnny Depp, Orlando Bloom &amp;amp; Keira Knightley! All of the people who actually win my vote when it comes to Real Acting! So a million points to them each (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to my point. So I've been having this wart under my foot for like forever now but it just recently started to hurt &amp; it's almost as if I've got a pebble injected through the sole of my foot. No. Not a very pleasant feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my folks have been saying to go visit my uncle who's a skin specialist in Johore cause he's family and so he'll probably do a good job with it. So I've been all set since FRIGGIN FRIDAY. But to no avail, my folks just ignored the fact that we were going. ARRRGGGHHH. Idiotic Fact No.1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then it was AGAIN planned to go today afternoon since we were all busy on saturday. So fine. I even cancelled my meet-up with Nadirah so that I could get this stupid operation over and done with. But guess what? NOOOOOOOOOOO. They've apparently put everyone else before me. ME! I'm FRIGGIN FAMILY. Gosh. So yeah. We HAD to entertain guests, which I wasn't really upset about. I just go as PLANNED! Cause i happen to PLAY BY THE RULES. So yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was pretty darn pissed. Then well, I kinda poured my guts out in the UN-nicest way possible. I even went straight to the damn point asking them if i were adopted or something cause my pain evidently dont mean a thing to their thick souls. But I'm completely sorry right now cause I know that isn't the way I should treat my folks. But still! I'm in pain, that being the whole point of it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if there's anyone to blame, it's not going to be me! it's not going to be my folks. It's going to be the DAMN WART who/which just refuses to let me go. Like wtf's wrong with you. I don't think I'm a very trustworthy person. Can't you get the DAMN HINT! I'm going to get RID OF YOU!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG, tell me I just did NOT talk to my own wart :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;If life is cruel, how should the afterlife be any different?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, so my folks decided to surprise me with movie tics to Pirates. Which DID NOT HELP cause I was supposed to go with Yen, Nad and Bhav on Thursday!!! Ulghk. Just when you thought it was getting better right? So yeah, they had already booked it, so i couldnt cancel out and I know how &lt;em&gt;pek chek&lt;/em&gt; it is to get the family to go out together. Even my older bro was watching it for the second time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't worry guys, i wouldn't mind going again if you guys really want to watch Pirates (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the movie turned out great! So i think they're semi-forgiven. But I'm still in pain. And it gets worse and worse ever darn second. Which sucks but what the hell am i to do. &amp;amp; my dad kept saying that we'll go to E &amp; E telling them it's an emergency and that it hurts really bad. Which is completely stupid. So I was like I think I need a REAL INJURY. And my dad went, wanna go blading now?? And I was flushed! ): I can blade completely properly now. K that's not the point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Otherwise, I got to see Mesa today (: Ahhh, she slangs now! AHAHAHAH but it works for her. I think she's very feminin now and she dyed her hair! Nice shade of brown I must say. I loved it. Oh well, too bad I only got to speak to her one-car-ride-long. Mes, you better be baq soon so we can squabble! AHAHAH Loves~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still got to finish my work. O Level Malay Listening Compre tomorrow. At 4 bloody 30 o clock. Like they could BE any LATER. Gosh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PE tmr! Meaning SOCCER! Meaning, I get to practise for GSS soon. Whooo~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;to go or not to go, that, unfortunately is the stupidest question.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21692774-115306167804530351?l=forensicroyalty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forensicroyalty.blogspot.com/feeds/115306167804530351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21692774&amp;postID=115306167804530351' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21692774/posts/default/115306167804530351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21692774/posts/default/115306167804530351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forensicroyalty.blogspot.com/2006/07/yknow-sometimes-my-folks-can-be-real.html' title=''/><author><name>dinisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16026858584111470148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21692774.post-115297269649062640</id><published>2006-07-15T21:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-15T22:11:36.533+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today was a rather peaceful yet becomming day. And i'm elated. It's good to have days like these. Although you know for a fact it's not good for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leisured down to school where the art room was peppered with art students. I think, surprisingly, everyone turned up. Whoo~ Yea yea, big achievement. But it kinda is. &lt;em&gt;She&lt;/em&gt; [of the name i shall not recite] was in a not-so-incredibly bad mood. Wait, understatement of the year. I think fallacious would do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got tonnes of instructions so that should keep me occupied for the week. &lt;em&gt;She&lt;/em&gt;'s okay really if you come to think of it. Without &lt;em&gt;her&lt;/em&gt; ever-fluctuating bonkers-ness, &lt;em&gt;she's&lt;/em&gt; pretty alright. And after all, &lt;em&gt;she's &lt;/em&gt;just there to help us out. Copiously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lunched with AnnHin at the Al-Something place. I thought I could have eaten two whole plates of mee goreng due to me falling asleep at 8 last night, going without dinner cause i've obviously been Sleep Deprived. And well, i left the house without Breakfast. I forgot. Honest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, but i only ate like half the plate. I swear, I'm still full from it and its like ten in the pm. Gawddd. There's seriously something wrong with mua.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went for Piano where I think its finally hit me to get serious with my music. I don't intend to pursue it, but I would absolutely love playing the piano for other purposes. Like if i decide to be all adventurous and start a band? Or if I want to take some time off Forensics, I could play at a hotel lounge. Or what if I'm old and retired &amp; really want to do something productive, I could teach. Mdm Yeo says I've got great potential that just refuses to shine. Grrr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yes, I am going to do well for my Prac Exams this year. Scrupulously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walked by the beach cause the book I was reading was at its good part and so I thought I'd read it along the sea breeze enjoying the sights clear blue sea. So the slow walk really made me anticipate my lovely book and well, just think. I'm not going to elaborate, so yeah. Dont go, 'And...' Heh. Yup. Cause you're not getting any ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I send an SOS to the world&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I hope that someone gets my&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Message in a bottle&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been dwelling myself in books these days. More than I usually should. But it's better this way. I'd rather escape from reality &amp; believe in stuff I never assumed I would. It feels great. Its like i'm attatched to something, a whole new world. I may be the only darn hermit ever living there. But whatever it is, it sure is bliss.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21692774-115297269649062640?l=forensicroyalty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forensicroyalty.blogspot.com/feeds/115297269649062640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21692774&amp;postID=115297269649062640' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21692774/posts/default/115297269649062640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21692774/posts/default/115297269649062640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forensicroyalty.blogspot.com/2006/07/today-was-rather-peaceful-yet.html' title=''/><author><name>dinisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16026858584111470148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21692774.post-115287279912775768</id><published>2006-07-14T17:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-14T18:41:16.563+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thursday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't really remember what went on in school but my days in school are becoming really elating and i'm glad cause at least it's not a total complete bore to the state where i'd prefer to plunge down a 50 story building &amp; yet live to see that very tragic yet incredibly stupid action. I'm livin the teenage tragedy guys. It couldn't get better than this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've got a Local Scholar for our Statistics Teacher this term. According to Bakar, these Scholars could be promoted to Principal Position in 5 Minutes! HAHAHAH K, well 5 years. But imagine this. You graduate from NIE at a tender age of 23, 24, 25? well, depends on the Honours shit as well. Yup but you're in your mid-twenties. And while other non-Scholar Twenty-plus year olds are draining their sorrows in a bucket of crap due to mid-life crisis, here we have Scholars teaching in schools knowing they've only got 5 years of teaching in their belts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm. Apparently Mr Ong's a Scholar too. &amp;amp; As soon as we heard, Ann Hin and myself were hyperventilating and getting all hyped up just cause of the fact that he's a scholar. And like we've been calling him Scholar as well. HAHAHAH he's pretty darn funny. Really short. Apparently, born in Indonesian &amp; took Kang Wei's insult so witty-ly. Heh. So DONT misjudge Scholars. They're cooler than your average smart ass Joe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After School, Nic, Jihan and myself went down to Bugis to get our Pumas (: Jihan got the Black with Red Lining while I got the White with Green Lining. I love it. I think the whole Green and White ensemble. I think it works for me. I love my Poomy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lunched at Yoshinoya then took photos and i must say, they came out pretty well (: I find great satisfactory when all goes my way. I'm not self centred in any way but I think I love seeing people happy and seeing them happy makes me happy. This totally had no link with the photos but Oh Well..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got home close to 5.30 and got some solid work done. I did Chem &amp;amp; my love for Chem grows and grows. I love Chemistry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forensic Science, you're such a dream. Draw me close to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Today&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School was pretty alright. Probability Test went well although I made THE most stupidest careless mistake but then Ann Hin whispered it to me. &amp; Scholars pretty blurr so yea, I'll guaranteed an A (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Malay-Session was really funny. HAHAH like wth. I translated stuff for the BSP. Heh. It was hilarious lah. Somemore right before test. &amp;amp; Jun needs serious help in Math. Well, in everything. It's not my motive to be a teacher cause I'd rather not but I think he needs help. Loads. Siglap Study Sunday soon (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr K totally blasted at the class today. I know how he must be feeling but we ARE trying hard. Very hard. At least most of us are. I know we should be putting in LOADS MORE effort into English. Its hard being good at all 3 components. Arrrggghhh. But Mr K's right. It is important. So very important. I want my A so bad. SO BAD. I'm so &lt;em&gt;pek chek.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mock Test after school. Totally lann-ed my way through cause everyone was just slacking &amp;amp; like Scholar was the invidulator, so go figure. Scribbled through most of the sums. It wasn't a really bad paper. And when we self-marked it, I got a 49! Out of Lan work, that's pretty awesome. HAHAH and Scholar was really supportive. Like all teachers should be~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm pretty satisfied with today. The rest of the day's bullshit shall not be mentioned to ruin my seemingly everlasting pride. Ooh! and we returned a wallet today! HAHAH we picked it up and figured that it came from the Primary School with the patheticness of the Fake LV and the 2 dollar note and disgusting keys. But we Still returned it. But the lady at the counter was so UNGRATEFUL. No thank you also. K, i'm fussing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But yea, my point being, SATISFACTORY. Its amazing how the word has no relation to the word FACTORY. HAHAHAH. K, whatev.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gots to get backs to me works.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's been a lanky week&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;just like Crouch's legs.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But I'm going to score &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cause i'm not letting my team mates down.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not a chance.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21692774-115287279912775768?l=forensicroyalty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forensicroyalty.blogspot.com/feeds/115287279912775768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21692774&amp;postID=115287279912775768' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21692774/posts/default/115287279912775768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21692774/posts/default/115287279912775768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forensicroyalty.blogspot.com/2006/07/thursday-cant-really-remember-what.html' title=''/><author><name>dinisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16026858584111470148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21692774.post-115272339012143722</id><published>2006-07-12T23:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-13T00:56:30.260+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hey folks. Today marks THE most unproductive day of my life. Not like i've never said that before but I just feel sore about it. &amp; don't get me wrong, i'm not fussing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School was okay, i guess. Prom Night is NOT going to be held in school (: Ahhh, now I really want to get all geared up for Prom. I dont know, but it's a great feeling~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stomach ached and ached the hell out of me today. I swear, I could have collapsed on the floor and died of terminal stomach-pain-ness. Roarr. Sucked ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slept trough my entire afternoon. Explains the stupid feeling. I was dead beat but OMG once i realised i could have done so many things, i started annoying myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think Soccer Nostalgia is kicking in. I know its good to sleep through the night once again but it also feels EFFING GREAT staying up. I just need my spoonful. S Leagues coming out. Watch Out guys (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm a war, of head versus heart&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And it's always this way&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;My head is weak, my heart always speaks, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Before I know what it will say.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;There were Churches, Theme Parks &amp; malls,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But there was nothing there all along.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andrea came over to bum for like 20 minutes while my folks were out. Watched SI. i support the winner! &amp; while she was rumaging through my stuff, she pranced upon my school bag and was like, '&lt;em&gt;whoa, you read alot ah. National Geo, Readers Digest, Story Book, 2 some more! Siao. I think I'll just flip through or die trying.'&lt;/em&gt; HAHAHAHAHAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shes nuts. But yeah. I've always had a thing for reading. Maybe I'll form my own book-club one day when I've established my goals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think i'll crash. Mums sucking my blood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye guys (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21692774-115272339012143722?l=forensicroyalty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forensicroyalty.blogspot.com/feeds/115272339012143722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21692774&amp;postID=115272339012143722' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21692774/posts/default/115272339012143722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21692774/posts/default/115272339012143722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forensicroyalty.blogspot.com/2006/07/hey-folks.html' title=''/><author><name>dinisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16026858584111470148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21692774.post-115255026765537685</id><published>2006-07-11T00:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-11T00:51:07.670+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Happy Sixeenth Birthday Foo Sue Ann!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sue Ann has been THE most trustworthy and amazing friend this past year.&lt;br /&gt;She's the one person i can pour my heart out to and know deep down that she's got my back. The plethora of silly opinions &amp; amazingly spastic actions we've shared have been a BLAST, in the most unusual way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our weird MSN chats &amp; lame comments have made me go numb in the stomach. But I thank God for a friend like her. Someone who'd read you like a diary. Know when &amp;amp; what to say to make you feel all better. Gives you a different point of view of things. There's a lot going on in that little anatomy of hers. Even though she's a year younger, I think we all know she's got a pure &amp; mature heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love you to bits Sue Ann.&lt;br /&gt;Have an Awesome &amp; Swinging Sixteenth Birthday.&lt;br /&gt;You deserve it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;cause you're the best (:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21692774-115255026765537685?l=forensicroyalty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forensicroyalty.blogspot.com/feeds/115255026765537685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21692774&amp;postID=115255026765537685' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21692774/posts/default/115255026765537685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21692774/posts/default/115255026765537685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forensicroyalty.blogspot.com/2006/07/happy-sixeenth-birthday-foo-sue-ann.html' title=''/><author><name>dinisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16026858584111470148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21692774.post-115251888002165707</id><published>2006-07-10T13:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-10T16:08:00.110+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Saturday-Went to school then realised that it was a complete waste of my time so AnnHin and myself headed down to Parkway for lunch. &amp; i've developed a hate for PastaMania. Ulghk. Its sick man, seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Headed home soon after that while AnnHin headed off to Church for some meeting. Riding with her is damn funny, lah. heh. She's so damn random &amp; imbecile. Hah. &amp;amp; no matter how much we may pass ludicrous comments, i think we make a great multi-racial friendship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which brings me to realise that i am generally a very multi-racial damsel. I mean all of my best friends have been of a different race. Making chindian the exception. But still, i dont think it's cause i cannot get along with my fellow clan, its just that i feel i dont fit in. I love their company but somehow, i dont belong. i suck, lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caught a little of Wimbledon. Go Roger! &amp; i think the women's finals were boring. Very.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met Andrea for a bit then i got a call from Dad saying that he's going to watch the match with Mum &amp; some friends at chijmes and was wondering whether I'd want to tag along. Gawd. I'd rather not be seen with a bunch of 40++ year olds no matter how atmospheric the place is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I bunked home cause Andy wasn't too keen on watching the match. She kept going, &lt;em&gt;lazy lahhh.&lt;/em&gt; How can any sane being be too lay to watch the finals. Imbecile. Hahah. but she's too girly. &amp; she's going away to Aussie to further her studies. Hmmm. Gonna miss her bitch-fits &amp;amp; incredible bullshit story-telling. HAHAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the words been spread (: Girls Soccer is confirmed fo' sho' yo'. I'm finally elated. Primary School soccer days have been long gone. Remember the match against Fowlie Primary(now existing as Tanjong Katong Primary). A guy's teeth injected through my collar bone. The scars still there. Unsightly. Dont ask :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure when it is but i better start training. Im Out Of Shape. Litterally. Not only am I a tv buff. I also eat more than anyone i know. Hmmm. i suck again, lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday-Satsang in the morning. Enriching experience although i was constantly nodding off due to my lack of sleep. But Question &amp; Answer was really good. I'm glad i went.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ended pretty early so i got home, caught up on my sleep &amp; studied cause mum said i wont be able to go out at night if i dont get down to business. Hardly studied Chem. Wasn't in the mood for Geog although I have a big test on Agriculture on Tuesday. Rawrr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, I was still allowed to go cause I managed not to make them furious today. Job Well Done. Bus-ed down to Ceylon Road to meet Shanti &amp; Dipti where Shanti's mum gave us a lift to Swensen's Orchard for Rishi's birthday gathering. Was alright i guess. Vishal is officially King of LameVille. I swear. Heh. &amp;amp; i thought i was bad enough. HAHAHAH jk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was planned to watch the match with them at chijmes after dinner but I figured my folks wouldnt be too keen on it so no point asking. But today they said that they'd let me for the next WC. Well, we'll see about that. Things folks say~. IN-Credible. So cabbed back with Sanam, Hanisha &amp; Kumud. Caught the finals with the rest of the household.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gawd. WTF happened with Zidane. His goal at the 5th minute was brilliant but GAWD. I'm just too upset to elaborate right now. But Italy put on a good game. OH WELL ): At least France got it this far. But i seriously thought they were going to win. Honestly, Positively thought so. I was torn apart during the Shoot Out. Fuck. It devastated the crap out of me. I couldn't have felt more pathetic. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wagged school today. Maybe it was cause I was despondent or maybe it was cause i was enervated but i think i'm just too perplexed to know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21692774-115251888002165707?l=forensicroyalty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forensicroyalty.blogspot.com/feeds/115251888002165707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21692774&amp;postID=115251888002165707' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21692774/posts/default/115251888002165707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21692774/posts/default/115251888002165707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forensicroyalty.blogspot.com/2006/07/saturday-went-to-school-then-realised.html' title=''/><author><name>dinisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16026858584111470148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21692774.post-115227401266536117</id><published>2006-07-07T19:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-07T20:06:52.766+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>had my dose of telly yesterday. Yes, if you might not have guessed, i'm a tv buff &amp; im not gonna deny it. TV is just the BOMB!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad's gonna get the Smart TV thing. &amp; thats the coolest thing ever. I'm estatic (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caught 8th &amp; Ocean, Rock Star: Supernova [which rocks the house down. i love it to the very bits of this island] and Project Runway in which i thought Santino, Daniel and Chloe's dress was really pretty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is really random, but theres this lady near my place who walks backwards every morning! As soon as i leave the house, i see her. Its frightening. She kinda looks possessed. Gawd. Walk properly woman!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; theres this Ah Mah in the bus who always sends her grandson to school and shes got this Magical Black Fila Bag. OMFG, its got every darn thing inside. From Plastic Clippers to Rubber Bands, from Ribena to napkins. She's SUPER GRANNY! Hah. although, its a little embarrasing :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School was ok today lah. Loads of laughs. &amp; OMG our schools got a whole computer lab of 17-inch iMacs. They are so cool. Apparently, they're 5 K each. But its about time i part with my lovely flat-screen hp. Its been great doing business with ya ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After school Jihan and me trotted to her house to go get her blading stuff. Then we cabbed down to my place to get my blading stuff &amp; headed for East Coast. Had a BLAST. Jihan, you're the BEST, lah. heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bladed to Marine Cove for Lunch. Bladed back to the beach then aired our stuffed feet. Talked and harangued and chaffed at the rocks. Slacked around &amp; enojed the beach for a bit before heading back to Marine Cove where her Mum offered to give me a lift.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bought nice blue earings and Jihan &amp; i bought a colourful coral charm bracelet. Both were very reasonably priced (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my day went alright i guess. &amp; i overcomed my JINX-NESS! thanks to Jihan Bok! Hahahah. I was a little paranoid about the slopes, even the almost-nothing ones, until dear ol' Jihan taught me how to control. Ahhh. I can now blade like a pro. Hahah. But well enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next Stop: Ice Skating!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really drained now. Cant wait for Soccer Finals (:&lt;br /&gt;France will kick some italian butt!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No emo stuff today. Heh. Not in the right mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;suddenly i see&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;why the hell it means so much to me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21692774-115227401266536117?l=forensicroyalty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forensicroyalty.blogspot.com/feeds/115227401266536117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21692774&amp;postID=115227401266536117' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21692774/posts/default/115227401266536117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21692774/posts/default/115227401266536117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forensicroyalty.blogspot.com/2006/07/had-my-dose-of-telly-yesterday.html' title=''/><author><name>dinisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16026858584111470148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21692774.post-115210106969838731</id><published>2006-07-05T18:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-05T20:04:30.016+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Died in your arms tonight.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh my god. firstly, i've got to stop swearing, think i need to fast. K, wtf does that have to do with anything but i just feel that i need to fast to thank God for everything so that would remind me not to say ohmygod. okay i just did. ANYWAYS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Malay O Level Oral today. I'm not exactly impressed but i'm glad for the reading part. cause when we had 5 minutes to practise first, i completely stumbled on all the words. So yeah. The examiners were like, 'For an indian, you pronounce your words very well'. In malay of course.&lt;br /&gt;But my convo, lets not even go there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So all in all, it was a beautiful disaster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, to SOCCER. omfg, Germany lost! Well, i'm not a fan but I just didnt want Italy to win. NO ITALIANO. I mean seriously, Amazing midfielder/captain Micheal Ballack played well, like he always does. It was so extrememly abominable. Gosh. I'd never expected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Italy clinched the win with Piero &amp; Grosso scoring 2 wonderful late goals duirng extra time. HMMM. They were wonderful but i've never known Italy for its flare in soccer. Neither did England nor Brasil this time round. Portugal &amp;amp; France have shown their flare for soccer &amp; its amazing. Even Argentina &amp;amp; Germany. I thought Germany possessed the most amount of flare. Grrr. Its the flare that counts.&lt;br /&gt;The word is Overrated now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Schools been so so. Today marks the worst day of my life :/ dont ask.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The anxiety is killing me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm forced to confront.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see him putting in effort, for that, i'd apologise my heart out. This stinks.&lt;br /&gt;I will once i pluck up the courage to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, &lt;em&gt;i've developed a hate for her.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But the opposite of love isn't hate.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Its indifference.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;So that should mean i still care.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holy Crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going blading with dear ol' buddy Jihan on Friday! Yes, blading. Its time to overcome my jinx-ness. The devil shall not live within me. &amp; i've recovered from my fall so its time i go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things i need to do;&lt;br /&gt;Get Gift.&lt;br /&gt;Fast.&lt;br /&gt;Go Blading.&lt;br /&gt;Study.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things i need to get done RIGHT NOW;&lt;br /&gt;SS HOMEWORK DUE TMR!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ciao.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21692774-115210106969838731?l=forensicroyalty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forensicroyalty.blogspot.com/feeds/115210106969838731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21692774&amp;postID=115210106969838731' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21692774/posts/default/115210106969838731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21692774/posts/default/115210106969838731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forensicroyalty.blogspot.com/2006/07/died-in-your-arms-tonight.html' title=''/><author><name>dinisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16026858584111470148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21692774.post-115182256217758473</id><published>2006-07-02T14:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-02T14:42:42.190+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>first things first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ENGLAND VS &lt;strong&gt;PORTUGAL&lt;/strong&gt; (3-1 shoot out)&lt;br /&gt;Fuck Lampard. The guys got some huge problem ignited in his very soul.&lt;br /&gt;&amp; for the back takers. Gawd. Carragher! WTF IS WRONG WITH YOU! 2ce in the wrong direction. AHHH. Should have put Ferdinand! Corn Rows bring good luck.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; as usual, Crouch pissed my goddamned guts off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gerrad &amp; J.Cole did well, nomatter what. Credits guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rooney totally blew it although i must may drama on the field's always a plus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wasn't planning on supporting England on this match but what's a good brit accent compared to european gah- huh? cant understand you. But then Englad proved themselves. Well, for a while. But by then i was already all geared up in supporting them. Oh Well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poor Becks ): Honey, the damn WC's not worth your tears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; like as if THAT wasn't much of a catastrophe;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BRASIL VS &lt;strong&gt;FRANCE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grrr. Went over to Andrea's house cause she was alive &amp; kicking. So i kinda sneaked out. Folks still have no fucking clue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brasil put on an amazing show but France was just Over The Top. Mad Skills ya'll. I mean seriously. Henry's free kick goal was stupendous. Love you baby. Hahahah. But wtf man. Ronaldino! Where were you when your team needed you the most? Ahh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kaka cried man ): Fuck. Becks, Ferdinand, etc etc. Gawd. I mean you never really imagine how they must be feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nonetheless, Soccer still means the world to me. If i had a chance to play i would. Probably join the girls soccer team in JC. Hopefully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO we're freaking left with EUROPEAN countries fighting for the Cup. Might as well be the Euro 2006. Gah. Guess luck didn't exactly trinkle down England. Really feel sorry for them but aye! Soccers about PASSION, SKILL &amp; theres nothing more important than that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well Well. Wagged school on Friday due to some unforseen circumstances. Leaving me with an amazingly LONG weekend. With a truckload amount of homework.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My life is officially shit. Yeah and Lord Cynic's got something to do with it. GRRR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; about the whole last entry. I guess what i did was for the best &amp;amp; no matter what, its my O Levels we're talking about here! &amp; thats all that matters. My Os, Soccer, Family &amp;amp; just having good clean fun. Yup thats me for you guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a BLAST yesterday. I am officially a Game-Of-LifeR. &amp; no matter how fucked the game is, it gets you thinking &amp;amp; its a whole load of fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine this. I got married. Got twins. Got a girl. Then a boy. Then i STILL had time to go adopt twins! &amp; on top of that, I was in so much DEBT, its not even funny man. HAHAHAH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but it was a good laugh.&lt;br /&gt;So 1st of July marks Game-Of-Life Day. With my partners (: Howdy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&amp;amp; i dont know what he's after&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;but he's so beautiful&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;a beautiful disaster&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21692774-115182256217758473?l=forensicroyalty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forensicroyalty.blogspot.com/feeds/115182256217758473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21692774&amp;postID=115182256217758473' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21692774/posts/default/115182256217758473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21692774/posts/default/115182256217758473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forensicroyalty.blogspot.com/2006/07/first-things-first.html' title=''/><author><name>dinisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16026858584111470148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21692774.post-115159384025405332</id><published>2006-06-29T23:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-29T23:35:41.953+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Suddenly, i feel the world turning against me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm shit scared. I shouldn't have done what I did today. It was a dicission out of sheer pressure. Man, I suck. I have no fucking mind of my own &amp; no matter what happens, i'll never be able to forgive myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe in karma and just the thought of it makes me wince. I'm just too caught up. I'm not going to do this anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm almost there into the stage where I know who my true friends are. At least, that's what i feel. I'm a wreck &amp;amp; if i don't buckle up, sooner or later i'd explode into a gazzilion pieces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess Sorry isn't a strong enough word anymore. Its Overrated and it don't mean what it used to mean. Im not making any sense here so fuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just frustrated and i need a help-line. I need to realise my dreams, my goals and how i'm going to go about achieving them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so messed up right now, it's not even funny. Think i'll stick to where i belong. Doing something else just makes things harder &amp; the feeling sucks. I hope i get over it sooner or later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just hope that whatever happened today could self-destruct.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope my entire universe would self-destruct.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The battle's begun.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The world's turned against me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&amp;amp; the only way is to decay.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No pun intended.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21692774-115159384025405332?l=forensicroyalty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forensicroyalty.blogspot.com/feeds/115159384025405332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21692774&amp;postID=115159384025405332' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21692774/posts/default/115159384025405332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21692774/posts/default/115159384025405332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forensicroyalty.blogspot.com/2006/06/suddenly-i-feel-world-turning-against.html' title=''/><author><name>dinisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16026858584111470148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21692774.post-115149779924747717</id><published>2006-06-28T19:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-29T22:56:38.233+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>God. I absolutely love Tuesday Night Telly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its got a new series of Criminal Minds at 11pm. &amp; then theres the brand new kickass season of CSI and it's gonna be off the hook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; the new series of Life As We Know It. Could compare it to One Tree Hill. It's really good stuff for the soul. And on Sunday there's Commander In Chief which i personally feel is an awesome show especially if you're into the whole fetish of feminism.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; for Sports. There's the glorious World Cup and Wimbledon Lawn Tennis! Caught Aggasi play yesterday and of course, he won! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So spain lost ): to France. But nonetheless, France made a fabulous callback which was extremely impressive. Didn't catch the match live but i managed to catch the highlights on TV Mobile on my way to school in the morn. Henry scored! Love you baby. &amp;amp; so did Zidane. And the other one i dunno. but anyway, Yay! Some Villa guy scored for Spain. Hmmm. Somehow, Spain always manages to play extremely well for the quats and then when it comes to semi, they suck big-time. Oh well. Sorry Raul, Reyes and Torres. You guys still rock, i guess. Perhaps in your own teams :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brasil won, as i expected. Ahhh, i just cannot wait for the matches ahead. I'm estatic about the long weekend coming up. Its WC all the way baby &amp; a bit of studying as well. As proposed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm gonna catch Germany vs Argentina match with my backseat brudders. HAHAH. with my 3 constant buddies. Probably at KW's house. Yay! I'm just praying mum would be at-the-top-of-mount-everest-spirited on friday. Then Jun wants to go watch the England vs Portugal match as well so we'll probably watch that as well &amp;amp; Brasil &amp; France! All my favourite players playing against each other. This is gonna be one helluva WC season. It's gonna get dirrty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School was gazongkas today. Mr K's getting on my nerves and apparently, everybody elses. I'm pretty satisfied with what Jihan &amp;amp; myself have come up with. muaAHAH. Boo Ya K. Some 'teacher'. Cause i thought all along a Teacher's job was to TEACH. Guess it doesn't apply to some people. I'm grievly upset about this. This is my English Grade we're talking about here. &amp;amp; his Crocodile Tears yesterday couldn't fool me. Grrr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cant find my Math 2 book so I'm completely annoyed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a mess, i need to sort my life out and lay it right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leaving you guys with a quote by Miss J. Bok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"When life gives you lemons, you give life the finger."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21692774-115149779924747717?l=forensicroyalty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forensicroyalty.blogspot.com/feeds/115149779924747717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21692774&amp;postID=115149779924747717' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21692774/posts/default/115149779924747717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21692774/posts/default/115149779924747717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forensicroyalty.blogspot.com/2006/06/god.html' title=''/><author><name>dinisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16026858584111470148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21692774.post-115141935943839226</id><published>2006-06-27T21:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-27T22:46:31.103+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm so happy i could die laughing. Partly bcause Italy won last night's match although I think the Socceroos should have won and i didn't really think the penalty was a penalty. So yeah &amp; also Brasil's playing against Ghana tonight!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boo Ya Underdogs. Brasil SO has this. I'm just hoping for a goal from Kaka. He hasn't really performed as well as he's capable of so i'm really hoping he puts one in. Then will be the glory of miss dinisha thadani. Ahhh, yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mum's getting on my !#$%)*&amp;amp;%^$#! nerves. Just wish she'd mellow down. Everything with the grace of God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&amp; i wonder if i was&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;built this way&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First Day of school was rough. I couldn't keep my eyes awake. Gosh. Chemistry was just totally eejit. I think I breathed in an exorbitant amount of gases, I almost suffocated. Gawd, &amp;amp; I'm still extremely positive in majoring in a chemistry-based field. Grrr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently, Gradnite presentation today was a major cock-up &amp; school was utmost boring. But then again, what's new?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met my primary school teacher, Mrs Tresscort [Trosscot?] on the bus while I 31-ed home. She's really nice cause shes retired! hahah but yea, she only reliefed my class a couple of times but she still remembers my name and stuff. Wow. I've really left a mark in that beloved school of mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; funny, cause we talked about the eerie-ness of bad-english while there were evidently book-cover manjaan people all around us. Hee hee. Its good they're aware of it anyway. Not that I do speak perfect english but I know what to speak when. &amp; that's very important.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Piano teacher's gone for an Eye Op. Hmmm. &amp;amp; honestly, i havent really been paing attention to my exam pieces. I keep deviating to other crap i picked up. In my books, this is not good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just glad I got friends like Nad, Jihan &amp; AnnHin who really rock the house down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talked to Jihan after school today during our monthly ungirt &amp;amp; if feels great having stuff in common and just speaking your mind. Jihan! sorry about your Birthday Present ): I'm a no. 1 Procrastinator.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See, i have this little motto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Procrastinators of the World Unite!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tomorrow.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heh. Soon soon. Really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have other stuff to bore you guys with, but i forgot. Major cramp-up headache. &lt;em&gt;Not&lt;/em&gt; bacause of Soccer..Especially Nad &amp; Jihan who are constantly blaming it on menot having enough sleep. I just think its my biological time-table which is fucked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neways, Jihan, you rock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nad, I love you so damn much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AnnHin dosent read my blog so she shan't get any special shout out. Ne ne ni boo boo. K whatev.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today AnnHin and me played the Perfect English Game. It goes like this. We had to survive a day without singlish &amp;amp; if you did say &lt;em&gt;lah, meh, etc.&lt;/em&gt; you'd get whacked. And I got whacked more times than her! Well, partly cause she kept her mouth shut most of the time, but yeah. Bottom line is that I talk too much &amp; I'm just hopeless. Not something to be proud of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So much for "Perfect English". Grrrr. Guess it's in our bones and it may not be curable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Fuck.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21692774-115141935943839226?l=forensicroyalty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forensicroyalty.blogspot.com/feeds/115141935943839226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21692774&amp;postID=115141935943839226' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21692774/posts/default/115141935943839226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21692774/posts/default/115141935943839226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forensicroyalty.blogspot.com/2006/06/im-so-happy-i-could-die-laughing.html' title=''/><author><name>dinisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16026858584111470148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21692774.post-115124656331543408</id><published>2006-06-25T21:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-25T22:42:43.410+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Seemed that everyone in the world got up before I did. I was flourished to the very fo shizzle ka gizzle. Whatever that means.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I obviously didn't get any work done which means I'm going to have to see the next two weeks slogging my butt off &amp; then after I should be giving up the little luxuries in life. Dreadfully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just hope for support &amp; love from my family and friends. I really need this. I really really really really really really really really really really really really want this for the goodness of everyone as well as myself. I'm not willing to let anyone down &amp;amp; i'm certainly not going to let anyone make me look inferior as soon as i get my results. I just want to do my best and just be me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just wish i could share this &lt;em&gt;me.&lt;/em&gt; I don't want to lose out. It sucks especially when people laugh at your ambition &amp; it sucks. Really thought about everything last night after Mesa's family left for Bandung/Australia. Wherever. I guess, nothing comes easy. I've lost a whole part of me and i'm determined to get it back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just need someone by my side. The little whisper of encouragement, that assurance, the comfort. That's all i need right now. I'm not intending to worry my life away but this is just the way it goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Omg. I'm beginning to yawn at my sentences. This is not good. Anyways, today was drolk. I just made that word up so its up to you to decide how it went.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was home till i decided to make a trip down to Gramps to pass my cousin his money which i've owed him for over two months &amp; i guess i'd better clear all debts. I'm no freeloader and I'll live up to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stayed there for a couple of hours then headed home. And if theres one thing i've learnt today, its that miscommunication IS a BIG FAT joke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caught High School Musical just now. I liked it. Thought the Gabriella Mortez girl was really pretty &amp; Troy Bolton's hot. His smile could make any girl melt down like little ice cubes in Tahiti.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SCHOOL tomorrow. Cant say i'm really anticipating it but i think i need a good start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gotta say goodbye to:&lt;br /&gt;PROCRASTINATION&lt;br /&gt;LAZINESS&lt;br /&gt;THE URGE TO OVEREAT&lt;br /&gt;MY ULTIMATE PASSION FOR DANCE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll go back to dancing as soon as my Os are over. Hell Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If theres one language i speak, its DANCE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta get my head in the game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm all over the place, if you've not spotted.&lt;br /&gt;I just hope i'm playing my cards right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; all will go well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;cross my heart.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21692774-115124656331543408?l=forensicroyalty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forensicroyalty.blogspot.com/feeds/115124656331543408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21692774&amp;postID=115124656331543408' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21692774/posts/default/115124656331543408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21692774/posts/default/115124656331543408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forensicroyalty.blogspot.com/2006/06/seemed-that-everyone-in-world-got-up.html' title=''/><author><name>dinisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16026858584111470148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21692774.post-115113605777364854</id><published>2006-06-24T15:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-24T16:08:49.580+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Dear Heart, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You are so fucked up.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You are doomed to be in agony.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Just give up already.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm tired of the struggle.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All i should probably be thinking about is my fetish to love studying and nothing else cause I think i'd be better off. Seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think at any moment, sooner the better, i'll drive into a frenzy and the trepidation is going to be one helluva ride.But then again, who ever said life were a bed of blossoming, red roses? I'm not exactly anticipating the whole pucker up and that's why i'm totally freaking out. i'd never meant for it to be this way. &lt;em&gt;No kidding.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to school today for less than two hours. Gopal got a little convulsed. okay, that's an understatement. He was furious. Blood-pressure almost reaching a whooping 230 mm Hg. Again, &lt;em&gt;no kidding. &lt;/em&gt;But me being a very patient and extremely submissive damsel, talked my way out of it. Sometimes, my ability scares the crap out of me. Hah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School resumes in about [lets just say my math's right] 43 hours, considering the fact that it's 3 in the pm right now &amp; I've just discovered an incubus of undone homework. &amp;amp; I'm still decisive on whether I should curl myself up in bed reading my delicious book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Burn that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'm feeling a turmoil developing in my head. I'll be just right to explode like a angsana. I think i might have passed it on to my brother, but he's way worse. He sounds like a grumpy toad whenever he says anything. Yulghk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No clue, as yet, of who's playing against who today. Ooh. and France is in! Henry, do your thang.&lt;br /&gt;&amp; yesterday's match between Spain &amp;amp; Saudi. 1-0 to Espana. Reyes baby put on a good one. Love you babes. I'm really impressed with Ghana's performance so far. Those underdogs either have a truckload amount of potential or they're just plain lucky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; i thought Ronaldino was Spanish. He does play for Barca but then again players get mixed up all the time, except for WC of course. Hmmm. This is one of the most enjoyed WCs of all time because of the unpredictability, the arrival of Hot Stuffs. Heh. So yeah. I'm pretty satisfied and I think Brasil will rise up to the occasion once again. If not, i'm hoping Spain gets through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Country of Comfort. I'd dream of living in Barcelona one day. It's Beayoutifool. Seriously man. Besides the fact that your hair starts smelling of cig smoke the moment you step into the country, it's the best place to be in. With the lavishness of Mango &amp;amp; Zara outlets occupying the streets &amp; the beyond breathtaking churches &amp;amp; buildings, it would leave you gazing in marvelment. &amp;amp; the romance goes without saying. Simply brilliant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, that led me back t a little bit of reminiscing. Oh well. Miss those Spain-trip 2005 days. Brings back really gratifying memories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Just once more, i want to be the angel on your sill.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, i'm famished. i need happy food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you break my heart, i'll gurge your eyes out till you whither and die.&lt;br /&gt;Mark.&lt;br /&gt;My.&lt;br /&gt;Words.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21692774-115113605777364854?l=forensicroyalty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forensicroyalty.blogspot.com/feeds/115113605777364854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21692774&amp;postID=115113605777364854' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21692774/posts/default/115113605777364854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21692774/posts/default/115113605777364854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forensicroyalty.blogspot.com/2006/06/dear-heart-you-are-so-fucked-up.html' title=''/><author><name>dinisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16026858584111470148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21692774.post-115106075367313341</id><published>2006-06-23T18:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-23T19:05:53.726+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Now, what did I tell you. Croatia and my wonderful Socceroos drawed! which means that they still advance so yay!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Yes, I wasn't accurate about the Jap &amp; Brasil match but hey, Brasil did so damn well. Exceeded all of my expectations. Oh! and ma man, Pele was there. Probably flushed when Japan scored the first goal. Darn Japs. But then Ronaldo Fatty put a brilliant goal in just before half time. +99 points to him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&amp; then the goals kept coming in one after another. It broke my heart to see Kaka &amp;amp; Ronaldino get substituted. But not more than Nad's &lt;strong&gt;im sure.&lt;/strong&gt; heheh. I was really hoping for Kaka to put one in, but oh well. He did have quite a number of shots. So yes, i am very pleased with Brasil's performance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;So much so that I actually felt a whole lot better and my fever deteririorated to a 38 (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Was supposed to go to Bintan with Dad today t check out Dad's new F.O.S. But Dad was afraid I wouldn't be well enough which was rather true cause at around 12 plus, i puked all of my dinner out. Not something I will elaborate on. So yeah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Aaron called just as soon as i woke t tell me that class gathering was cancelled. Actually only a few people could make it, being AnnHin, KangWei, Aaron, Jon &amp; Jun. And J&amp;amp;J find great joy in making my life a living hell, so i guess it was best it got cancelled. But i couldn't stay home, Mum was just summoning up my already excruciating headache so I met up with Aaron to watch &lt;em&gt;Just My Luck. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Wasn't worth my 8 bucks. But my-oh-my Chris Pine aka Jake(stage name) who also acted as Sir Nicolas in Princess Diaries 2 is ohmyfreakingGoddamned fine! He's hot. My ideal Prince Charming. Oh well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;36-ed home with Chamillionaire's &lt;em&gt;Ridin' Dirty&lt;/em&gt; on replay. Man, that song's highly addictive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Firgured I'm going to need so much sleep today &amp; thank God i'm only interested in the match between Spain &amp;amp; Saudi Arabia which is at 10! Yes. I am going to ogle all over my lovely Torres. Heh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;i love the way my name sounds when it comes tumbling out of your mouth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;School starts in 2 days. It's time to &lt;em&gt;chiong.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;in search of a new objective.&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/21692774-115106075367313341?l=forensicroyalty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forensicroyalty.blogspot.com/feeds/115106075367313341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21692774&amp;postID=115106075367313341' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21692774/posts/default/115106075367313341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21692774/posts/default/115106075367313341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forensicroyalty.blogspot.com/2006/06/now-what-did-i-tell-you.html' title=''/><author><name>dinisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16026858584111470148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21692774.post-115100009987291149</id><published>2006-06-23T01:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-23T02:21:01.993+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Dear Saint Jude, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Patron Saint of desperate cases &amp; lost causes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Where the hell are you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Made it on time for school today. Well, at least wayy before &lt;em&gt;google-eyed monster&lt;/em&gt; came trotting in.&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;So +10 points (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;The rest of the day was pretty drowsy. 31-ed back home after a very painful journey to the bustop with Aaron and AnnHin. God, these guys are probably the cause of the whites on my head.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Came down with a whooping 41 degrees fever &amp;amp; the culprit being not getting adequent sleep, which I am fully aware of but the WC only comes once in four years. I couldn't miss it for the world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Went to Gramp's place t meet my cousin from Cairo &amp; he's GIANT. He's probably taller than the freaking eifel tower. ok, that was ludicrous, but he was just omfg tall. get my point. so yeah. &amp;amp; his youngest kid is effing adorable I could just ogle at her all day. gosh, she's such an Egyptian Sweetheart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Went to other Gramp's place cause Jay was in town. GRRR. i'm not into meeting people when I feel i've got a damn sun implanted in my very soul. but nonetheless, not like anyone cared anyway. cause "serves me right" is all i got.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;you gave me that&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;top of the ferris wheel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;under the Black Sea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;freedom with license to kill&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;can kiss the moon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;but I'd rather kiss you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;antigravity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;infinite&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;newlife&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;safetybar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;freshly painted canvas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;feeling.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Boy, it feels good to blog again, although i think i wouldn't be very consistant especially as it gets closer to &lt;strong&gt;The O Levels.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I can't wait.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Czech vs Italy match. 2-0. Now, i'm glad. No, actually top of the world, effing mad, glad. I knew Italy would shine through. These italians are really good at making a breakthrough. So good for you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Ghana vs US. Was an extremely HAHAHAH match. Dont know much cause I was mostly watching the Italy match. But yeah. GO UNDERDOGS! Ghana has eminently shown their worth. Boo Ya freaking Americans.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;About an hour till Brazil vs Japan &amp; Australia vs Croatia match. It's killing me cause I feel like shit right now, but I'm going to catch it &amp;amp; nothing, just NOTHING can bring me down. I predicting a win of 2-0 to Brazil and probably a draw for the Aussie vs Croatia match. Firstly, i detest Croatia and I doubt Aussie will shine through. Well, we'll see about that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Dear Self, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;You really aren't that bright.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Everytime you have a chance to talk to him, you scurry off like a scared rabbit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Jeeze, girl. Get your shit together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Love, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Dinisha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Seriously man.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I'm still hiding behind the music with a token of you around my wrist&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&amp;amp; hidden tears behind artificially brown eyes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Man, i suck ):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21692774-115100009987291149?l=forensicroyalty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forensicroyalty.blogspot.com/feeds/115100009987291149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21692774&amp;postID=115100009987291149' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21692774/posts/default/115100009987291149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21692774/posts/default/115100009987291149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forensicroyalty.blogspot.com/2006/06/dear-saint-jude-patron-saint-of.html' title=''/><author><name>dinisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16026858584111470148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21692774.post-115085978598710139</id><published>2006-06-21T10:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-21T11:16:28.860+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;i thought England played so darn well during the first-half! but nbcb,&lt;strong&gt; 2-2!!!!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;effing disgusting. i seriously thought England could kick some swede butt. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;as much as i would think J. Cole is GAY, he played really well making so many shots and also placing one beautiful goal in. So props to him (: and man was i pissed when they put Crouch in. Like $%#@(&lt;a href="mailto:*&amp;^%!@&amp;amp;^%"&gt;*&amp;^%!@&amp;amp;^%&lt;/a&gt;!!! I just cannot stand Crouch. There should be a height or weight limit for soccer players to avoid clanky &amp; clumsy players like him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;And Rooney looked so fed up when he was taken off the field cause the docs only said he could play 45-60 mins max. Boy, was i glad to see Gerrard. which wasn't a bad choice of substitute at all, considering the fact that i was hoping for Theo to come on, but yeah, he scored an incredible header &amp; also that save. He really was at the right place at the right time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I was kinda hoping for Sweden to win at first, then i changed my mind cause of their pathetic playing in the first half. Sorry Ljunberg [you know i'll always love you] but wowiee, think they must have gotten some ass-whooping during half-time and they put in 2 goals.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;And whats up with the goalies. Robinson! gawd. what a fool, the ball was coming at him at a probable 4 m/s. Freaking potek.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Right now, i'm drained. Kudos to Psycho Mum, i only had 5 hours of sleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Yesterday was pretty fun. Went out with Jihan for a study-date. had a gazongkas amount of fun. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Jihan, you're the best (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;and then on the way to &lt;em&gt;Gelare,&lt;/em&gt; there was this &lt;em&gt;ang moh&lt;/em&gt; guy who was TOTALLY CHECKING JIHAN OUT. AHAHAHAHAH. unfortunately, she wasn't a least bothered by it &amp; well, he smokes. BOO YA! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Portugal vs Mexico later t'day. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I expect a whole lot more from you, Figo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;LOVES.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21692774-115085978598710139?l=forensicroyalty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forensicroyalty.blogspot.com/feeds/115085978598710139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21692774&amp;postID=115085978598710139' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21692774/posts/default/115085978598710139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21692774/posts/default/115085978598710139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forensicroyalty.blogspot.com/2006/06/i-thought-england-played-so-darn-well.html' title=''/><author><name>dinisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16026858584111470148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21692774.post-115083688151749667</id><published>2006-06-21T04:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-21T04:54:41.570+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Hey! I'm back from my month-long hiatus, unfortunately with no new template, so for that i apologize. figured, i can't do html to save my life, so yeah, i'll just have to wait for someone to make one for me. *hint hint*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;The holidays have been jam-packed with txtbook lovin', tonnes of book-borrowing, teeny bit of going out, and oh my gazongkaz, SOCCER baby! The holidays wouldn't be worth while without soccer. its taken sacrificing my sleep to a whole new level. haven't been sleeping much, which i am totally okay with but apparently its weakened my immune system. okay, whatev.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;my posts are going to be single-dayed so read up alright! if you miss it then i guess..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;too bad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;theres tonnes of things i want to blog about but i'm drained to the very kazongkle of the earth. Blog tomorrow. Word.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;off to watch England vs Sweden. Becks, show me some love ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;i envy the willpower of anorexic people.&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/21692774-115083688151749667?l=forensicroyalty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forensicroyalty.blogspot.com/feeds/115083688151749667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21692774&amp;postID=115083688151749667' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21692774/posts/default/115083688151749667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21692774/posts/default/115083688151749667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forensicroyalty.blogspot.com/2006/06/hey-im-back-from-my-month-long-hiatus.html' title=''/><author><name>dinisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16026858584111470148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21692774.post-114899498846812061</id><published>2006-05-30T19:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-02T22:35:04.283+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;a month full of surprises&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;don't rain on me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;June's flared. I know i mentioned that it dosen't really feel like June cause of the annoying extra lessons but despite it all, I think I'm going to have quite a fair bit of fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Beginning with my pampering I wrote about in the previous entry. So yeah, it's set. Thursday, 12 pm Manicure&amp;Padicure. Along with a hair cut (if I'm up to it) with Shanti. Finally, some quality time. High Lunch after that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Then plans after that coming up. Like swimming-dates, dinners, siglap starbucks-ing and not forgetting studying of course. no play without study right? so yeah, booked some people already. Sam&amp;amp;AnnHin, Kishen&amp;amp;Dinesh, Karan(my friendly sajc neighbour) and NAD! heeh. My sajc motivation (: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;so book me now, i'm high in demand.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Caught &lt;em&gt;fanaa&lt;/em&gt; last night. Not bad. Loved the POETRY! omfg. i want the Script of the movie SO BAD. I'm so gonna get the dvd.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;School today. Eight to Four-Thirty. Became Nine to Five. That's like a whole day at an office job. Gosh. After that, I was practically drained. So goddamned tired.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;10-ed back home and caught abit of Oprah on Brooke's story. Wow. it just amazed me about her feelings toward her baby. the baby she wanted so much she went throguh IVF. and in the end, she felt the baby was tearing her life apart. even thoughts of killing herself and stuff. i mean who thought this kinda stuff would happen to a well-established, debonair movie star?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;astonishing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;did some elearn homework to sorta get my momentum going. Kishen'sbeen studying shit! i mean he studied the night of MT Os! i mean, there i was anticipating woohoooness. Gosh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;so yeah, Cannot backslide.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;School tomorrow. Social Studies followed by Geog, Lunch then English till 3.30&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;HMM. busy busy day tomorrow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Gonna play pool soon. Hope my luck's still intact (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Sweet child of mine,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;stop crying your heart out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;you know you're not worth the pain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Die! Fairytales Die!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;May you have a blessed time in hell.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21692774-114899498846812061?l=forensicroyalty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forensicroyalty.blogspot.com/feeds/114899498846812061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21692774&amp;postID=114899498846812061' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21692774/posts/default/114899498846812061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21692774/posts/default/114899498846812061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forensicroyalty.blogspot.com/2006/05/month-full-of-surprises-dont-rain-on.html' title=''/><author><name>dinisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16026858584111470148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21692774.post-114889991405632501</id><published>2006-05-29T18:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-29T19:07:23.716+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3520/2197/1600/Truckloads.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3520/2197/200/Truckloads.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Click on it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Here's to you guys. Especially Bhavna, Vishal, Nad (OMG i miss you), Shanti!!, Yenny, Joel, Kishen and the list goes on. Too estatic now that it's over. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;The paper was BitterSweet really. I know i prayed to the Lord Almighty and I tried my best. Now that it's done and over with, all I should think about is acing my other papers.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Was the first gist of the O levels. Kinda freaky with like the whole bar code thing and the packing away in Huge Red Plastic Envelopes. So i'm there thinking, 'So this is how the shit works'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Sophistication Overload.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Junes so goddamned packed with school. holiday, YEAH RIGHT. but i'll need to catch up on retail therapy and probably go for a massage and facial cause my backs killing me! and my complexion is declining. also, i need a haircut and a manicure. AHH. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;with great power comes great pampering ((:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;AHAHAH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;wells, probably going for a movie with shanti later. see what mum says since its a pretty late show and it ends after midnight with the fact that i have school tmr from 8 to 4? Ugh. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;But i could catch up on my sleep next week. this weeks just PACKED.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;not really in the mood to blog now, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;will though, soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;and change my blogskin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;if possible.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;(yes nad, finally)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;tak bisahkah kau menungguku&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;tak bisakah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;PeterPan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Heh. I think PeterPan's like the best indonesian band ever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I've probably lost my mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;but its up to you to decide.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21692774-114889991405632501?l=forensicroyalty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forensicroyalty.blogspot.com/feeds/114889991405632501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21692774&amp;postID=114889991405632501' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21692774/posts/default/114889991405632501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21692774/posts/default/114889991405632501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forensicroyalty.blogspot.com/2006/05/click-on-it-heres-to-you-guys.html' title=''/><author><name>dinisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16026858584111470148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21692774.post-114856918649188754</id><published>2006-05-25T22:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-25T22:59:46.603+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Peace is a lie, there is only passion&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Through passion, I gain strength&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Through strength, I gain power&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Through power, I gain victory&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Though victory, my chains are broken&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;The force shall set me free&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Today officially marks the best malay lesson ever in the history of all my years in St. Hilda's Sec. Its a pity that it was the second last (or maybe not) till the Os.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I just want to individually thank everyone of my malay aquaintences. So yes, thank you Sharifah, Fatimah, Rafidah, Suhailah, Elfirah, Qarihah, Hajar, Hidayah, Mary, Yaqin, Khalid and Salihin. Thanks for making my malay learning experience worth while.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;cause i couldn't have done it without you guys&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Malay Os this monday. All the way yeah? heh. Loves.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Although i must add that Hidayah was being a pain in the ass. Heh, you know it Hidayah. And she isn't a very good 'secret' keeper. Hahah. How Dare She? Hahahah. but nonetheless, its been fun sitting next to her. Howdy Partner (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Oh and remember i said i screwed up &lt;em&gt;peribahasa &lt;/em&gt;and etc etc, well turns out i aced all of them. whoa! i'm extremely proud of myself. however i have to keep my momentum going, this calls for no such celebration.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Nothing much happened on Wednesday just that we went to the Jamiyah home which was a good experience really. it is then that we learn how to appreciate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;well well. God Bless you all, each and every one of you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I've got a date with my books now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;juicy.&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/21692774-114856918649188754?l=forensicroyalty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forensicroyalty.blogspot.com/feeds/114856918649188754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21692774&amp;postID=114856918649188754' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21692774/posts/default/114856918649188754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21692774/posts/default/114856918649188754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forensicroyalty.blogspot.com/2006/05/peace-is-lie-there-is-only-passion.html' title=''/><author><name>dinisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16026858584111470148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21692774.post-114839504162821244</id><published>2006-05-23T21:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-23T22:48:11.920+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Hey there. Haven't been having much time to blog. Had to concentrate on my malay. Got to get my B3. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;cause he once mentioned, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;anything's possible&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;if you put your heart &amp; soul to it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;So the weekend went alright. Caught Cayote Ugly for the very first time cause apparently, i've been jinxed not to watch it whenever it popps up on the telly. So I just had to watch it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;After that I did a fair amount of malay then headed down to tampines to meet KangWei &amp;amp; AnnHin to go get JunHao's gift. In which Annhin totally played us out cause she already bought something earlier from CityLink. HMM. So that left me and KangWei going bananas cause we all know, Jun isn't a very easy guy to please. Right MetroMan? Heh. wanted to get some cool superman thing, which i think he just grew fond of recently, but we were in Tampines Mall, how unglam. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;So AnnHin got him cool Quicksilver Slippers, 2 sizes bigger, in which she gave him the reciept but not to look at the price. Right. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;KangWei got him an England World Cup Tee from Converse and I got him a mini cooler bottle from Converse, which is quite cute actually and so that he could add on to his mini-bottle collection. Hah. K, i totally made that up. Oh and my &lt;em&gt;Rockin' Royal Productions&lt;/em&gt; card as well. What's a birthday without it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Malay Mock Test on Monday. I think i screwed up my &lt;em&gt;peribahasa&lt;/em&gt;, my &lt;em&gt;bina ayat&lt;/em&gt; and my &lt;em&gt;terangkan&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;perkataan/kata-kata&lt;/em&gt;. which pretty much leaves me with, well, not very much. just hope I'll be able to pull it off. hmm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;caught The Da Vinci Code with my folks and brother.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Incredibly FICTIONAL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;blasphemous to the very knnccb core.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;But i loved it. I thought Ron Howard directed a very good interpretation of the book really. More than i expected of it since interpretations of Harry Potter, The Secret Garden, etc etc, have not been exactly pleasing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Who is God?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Who is man?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;can we ever really answer these questions? Was Mary Magdelene really Jesus' Wife? Are we all worshipping something that does not exist? Is there a possibility that a descendantof Jesus still walks this earth? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Who knows? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;whatever it is, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;God is great (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;without a doubt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Skipped &lt;em&gt;my very last sports day&lt;/em&gt; but then again, we never had one in the first place so it would have been my first but what the heck, high jump is just not my kinda thing. Tell me to run, i'll run, tell me to jump, i'll neglect every possible opportunity. Okay, maybe not that bad, but I just wasn't in the mood. Had to go back to Kampung anyway. lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;My tutor was like, eh if you go JC ah, i'll write you a letter to the teacher-in-charge; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Dear So and So, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Please excuse my student of several years from taking normal malay and allow her to take ML B Syallbus because her malay sucks and sucks and sucks and sucks and sucks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Yours Sincerely,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Cikgu ****.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;HMM. wtf &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;My cikgu's gone nuts. but its a fact and i've got to pull up my socks, and fast. Oh and congrats to my cikgu who got a place as a malay Lit teacher at St Andrew's Secondary as well as a part-time teacher at SAJC. woohooo cikgu!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I really need this though. Really, really do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Anyways, Snow Patrol's new album is da BOMB! very cool lyrics i must say. think its the best theyve ever written (: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Put sufjan stevens on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;And we'll play your favourite song&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Chicago bursts to life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;And your sweet smile remembers you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Hands Open&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Snow Patrol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;i want one of those Logitech Orbit Cams.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;They're like DAMN COOL la&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;This was not your dream&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;But you still stood by me&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/21692774-114839504162821244?l=forensicroyalty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forensicroyalty.blogspot.com/feeds/114839504162821244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21692774&amp;postID=114839504162821244' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21692774/posts/default/114839504162821244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21692774/posts/default/114839504162821244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forensicroyalty.blogspot.com/2006/05/hey-there.html' title=''/><author><name>dinisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16026858584111470148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21692774.post-114814079622895321</id><published>2006-05-20T23:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-20T23:59:58.826+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;It didn't exactly occur to me but I'm going on a cruise having watched Poseidon. Marvelous. what the hell was I thinking?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;i mean the movie wasn't that scary or anything but hey, anything could happen right? gosh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;but the movie was really good. had its good moments, sad ones, fucking brilliant plots and the list goes on. it never was anything like titanic in which i totally expected it to be. just the whole ship sinking thing but otherwise it was vastly different and it kept me at the edge of my seat, UNliterally.heh. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;it was like a mix of Armegedon &amp; Titanic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Armanic Rojak.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;anyways, chris &amp; dylan (stage names) from Poseidon were hot! (: scrumptous, really.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;i'd give this one an eight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;we don't expect&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;we recieve&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;with arms wide open&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;bon voyage.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21692774-114814079622895321?l=forensicroyalty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forensicroyalty.blogspot.com/feeds/114814079622895321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21692774&amp;postID=114814079622895321' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21692774/posts/default/114814079622895321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21692774/posts/default/114814079622895321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forensicroyalty.blogspot.com/2006/05/it-didnt-exactly-occur-to-me-but-im.html' title=''/><author><name>dinisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16026858584111470148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21692774.post-114812539918612652</id><published>2006-05-20T19:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-20T19:43:20.756+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Piano was exceptionally fun today. I used to dread practical cause I didn't want to have to read the damn notes and cause, proudly to say, i always top the country for my Theory (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;But t'day was just really relaxing and very cheery. like Mdm Yeo told me about so many things that happened to her which i shant delve into for privacy purposes but there was one thing she said, "if you think you only have one life, get rich. get really REALLY rich. you might as well go for it." which is utterly logical.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I mean, yeah i do want to grow up earning big bucks and blah blah but why not attain the best? we can't turn back time. time is our only hurdle and overcoming it will do us good. so i pledge from this day onwards to work my butt off and do so damn well for my Os it would automatically tape everyone, who didn't think i could do it, shut. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Then i shall choose my preffered tertiary direction be it JC or Poly. Preffably JC since they don't have what i aspire to do in Singapore. So yeah, do that, reach for the best of my ability and get into a good course in NUS (that is if i deviate my current aspirations) or go overseas. Princeton is the dream varsity. From there, i will strive for whats right for me cause why waste time? time is of the essence.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I don't want to look down on myself, feel dumb or anything of that sort because I know for a fact that i am highly capable of doing anything if i put my heart and soul into it. I've learnt that having a passion for something gets your far. For me, it proved in my Chemistry. I'm not exactly eccentric about my Chem marks but according to Bakar, with this attitude towards Chem, i'll be able to get &lt;em&gt;the &lt;/em&gt;grade. the one everyone wants. as for me, &lt;em&gt;needs.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Anyways, tday's been a rough day starting with art which i totally detested cause i just wasnt in the mood, then i met Sam at the library. chatted till three then went off for piano.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;another malay composition awaits me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;but today's been to much of a hassle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;i fail to cease such a beautiful day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;but how to? when it crapped all over me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;its hilarious sometimes, even delirious.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;and it never gets any better than this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;so I'm going for Poseidon with the folks (: don't a vast amount of fam building since Dads not gonna be in town for a couple of weeks. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Day Cruise tomorrow! really looking forward to it. it feels so damn good with just the 5 of us. i'm just glad to be in the moment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;so unless my brother's laptop refuses to work on board the ship tomorrow, i'll try my very best to post an entry to tell you guys how my day went. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;if not, just keep reminding yourself that I'm on a Very Large Ship having the Absolute time of my life while you guys are cooped up in your tiny little homes mugging for the mother tounge Os. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;all the best for the mt o's preps people!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;get it right the first time, and you'll never have t do it again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Ever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21692774-114812539918612652?l=forensicroyalty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forensicroyalty.blogspot.com/feeds/114812539918612652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21692774&amp;postID=114812539918612652' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21692774/posts/default/114812539918612652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21692774/posts/default/114812539918612652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forensicroyalty.blogspot.com/2006/05/piano-was-exceptionally-fun-today.html' title=''/><author><name>dinisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16026858584111470148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21692774.post-114805960954802710</id><published>2006-05-20T00:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-20T01:26:49.623+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;hey all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;mid-years didn't go so well. but i did expect such loser-assed marks. science was a shocker. i really thought i could pull it off with my ultra good chem marks but noooo. i missed by 2 marks? 3 marks? HMM. felt kinda dumb the whole day at school today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;i mean it kinda sucks when you get the paper and you just wanna stab yourself right in the heart but you can't cause you just have to put that geeky smile on your face. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;but then again, it's just mid years. i dont even think i'd wanna count the points for this one. i'll wait till prelims and i know i said before that i'd prove myself for mid years, well, i take my stupid words back. i have to admit, i didn't study. maybe i did but not to where i was supposed to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;heats after school.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;our class got disqualified immediately&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;cause one of my classmates got the timing wrong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;so yet another let-down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;i deprecate days like &lt;em&gt;these.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;so feeling like shit today, i did what i thought was right. yes, sleep. for like a good 4 hours? until my Dad knocks on my door telling me to get ready for formal dinner. since we were pretty late, Mum agreed on going to Parkway for Fine Dining. and since my mum has a cladestine love for thai food, we dined at Parkway Thai, which has the best prawns ever. For desert we gluttened at Andersen's. Had the choc fondue;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3520/2197/200/IMG_0278.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;good aye?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;heh. took loads of pics but uploading them takes ages and its 1 in the morning and i have to be up by 8. well well well. long day ahead. school, tuition, piano.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;this is the part where i start to bite my nails                           &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;and clean my room when all else fails&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;god bless you all&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/21692774-114805960954802710?l=forensicroyalty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forensicroyalty.blogspot.com/feeds/114805960954802710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21692774&amp;postID=114805960954802710' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21692774/posts/default/114805960954802710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21692774/posts/default/114805960954802710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forensicroyalty.blogspot.com/2006/05/hey-all-mid-years-didnt-go-so-well.html' title=''/><author><name>dinisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16026858584111470148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21692774.post-114796420960698555</id><published>2006-05-18T21:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-18T22:56:49.713+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;It has evidently not been a very good day for the fellow Arsenal fans ):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;i mean, i knew for a fact that Barca was flat down stronger team but somehow, i just had confidence in Arsenal and the thing was they were leading in the first quater. ugh then Barca just HAD to steal every bit of Arsenal's pride. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;but the amount of pressure but on poor, poor Arsenal was so top of the notch, its not even funny!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;well i think the freekick from Henry and the header by Campbell was phenomenal. yay Englishman! hahah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;goal by Eto'o, you just knew they were in for another one. knn, 2-1. i'll blame it all on the damn rain.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;rain rain, go away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;never come back another effing day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;was a good match though. worth my dismissal of sleep, so yeah. GREAT final, i must say. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;heh, now i just cannot wait for World Cup. I'm becoming more and more soc savvy day by day and i like it (: heh, there is more to soccer than all you bozos think.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;so yeah, about today. spent the entire day at Sue's. Had bundles and bundles of fun. Got SOME malay done, which i shall be proud of myself for. then the rest of the day was in her room, going to Mobil which is apparently not very easy to get to considering the amount of obstacles we had to overcome. hah. Nic and Sue will know what i'm talking about. Yeah. then we check out houses along sennet lane. omg, there was this house, which looked like a castly sanctuary. No.3 Sennet Lane! i absolutely Love whoever owns it. seriously man, real nice house.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;then we baked cookies (: almond shortbread cookies. yummmmm. they were sut out in flowers, hearts and stars. not forgetting the love dedicated cookie tray.heh and guess what? i got to be jamie oliver for the whole time and employed 2 slaves, nic and sue who were overly paid with 10 cents and hour. Now, thats an offer hard to reject, don't you think? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;fooled around, ate dinner then played BLINK, which is a reasonably Fun game to play, while watching AMI. BooYa Elliot. Hah! Go back to Loserinia. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;That's for kicking my darling Chris out of ami. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;got home to an indeed very Loving Mom. I missed her. Now that she's back to her loving self, i'm once again proud to be The Dinisha Thadani. the one she brought up from crayons to perfume.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;it's her birthday tomorrow. we're treating her out to dinner since Dad may not be back from Hong Kong. But if he is, then I guess the very beautiful blue note could be slipped back into my pocket. wouldn't we like that (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;a day of no school rocked. there should be more days like these. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;oh yeah, and Ronin came to school yesterday to perform. Althought it was pretty dumb cause imagine this; a headbanging mini rock concert in the school hall while we were all sitting down, some even dozed off. amazing at how they could do it with such loud music. fascinating.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;but yeah, i thought it was pretty cool for the teachers to actually welcome such performances. so i guess i'd like to declare that the teachers in school aren't that dominating with no lives and that they are quite cool really.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;4 hours of malay y'day. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;i could have frigging died on the very spot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Zaiton's just so goddamned monotone. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;so thats my thursday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Off to do malay now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Kish, if you're reading, Call Me one of these days yea? Cheers Dude.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Take Care my Pretties.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;whats that you say?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;has this world gone nuts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;i'm unable to comprehend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;save me. help me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;i need a goddamned life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;its not that i'm still in love with you, i just cant forget you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21692774-114796420960698555?l=forensicroyalty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forensicroyalty.blogspot.com/feeds/114796420960698555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21692774&amp;postID=114796420960698555' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21692774/posts/default/114796420960698555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21692774/posts/default/114796420960698555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forensicroyalty.blogspot.com/2006/05/it-has-evidently-not-been-very-good.html' title=''/><author><name>dinisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16026858584111470148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21692774.post-114777923311980474</id><published>2006-05-16T18:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-16T19:49:40.346+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Greetings my pretties!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;so Mum's Day went alright. i guess, one things for sure that we all do need days where we can be thankful for someone because of his/her purpose on earth. so yeah, nomatter how aggrivating and utterly disturbing to the auditory organ the nagging may get, i'm grateful to have my mum witnessing me through my adolescence.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;we went to Pasta Fresca By The Beach for dinner (: don't recall what i consumed for dinner but boy, the food was awesome, i'll say. top of the notch pastas. the pizzas weren't as satisfying but they still tasted splendid. And not forgetting the adorable &lt;em&gt;guy who sings at restaurants for a living&lt;/em&gt;. Who played glorious songs by Cat Stevens, John Denver and many many more. the place was exceptionally romantic and just perfect. it had an amazing view from where we were of the sea and we all have to agree that the sea looks amazing at high-tide. beeaaauuuttiiffuull. there are 2 seaters placed closely to the sea, which is romantic, unless you're sea-sick of course. hahahah and it's so damn near from where i live! and i've only been there like twice? shame on me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;sueann, i reckon we feast there for our girl's night out (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;School today was alright. Last paper! woohoooo! which means, time to mug and slog for the Malay Os. Groan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;After school we attended the e-learning course. fun fun fun. Joshua Loi's suggestions and comments were just hilarious! hahah especially about bullies, as my fellow Hildans would know. Its this really cool system, apparently invented by a student, which allows us to attain and subit homework and tasks from the teacher to the student and vice versa. also, there are forums where students can make suggestions and comment on current St Hilda's Affairs or even national/international occurances. which is pretty cool i must say. So its a whole online-based thing so that if viruses attacks Singapore, we'd still be able to get our homework done.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;DARN &lt;em&gt;when you come to think of it.&lt;/em&gt; No escape there it seems.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Yup so i stumbled on this on e-learn tday;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;For those who enjoy language&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Those who jump off a bridge in Paris are in Seine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;A backward poet writes inverse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;A man's home is his castle, in a manor of speaking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Dijon vu - the same mustard as before.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Practice safe eating - always use condiments. Lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Shotgun wedding: A case of wife or death.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;A man needs a mistress just to break the monogamy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;A hangover is the wrath of grapes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Dancing cheek-to-cheek is really a form of floor play.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Does the name Pavlov ring a bell?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Condoms should be used on every conceivable occasion.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Reading while sunbathing makes you well red.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;When two egotists meet, it's an I for an I.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;A bicycle can't stand on its own because it is two tired.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;What's the definition of a will? (It's a dead giveaway.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Time flies like an arrow. Fruit flies like a banana.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;In democracy your vote counts. In Feudalism your count votes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;She was engaged to a boyfriend with a wooden leg but broke it off.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;A chicken crossing the road is poultry in motion.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;If you don't pay your exorcist, you get repossessed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;With her marriage, she got a new name and a dress.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;When a clock is hungry, it goes back four seconds.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;The man who fell into an upholstery machine is fully recovered.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;You feel stuck with your debt if you can't budge it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Local Area Network in Australia: the LAN down under.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;He often broke into song because he couldn't find the key.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Every calendar's days are numbered.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;A lot of money is tainted - It taint yours and it taint mine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;A boiled egg in the morning is hard to beat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;He had a photographic memory that was never developed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;A plateau is a high form of flattery.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Those who get too big for their britches will be exposed in the end.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Once you've seen one shopping center, you've seen a mall.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Bakers trade bread recipes on a knead-to-know basis.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Santa's helpers are subordinate clauses.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Acupuncture is a jab well done.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;A midget fortune-teller who escapes from prison is a small medium at large. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;yup&lt;/em&gt; this is for the non-hildans. happy reading (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;there is one more about Al-Gebra which is really cool. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;but i figured i'm getting too redundant and i have a malay composition to sumbit by tonight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;oh! and by the way, Joel's band, Massecreation is starring as a guest band at Taste Ov Insanity in Penang in July. cool huh? heh. cheers to you guys.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;no drugs!!! no violence!!! no alcohol!!! just pure music!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Rock On Jo (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;okay then, toodle-oo guys.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;yours truely,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21692774-114777923311980474?l=forensicroyalty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forensicroyalty.blogspot.com/feeds/114777923311980474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21692774&amp;postID=114777923311980474' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21692774/posts/default/114777923311980474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21692774/posts/default/114777923311980474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forensicroyalty.blogspot.com/2006/05/greetings-my-pretties-so-mums-day-went.html' title=''/><author><name>dinisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16026858584111470148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21692774.post-114753123258463440</id><published>2006-05-13T22:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-13T22:40:33.156+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;P&lt;/span&gt;hotos of Mum's Day Present, as promised.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3520/2197/200/IMG_0264.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3520/2197/200/IMG_0268.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;this is what was written on the white paper on the present&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3520/2197/200/IMG_0269.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;the card interior&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3520/2197/200/IMG_0270.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;bird's-eye view&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3520/2197/200/pumpkin.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;my baby Pumpkin! miss you girlie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;yeah i know, how random. but shes my sweetie pie, but she went today with Ebony [her sister] to live with my cousins mohit &amp;amp; arisha. really hope they take good care of them. so im left with Socks and Princess (: Love them so damn much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I totally embarrased myself by tearing at their departure. but really, it was so sad seeing them go away. Oh well, at least i know theyre in good hands and i can go visit! yay! Pumpkin, here i come baby.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Awww.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;So yeah, Mums day presents (: nice huh? Theyre by Rockin' Royal Productions. For all you people who know how talented I am at card-making, do spread the word.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;For enquires, please call 91378281 (: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;lovelove.&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/21692774-114753123258463440?l=forensicroyalty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forensicroyalty.blogspot.com/feeds/114753123258463440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21692774&amp;postID=114753123258463440' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21692774/posts/default/114753123258463440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21692774/posts/default/114753123258463440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forensicroyalty.blogspot.com/2006/05/photos-of-mums-day-present-as-promised.html' title=''/><author><name>dinisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16026858584111470148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21692774.post-114749326858279623</id><published>2006-05-13T11:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-13T12:07:48.613+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;how long have i been in this storm?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;so overwhelmed by the ocean's shapeless form&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;water's getting harder to tread&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;with these waves crashing over my head&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;if i could just see you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;everything would be alright&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;if i could see you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;this darkness would turn to light&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;and i will walk on water&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;and you will catch me if i fall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Thursday went great. Long-long day which almost got my mum all worried till she called my dad overseas, but it was all worth it. Watched Final Destination 3 and omfg, it scared the shit out of me. it was cool and all but ugh, gruesome's the word?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;so yeah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;from school, i hurried down to grandma's house to get my mums day gift which i conveniently left when i went there to get my phone. so yes, another unnessessary trip made. left katong at around 6 and managed to reach tampines fifteen minutes before seven. but number 10 rocks. it's so damn frickydicky fast.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;and SAJC won 3-0 to TPJC! woohoooo! you go SA! heh. and i pinned my first try in guessing the score. am i good or what? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;SA, the dream school.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;-coughs- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;lets get back to reality.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Dinner at swensens. talked about music, school, loads of JC talk, which was actually quite overwhelming. i mean, i never thought the people in jc would be backstabbers for one, and just plain hard-core irritating it would be so disturbing to the damn eye-ball. i mean i thought secondary school was bad enough. oh well, i'll just face it. me wanting to go to JC is one thing. Getting there is another. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;well, cheers to Nad, Wei Ming and Gerry for a prosperous JC life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;the beginning is yet the struggle&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;reached home close to eleven-thirty to find my lil brat of a brother awake, without the knowledge of my mum, of course. anddid i mention that he's a brat from hell!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;me: Jashan, go to bed. it's way past your bedtime. eh, go get me the cordless.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;jashan: yeah okay [and goes on playing with his toys]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;me: JASHAN!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;jashan: i'll get it. [goddammed long pause] eventually. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;to them, it may all seem very overpowering.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;to me, its just a heell load amount of watching too much teevee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;there was once where i asked him to go fetch me something and he said 'yeah, i'll mull over it'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;what a scorny little brat. and he's a freaking 10 year old. like Grow Up already.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;brat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;malay Os are in exactly 2 weeks and 2 days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;lets just say i'm praying for a miracle i would chance upon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;face it, &lt;em&gt;my malay sucks to the very core.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;life's been extremely discontentful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;not that i'm overwhelmed by it to make this seem a least bit depressing of an entry, but i dont know, its just too hard to comprehend or to even annotate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;barely surviving has become my purpose&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;'cause i'm so used to living underneath the surface.&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/21692774-114749326858279623?l=forensicroyalty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forensicroyalty.blogspot.com/feeds/114749326858279623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21692774&amp;postID=114749326858279623' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21692774/posts/default/114749326858279623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21692774/posts/default/114749326858279623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forensicroyalty.blogspot.com/2006/05/how-long-have-i-been-in-this-storm-so.html' title=''/><author><name>dinisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16026858584111470148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21692774.post-114727279830158176</id><published>2006-05-10T22:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-10T22:53:18.376+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Have i ever mentioned that I absolutely love Chris Daughtry from American Idol? Cause I do! Hahah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Went to watch MI3 with Sam and Ann Hin yesterday after Chem paper. It was incredibly good. I wouldn't say it's the best out of the three, but it was unpredictable and I am a # 1 fan of unpredictable movies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;cause predictable films are so passe&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;And yes, Chem paper. Infinitely mediocre. Loved it but hated Endo&amp;Exo. They were just way over my capabilities. I really hope I'll pull it off. And if i do, it proves my ability to major in Chemistry in years to come. Well, not really but it will eventually boost my love for Chemistry thus urging me to major ina chemisrty-based field, namely, forensic science, as you all may know by now (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;call me weird&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;but eventually, its up to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;to decide.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;so that's probably how the mid-week went, exams &amp; a little bit of excitement. oh and did i also mention that i love Tom Cruise and if not for Katie Holmes, he would have been mine? Hah. But yeah, he's hot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Meeting up with the guys tomorrow for dinner and maybe a movie. Finally, it's been really long since I've seen them. So yes, long day tomorrow. Chem &amp; Physics paper one along with E Math paper one. Fun Fun Fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;it's falling in love with them&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;that makes a &lt;strong&gt;difference.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Fun Fact # 1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;dinitrogen oxide exists (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;evidently, named after dinisha (me), the great one. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I am so honoured. A gas named after me. How good can life get?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Heh. Forgive my bullshit, but my name is an unthought rarity.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;For this, I shall spread my oXiDeLoVe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;kisskisshughug&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;go dwell in my presence.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21692774-114727279830158176?l=forensicroyalty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forensicroyalty.blogspot.com/feeds/114727279830158176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21692774&amp;postID=114727279830158176' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21692774/posts/default/114727279830158176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21692774/posts/default/114727279830158176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forensicroyalty.blogspot.com/2006/05/have-i-ever-mentioned-that-i.html' title=''/><author><name>dinisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16026858584111470148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21692774.post-114701124199649857</id><published>2006-05-07T21:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-07T22:14:02.086+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;you have turned my morning into dancing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;you have turned my sorrow into joy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;HMM.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;dad's not entirely keen on getting mum the locket for mum's day. says he's got a surprise and didn't want to blow it's cover. well well well. we'll see who's surprise is better, shall we. dad, you're on! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;what i've decided to do is to thank mum for the gift of music. how? i'll post pictures soon enough.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;anyways&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;i finally swallowed the truth about dad's favourite saying.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"the more you study, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt; the more you realise you dont know"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;needless to say, he's always right. grrr.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;the first week of exams have litterally stabbed me in the heart. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;i dont know, but i'm kinda excited for this weeks papers. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;geog&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;math&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;chem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;physics pp1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;they make life ALOT easier to comprehend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;i'm just praying that i'll score so bloody well for physics pp1 to pull my intended-to-flunk physics pp2.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;we'll see.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;so, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;General Elections 2006&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;82 out of 84 seats to the People's Action Party.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;one to WP (hougang)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;and one to SDA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;none to SDP. hah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;but on top of that PAP calls SDP LIARS and were going to sue them, maybe they still are. i tend to be politically incorrect at times. so yeah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Singapore's new insight: PAP is the perfect system. or rather, it is the only system we know and want for the smooth running of our country. My folks would agree. They witnessed the racial riots as kids and my dad was saved by one of the PAP guys from almost getting his head chopped off. without unknown PAP guy, imagine, i wouldn't be here to spread my knowledge and love, making a difference in people's lives. at least that's what i intend to do. heh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;so three cheers on that, although my leader for my area, Joo Chiat GRC is Mr Chan Soo Sen, who is quite annoying really but all in all, he's a fucking brilliant man, or so we all may assume.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;geog &amp; math pp2 tomorrow. holy cow. i've practically given up for environment, its just too much to consume. i'll just choose development over environment, provided development is attemptable.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;sometimes it feels that no one understands&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;i don't even know why i do the things i do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;when pride builds me up till i can see my soul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;will you break down these walls and pull me through.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;i am my own motivation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21692774-114701124199649857?l=forensicroyalty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forensicroyalty.blogspot.com/feeds/114701124199649857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21692774&amp;postID=114701124199649857' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21692774/posts/default/114701124199649857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21692774/posts/default/114701124199649857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forensicroyalty.blogspot.com/2006/05/you-have-turned-my-morning-into.html' title=''/><author><name>dinisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16026858584111470148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21692774.post-114683492770220942</id><published>2006-05-05T20:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-05T21:15:30.966+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;the grey ceiling on the earth&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;well it's lasted for a while&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;take my thoughts for what they're worth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;i've been acting like a child&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;your opinion, what is that?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;it's just a different point of view&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;what else, what else can i do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;i said i'm sorry, yeah i'm sorry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;i said i'm sorry but what for&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;if i hurt you then i hate myself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;i don't want to hate myself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;don't want to hurt you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;why do you choose your pain &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;if you only knew&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;how much i love you (love you)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;i wont be your winter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&amp; i wont be anyone's excuse to cry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&amp;amp; we can't be forgiven&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&amp; i will be here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;oh picture on the shelf&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;it's been there for a while&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;a frozen image of ourselves&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;we were acting like a child&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;innocence in a trance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;a dance that lasted for a while&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;read my eyes just like a diary&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;oh remember, please remember&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;well, i'm not a beggar but once more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;if i hurt you then i hate myself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;i dont want to hate myself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;dont want to hurt you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;why do you choose that pain &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;if you only knew&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;how much i love you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;i won't be your winter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&amp;amp; i won't be anyone's excuse to cry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&amp; we can't be forgiven&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&amp;amp; i will be here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;-your winter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Duncan Sheik&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;thought:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;people live secret lives. somehow, we just don't know it. maybe not yet. and when we do, we get upset, we fell agitated and have the desire to find out what's behind those eyes. those eyes who saw you through hardship, made you feel you meant something, motivated you through every bit of your 'adolescence'. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;we all want to know. we all want to care. we just give too much of a damn, it gets exasperating sooner or later. it never meant to be this way. everyone was just supposed to live life day to day accepting life's every torment of rides. there were not supposed to be foolish masquerades prancing the streets. it sucks to know that, everyone else lives behind-the-scenes, and maybe you dont. you might, but you just dont realise it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;the set stage,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;the lone stool, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;the puppeteer of my own demise,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;the writer of my own tragedy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;i.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;ohmygodupthereinheaven, i was on my way for tuition when i decided to stop by at &lt;em&gt;cheers (kembangan) &lt;/em&gt;to get some chocs when, before my very eyes, stood the Lime Magazine issue for May with Adam Brody utilising the entire front cover of the mag. Oh yeah. heh. my love for him lives on. it's almost cladestine! heh. but yeah, although i've never bought a Lime Mag in my entire teenhood, this is considered my first! but it's for a good cause (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;yeah, so mother's day is on the rise. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Good Lord. what the hell should i get &lt;em&gt;psycho mum&lt;/em&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;saw this really nice heart shaped locket on the net.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3520/2197/1600/locket!.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3520/2197/200/locket%21.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;nice nice? it's about 40 bucks or so. not bad aye? so goddammed reasonable. and i get to engrave &lt;em&gt;mother's day 2006&lt;/em&gt; on it! anyways, tag me if you like it yeah?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;back to hit the books.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;they've become the love of my life.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21692774-114683492770220942?l=forensicroyalty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forensicroyalty.blogspot.com/feeds/114683492770220942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21692774&amp;postID=114683492770220942' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21692774/posts/default/114683492770220942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21692774/posts/default/114683492770220942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forensicroyalty.blogspot.com/2006/05/grey-ceiling-on-earth-well-its-lasted.html' title=''/><author><name>dinisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16026858584111470148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21692774.post-114674686123638186</id><published>2006-05-04T19:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-04T20:53:40.170+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;oh my&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;GOD i am extremely muddled over the disgusting and excruciatingly abitious Physics paper there ever was to roam the school in the history of Physcis- paper-setting - considering the fact that I studied like a mad fuck the couple of days before. english was mediocre although summary writing was totally fucked.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Lord Ku said "there are more than fifteen points in the passage so dont come telling me you can't find the points" hell. there really wern't any points about lameass Dick Cheney except for paragraph five. and whats the deal with his motive. nincumpooply contradictory. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;whoever proclaimed life's a bed of roses&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;whoever said life's a circus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;go eat yourself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Well, all i can say is that if i manage to scrape through my Physics, it is purely because of my ability to bullshit. i'm just discontented. it's not fair. i'd never know if i'm certain of getting a mark cause i practically crapped over the entire paper. heh. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;i shall now go kill myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;oh well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;SS tomorrow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;fantastic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;i'm so goddammed tired&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;just when i thought it wouldn't get any worse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;oh c'mon, its only the BLOODY MID YEARS. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;don't make me hate mugging because of shitcrap papers you guys conveniently prepare for us to somehow bawl all over.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;thank you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i need mr ng's bread.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;i'm going to delve myself in a load of crap now, better known as ss.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;wish me &lt;em&gt;fucking &lt;/em&gt;well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21692774-114674686123638186?l=forensicroyalty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forensicroyalty.blogspot.com/feeds/114674686123638186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21692774&amp;postID=114674686123638186' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21692774/posts/default/114674686123638186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21692774/posts/default/114674686123638186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forensicroyalty.blogspot.com/2006/05/oh-my-god-i-am-extremely-muddled-over.html' title=''/><author><name>dinisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16026858584111470148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21692774.post-114656017574329775</id><published>2006-05-02T16:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-02T17:04:40.976+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I hate the way you talk to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;and the way you cut your hair.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I hate the way you drive my car&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I hate it when you stare.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I hate your big dumb combat boots&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;and the way you read my mind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I hate you so much it makes me sick&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;it even makes me rhyme.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I hate the way you're always right&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I hate it when you lie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I hate it when you make me laugh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Even worse when you make me cry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I hate it when you're not around&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;And the fact that you didn't call.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;But mostly I hate the way I don't hate you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Not even close&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Not even a little bit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Not even at all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;10 Things I Hate About You starring Heath Ledger &amp;amp; Julia Stiles.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Blog again a little later on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;It's becoming a bore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Believe me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I'm not in a state to fathom it any bit more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Believe it or not,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Even angels fall.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21692774-114656017574329775?l=forensicroyalty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forensicroyalty.blogspot.com/feeds/114656017574329775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21692774&amp;postID=114656017574329775' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21692774/posts/default/114656017574329775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21692774/posts/default/114656017574329775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forensicroyalty.blogspot.com/2006/05/i-hate-way-you-talk-to-me-and-way-you.html' title=''/><author><name>dinisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16026858584111470148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21692774.post-114650016747275610</id><published>2006-05-01T23:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-02T00:42:09.766+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;if everyone cared, nobody'd cry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;if everyone loved, nobody'd lie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;call me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;provocative, call me intoxicating&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;but this is just the way its meant to be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;i cant believe anymore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;because seeing is believing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;but then again "&lt;em&gt;ignorance is bliss"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;once again, i demand indifference.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;So the weekend went pretty prosaic. Not that it ever was salubrious to start with in the first place. Nonetheless, I was quite productive really. Helped Dad a little (the most i could) but I doubt I'd be getting any credit, not like I ever do anyway. Studied a fair bit. I realized, I really really need to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;exams are around the corner.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;though they dont count for nothing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;but somehow, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I am Affected out of my own will&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;its hard not to be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;and evidently, running away solves everything (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Spend the day at Jihan's. Watched 10 Things I Hate About You. Greatest &lt;em&gt;chick flick&lt;/em&gt; of all time. And the songs they used were undoubtly &lt;em&gt;annus mirabilis.&lt;/em&gt; Loved it. And then while studying, which we didn't really manage to, I initiated an &lt;em&gt;orange eating contest. &lt;/em&gt;Which turned out to be some fun really. Although I didn't win even for both rounds. But Jihan's got skill. Skill in eating oranges. HAHAH. &lt;em&gt;Hi, I'm Jihan. Master to eating oranges (: &lt;/em&gt;hahah. Bite me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I &lt;3 Heath Ledger &amp;amp; Chris Daughtry! Lovelove.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Then I headed off to SSC where I studied a little and got myself a watch at the bazaar. It's pretty cool, unlike all my other oh-so-boring-it-makes-you-wanna-puke watches. After which I helped Dad and then on the way home, I told Manoj the Bus Joke. HAHAH! It's so goddammed funny.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;And now I'm knnccbf squandered. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I so want the Espirit tee and the worldcup bag.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;And what do you know, I'ts the beginning of the month (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Sigh ):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;And again, I'm gonna be broke before I know it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;So unless my folks refuse to up my monthly allowance, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I shall go make my own S Elevens.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;For all you bozos who doubt it, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;just watch me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I'm outtie, Malay LC tomorrow. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Holy Cow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21692774-114650016747275610?l=forensicroyalty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forensicroyalty.blogspot.com/feeds/114650016747275610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21692774&amp;postID=114650016747275610' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21692774/posts/default/114650016747275610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21692774/posts/default/114650016747275610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forensicroyalty.blogspot.com/2006/05/if-everyone-cared-nobodyd-cry.html' title=''/><author><name>dinisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16026858584111470148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21692774.post-114624070568527981</id><published>2006-04-29T00:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-29T00:11:45.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;GO PAP!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21692774-114624070568527981?l=forensicroyalty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forensicroyalty.blogspot.com/feeds/114624070568527981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21692774&amp;postID=114624070568527981' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21692774/posts/default/114624070568527981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21692774/posts/default/114624070568527981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forensicroyalty.blogspot.com/2006/04/go-pap.html' title=''/><author><name>dinisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16026858584111470148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21692774.post-114624023951689018</id><published>2006-04-28T22:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-29T00:03:59.586+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I need energy food.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Supply me with a dozen crates of Red Bull and get a months supply of digestive busicuits. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;A bargain, unworthy of turning down dont you think? Heh. But yeah, I'm incrdibly exhausted nowadays not cause I'm working my butt of but cause I think too much. Thinking too much is highly fatal apparently. It scars you off your daily routine forcing you into the realm of dreams, you obviously don't have sufficient time for.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Yesterday went great. Met up with Gervais, Wei Ming and Gerry after Geog Remedial. Slacked a whole lot, altough I had two papers tday, but they were only English and Malay Paper 1, which went alright. Screwed up English Letter Writing but it was because I spent too much time on my compo. Oh well. Anyways, not gonna delve into yesterday. Had a truckload amount of fun though and I thank every one of them for being really supportive in my beliefs and my expectations They're the best (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Today was so-so. Papers in the morning, followed by Mrs Liester's Meeting, grabbed a bite with Aaron then headed down to Parkway to collect my Sim Card and get a petite brolly I could fit into my bag. Yeah, pretty long cause my Dad apparently forgot to send in the application. So that solved the problem of my Sim, now the phone. Ugh. I'll be using another v3 on tuesday. But I'm kinda sick of it. I want a walkman phone but I already have my IPod Video. Groan. I'm befuddled. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;So Mid Years have officially begun. I want this to be the chance for me to prove my ability before Prelims. I guess it'll just boost my esteem in achieveing my goals. Something I lack in greatly. Well, I guess I want it so bad to work for it. Science, Math, English &amp; Art are pretty much guaranteed. It's Humans and Malay which give me the jitters. Bless my helpless soul somebody?!? Heh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Tomorrow's a long day starting off with helping Dad with the sale. I want to earn myself some bucks. I just got to. So thats the whole morning then I guess it's studystudystudy tillmyeyesdropout studystudystudy for the rest of my Saturday. Guess that's the way it's meant to be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;live your dreams&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;its not as hard as it may seem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;you got to work to get the cream&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;on your hopes you must lean&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;its all or nothing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;give your everything&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Till we meet again, Good Day folks. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21692774-114624023951689018?l=forensicroyalty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forensicroyalty.blogspot.com/feeds/114624023951689018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21692774&amp;postID=114624023951689018' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21692774/posts/default/114624023951689018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21692774/posts/default/114624023951689018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forensicroyalty.blogspot.com/2006/04/i-need-energy-food.html' title=''/><author><name>dinisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16026858584111470148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21692774.post-114597136853125685</id><published>2006-04-25T20:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-25T21:22:48.820+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;The court is adjourned&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I've made my volition&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Its me against everything else&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Help. You've just got to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;As for the dude who took my phone without right or permission or in other words, stole it, may you burn in hell.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;So the weekend went absolutely great. Met up with the guys on Saturday for Gervais' Barbeque competently organised by the wonderful Ms Cheryl (: Wasn't a very huge group of us so I guess it was less claustrophobic and well, I had my share of fun. Gervais hasn't changed except for the fact that he's put on weight and well mastered stuff which i shall choose not to delve into. Nonetheless I was flabergastedlyatrociouslyabsolutelyglad to see him and all the others. Although Nad wasn't there ): &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Got great songs, courtesy of Wei Ming, into my IPod. He's seriously one heck of a muscically inclined dude I can relate with. Hell Yeah! Its pretty hard spotting people who have the same musical taste as you, really.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Today, on the other hand, was just terrible. Got a hell load amount of shit from Jun and Jon. Ugh. They never cease to laugh the crap out of me. The whole Caleb thing totally made me roll on the floor laughing. Okay maybe not. But then came AnnHin with her freezing lameness. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;LUD - Laugh Until Die&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;LMAO - Laughing My Ass Off&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Somehow, I love being in class. With Jun, Ann and Kangwei there, it just makes the boring-ol singapore education worth while. So glad for Lord K to seat us together. God please Bless his soul. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Art after school along with Chem then scurried off to tuition. Then we went over to Novena Square for Free Ice-Cream! Its apparently Ben&amp;Jerry's Anniversary and so its sort of part of the B&amp;amp;J tradition to hand out free ice-cream to the public on this very day. 25th April is marked on my calendar (: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Thanks V. You never fail to brighten up my day. May peace be brought upon you. Bless you my child (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I'm never gonna doubt you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;You are here to educate me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;So I'm sorry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I'll never doubt you again, Lord K.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;By popular demand, I will change my blogskin cause it apparently causes mental derangement. Well, I'll change one as soon as possible. I'm planning to change to livejournal, cause bloggers just too screwed and I'd post photos and stuff (: Maybe get shutterfly or something. Okay maybe after MidYears. So I'm terribly sorry. Forgive my innocent soul. Heh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21692774-114597136853125685?l=forensicroyalty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forensicroyalty.blogspot.com/feeds/114597136853125685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21692774&amp;postID=114597136853125685' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21692774/posts/default/114597136853125685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21692774/posts/default/114597136853125685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forensicroyalty.blogspot.com/2006/04/court-is-adjourned-ive-made-my.html' title=''/><author><name>dinisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16026858584111470148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21692774.post-114559756575048789</id><published>2006-04-21T12:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-21T13:32:45.780+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Hallucinating is not as fun as it seems, it actually scares you shitless.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Today was normal, nothing much that could add on to my already jinxed life, just that i lost my cell phone. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Incompetently, of course. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;How could I have been so nonchalant? So careless? So damn irresposible? But then again, what's new right? I felt so lost, so unwhole, so disheartened. I mean, how was I supposed to carry on with life? But then came along Ms Jihan Bok, Creator of all things beautiful, saying that its a damn phone I've lost here, not my heart! Which is extremely true.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;And then there was Ms Foo Sue Ann, who was totally God Sent. I love her so damn much. She was all the help I needed and I appreciate it. A thousand, nine-hundred and eighty-three kisses to you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;i'd never doubt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;even the trivial bits&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;that you have brought me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;to comprehend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;so, for that, i thank you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Now that it's been approximately a day since i have been separated from my cell, I realise that there is, for a fact, more things to life than a piece of gorgeous accessory, so useful yet so capable of ruining your life in its absence. For one, I would not be distracted by the availabilty of texting anyone, cam-whoring, or even gazing at its beauty just for the sake of it. This would thus allow me to concentrate on my work and leaving me uncontactable at all times. What a wonderful world, I'd be living in. Ugh, I still cant get over the dementia of my loss. May you rest in peace in another owner's care. I'll always love you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;PS. I'm hoping that someday, you'll be able to comprehend my impotence.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21692774-114559756575048789?l=forensicroyalty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forensicroyalty.blogspot.com/feeds/114559756575048789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21692774&amp;postID=114559756575048789' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21692774/posts/default/114559756575048789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21692774/posts/default/114559756575048789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forensicroyalty.blogspot.com/2006/04/hallucinating-is-not-as-fun-as-it.html' title=''/><author><name>dinisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16026858584111470148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21692774.post-114536450910056602</id><published>2006-04-18T20:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-18T20:48:29.150+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I'm allergic to JunHao.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Nonetheless, i shall not oblige to mull over it and earn myself some justice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Today was magnificent Tuesday, during English, the entire class was rather engaged in 'Pyramid', the reality game show and well, our group didn't win, but it wasn't exactly legitimate. For all you peeps who've forgotten the telly show aired quite some years back, its the one which starred the provocative and sensuous Darrel David. For all of you who still have no clue, go drown yourselves. Heh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Topic: &lt;strong&gt;With Love&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Dinisha: A series of verses in which, normally, a guy would read out to a girl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;AnnHin: You are so pretty.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Rest of the Class including Lord Kuku Head: [bursts out laughing]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I mean where's the link? The answers Poetry! But the best was Aaron &amp; Jihan's rendition;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Aaron: Dinisha loves to say lame _____.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Jihan: Jokes!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Correcto! Just so damn unnessessary of Aaron. Jerk. Heh. And again;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Aaron: Sue Ann &amp; Fairuz's relationship was very _____.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Jihan: Gross!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Hahah! Now, that's funny, and forgive me Sue Ann, but somewhat very undoubted.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I'm all geared up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Even got my lucky hat on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I'm here to serve what is righteous (or so i think)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I'm fighting a battle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;A battle against myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I don't know what I'm going to do if i fail terribly to get into a JC or Poly of my choice. I'd probably never be able to forgive my sorry-ass. It's terrifying really, to think that you've got it all under control when you indubitably, deep down inside, know that you're a complete wreck.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Mr Ong's dropping by our class tomorrow during English Period. Another day of 'Pyramid'. I can already taste the relish of the beguilement. Sweet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21692774-114536450910056602?l=forensicroyalty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forensicroyalty.blogspot.com/feeds/114536450910056602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21692774&amp;postID=114536450910056602' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21692774/posts/default/114536450910056602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21692774/posts/default/114536450910056602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forensicroyalty.blogspot.com/2006/04/im-allergic-to-junhao.html' title=''/><author><name>dinisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16026858584111470148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21692774.post-114528655428842093</id><published>2006-04-17T21:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-17T23:09:14.436+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I live life on the edge. I make big mistakes. I recover from them only to make the same mistakes again. Lines and joints, my vice of choice, the vice I love in which I've abstained from a period of time. Legal or otherwise, only God can judge me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;You know, its finally come to me that all these years, I've always been heavily weighed down by the restrictions (or so I may have thought) of my beliefs. But I've realised that there are just too many things which cannot be categorised.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Tattoos for one, all along i thought were wrong and against some form self-misusing theory and against God and religion itself. But no.. As long as we don't ink cultish or Satanic symbols on ourselves. And again, it all boils down to your motive in getting a tatt. It shouldn't be about showing off. What's extremely wrong about it is the lying and hiding, if you have conservative parents. Fortunately for me, I guess my folks are liberal enough to accept body art, not that I have one, but if I do intend to get one, I wouldn't have to be one of those self-renowned dopes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;There are, no doubt, however, which the holy book clearly says will not please God. No amount of excuses will justify those.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;PS: These are my perceptions. To teach its own. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Anyway I've been unexceptionally exhausted. The fatigue, so immensely disheartening, has been growing beneath my very soul. Been feeling pretty dead these past two weeks but I'm very glad to say that I'm ALIVE again! I'm so excited all over again, and so unbelievably positive about everything, anything. Its all good :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I've only recently found out from a classmate that MidYears start next Friday. Holy cow I didnt even realise how much shit I'm in and here I am, totally oblivious, thinking that its still so far away. Unless I gladly choose to flunk them all and once again let history repeat itself, then I shall continue to remain negligent to the myriad of studying I am supposed to deal with. But no, not this time alright?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I am my own protege and I believe anything is indeed possible if you put your whole heart and soul into it. It's about time we Live Our Dreams.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21692774-114528655428842093?l=forensicroyalty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forensicroyalty.blogspot.com/feeds/114528655428842093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21692774&amp;postID=114528655428842093' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21692774/posts/default/114528655428842093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21692774/posts/default/114528655428842093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forensicroyalty.blogspot.com/2006/04/i-live-life-on-edge.html' title=''/><author><name>dinisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16026858584111470148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21692774.post-114510928252801881</id><published>2006-04-15T21:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-15T21:58:19.063+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;You know, I dont believe that time can heal everything. In fact, I believe in ignoring pain, and distracting oneself in order to 'ger over' that pain, it evolves into a haunting memory.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Some things are beautiful, and yet painful. Like high heels. Four-inch heels aren't meant to be comfortable, beautiful as they are.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;They are painful on our feet not for nothing; the pain is to remind us of their presence; what they're doing for us, what they're going to give us. Every girl feels gorgeous in a pair of Manolos. Without pain, we wouldn't appreciate our beautiful shoes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;You're an exception to the rule.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;You're of an unthought rarity.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;You're all i ever wanted.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Oh boy, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;could you want me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I've come to a point in my teenhood where I've realised that every romance is beautiful. Some might involve grandiose affairs, passionate declarations of love, and extravagant wedding banquets, while some might only involve quiet stolls along the beach, and a single stalk of rose. Some live happily ever after, and some end with a tragedy. They are&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt; beautiful all the same.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;It never ceases to amaze me, how heart-breakingly beautiful it is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I believe that the future is ours to make. We might not achieve what we want, but at least we tried. And that's all that matters. If we get hurt, thats that. Life isn't a bed of roses.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I'm an idealist as well. I believe in love. I believe in true, unfaltering love. To others it'll seem absurd, but I know I would die for the person I love. How do I know? Because i believe i know myself better than you think you do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Who are you to dismiss her beliefs and hopes as childish? You are not her. You are merely a spectator.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;The world is so hard, so cynical. So heartless and faithless. I dont care. As for me, I'd rather live in hope than to be one of those world weary cynics. I'd rather face a future of happiness than to dismiss every single dream as silly. We dare to dream, we dare to hope. Do you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21692774-114510928252801881?l=forensicroyalty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forensicroyalty.blogspot.com/feeds/114510928252801881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21692774&amp;postID=114510928252801881' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21692774/posts/default/114510928252801881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21692774/posts/default/114510928252801881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forensicroyalty.blogspot.com/2006/04/you-know-i-dont-believe-that-time-can.html' title=''/><author><name>dinisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16026858584111470148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21692774.post-114484970281778612</id><published>2006-04-12T20:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-12T22:18:01.433+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Hello all. Forgive my inconsistency in blogging. Will try my best to keep it updated.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;so it was Nad's birthday on monday (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAPPY BELATED BIRTHDAY SUGARPLUMHONEYPIE!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;things went great. met up with bhavna &amp; yenny about an hour before her arrival to go get the cupcake and what not. she had no clue i was coming so it was a pleasant surprise. really hope she likes the card and the gorgeous looking pair of heels. with those, she'll be all set to parrrtttaayyyee all night longg. all night, all night longgg. oh yeah. hahah. just thought it was an awesome way to kick off the seventeenth year parading in those beauties. oh well, what can i say? i absolutely LOOVEE shoes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;alls well, life's been pretty much the same. indulging my sediments of my brain mass into knowledgable books and i must say, i feel goooood.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;the consequent number of tests next week&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;enlighten me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;in a way so beautiful&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;where the textbook murmers, 'Love me'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;cause it knows i do.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;i guess it'll pay off.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;my hard work i meant.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;so why on earth gaze upon the realms of it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;dreaming&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;wishing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;wanting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;when you could have it all. muahahah.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;easter season's on the rise. funfunfun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;heard its really fun at &lt;em&gt;genesis.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;oh how i miss the ambience and the blissful memories of it.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;gervais, my homie[heehee] is coming back! woohoooo! really missed his esthatic presence and genuine gentleness. yeah! cant wait.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;school.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;passed 2.4 not surprisingly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;turns out i'm in for high-jump. [ i know, no comments.hahah]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;soccer's really fun. no let me rephrase. its extremely, emphatically, incredibly fun!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;soccersoccersoccer. i like (:&lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;im never gonna dance again&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;guilty feet have got no rhythm&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;though it's easy to pretend&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i know you're not a fool&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;should have known better than that&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;to cheat a friend&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And waste a chance that i've been given&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;so i'm never gonna dance again&lt;p&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;i cant wait for june,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;so that i'll be happy again&lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;this months been a killer, leaving me broke.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;birthdays get on my nerves.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;cause apparently a cards not enough. 100% hand-made too!&lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;time and time again&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;you make me ponder&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;over all the things that&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;could have happened.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;yenny's barbeque this friday. so is prash's bash.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;who means more to me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;i'm running out of time. help?&lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;the journeys getting tough.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;but i'm ready&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;so slap me once, slap me twice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;it dont cost a thing&lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;pulling up my socks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;i think to myself&lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;why've they been so short all this while?&lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;now, all that matters to me is;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;1. the big Os.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;2. dance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;3. piano&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;4. rockin music to keep my afternoons worth it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;5. my fugly weight - which i shall ammend.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;so wish me luck you guys.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;i dont do one-man-shows no more.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;take the shakles off my feet so i can dance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;i just want to praise you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21692774-114484970281778612?l=forensicroyalty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forensicroyalty.blogspot.com/feeds/114484970281778612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21692774&amp;postID=114484970281778612' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21692774/posts/default/114484970281778612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21692774/posts/default/114484970281778612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forensicroyalty.blogspot.com/2006/04/hello-all.html' title=''/><author><name>dinisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16026858584111470148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21692774.post-114431022995908958</id><published>2006-04-06T15:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-07T18:49:46.746+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;turns out, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;there was no test.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;ms yew seemed totally oblivious to it. oh, darn the 3 whole hours of mugging. Darn it all!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;in school right now attending some malay creative writing workshop. we're told to write a story on &lt;em&gt;hitam &lt;/em&gt;which means black in malay so i'm writing about Helen Keller. hope it turns out literal. heehee. my malay, all clumped up together, has no contrariety to a load of crap mind you. Good luck to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;i'll blog again later if i feel the need.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;chao for now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21692774-114431022995908958?l=forensicroyalty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forensicroyalty.blogspot.com/feeds/114431022995908958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21692774&amp;postID=114431022995908958' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21692774/posts/default/114431022995908958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21692774/posts/default/114431022995908958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forensicroyalty.blogspot.com/2006/04/turns-out-there-was-no-test.html' title=''/><author><name>dinisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16026858584111470148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21692774.post-114423470681144614</id><published>2006-04-05T18:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-06T15:51:29.230+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;rain rain go away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;i know you've come by to say hey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;but i'm really sorry to say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;get the hell away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;[rhyme unintended]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;so school today was alright i guess. played volleyball again today. heehee. how i love to play volleyball. although sometimes i get suaned so badly, i swear, its not even funny. and because i was so restless during the early morning, i ended up snoozing off during social studies. my head was just pounding with immense inertia. God.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;my quest for starvation has unfortunately been procrastinated. darn it. not that i want to have a voluptous physique but i just wanna be able to pull off a decent arabesque. the dancer in me lives on (: and also for grad night. wouldn't want unneccessary blimb to divulge.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;speaking of grad night, kinda figured out a design that may look absolutely pretentious in my accostumed anatomy. but we're totally clueless about the theme. its down to three.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;1. viva la glam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;2. black and white&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;3. masquerade ball&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;i'm totally rooting for masquerade ball but picture this. a BALL in frigging SCHOOL? get a load of that! imagine everyone in prepped up dresses and tuxes all waiting at tampinese interchange for bus no. 293.. the thought alone is incredibly amusing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;well, lets hope alls well goes well. and i'm really hoping for crystal's big idea. its going to be immaculate. well well. geog test tomorrow on tourism.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;i'll get down to it then. goodnight folks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21692774-114423470681144614?l=forensicroyalty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forensicroyalty.blogspot.com/feeds/114423470681144614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21692774&amp;postID=114423470681144614' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21692774/posts/default/114423470681144614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21692774/posts/default/114423470681144614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forensicroyalty.blogspot.com/2006/04/rain-rain-go-away-i-know-youve-come-by.html' title=''/><author><name>dinisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16026858584111470148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21692774.post-114407206614432284</id><published>2006-04-03T21:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-03T21:47:46.246+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Its funny how I am unable to articulate the animosity that fluctuates within my very soul.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Its prepostrous really.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I should seriously go shoot myself. i got called &lt;em&gt;beyond irresponsible&lt;/em&gt; by my piano teacher. well, what i did was fall asleep through my lesson hour and somehow deliberately forgot to call her, which was kinda true but what was i to do. i had an immensly throbbing headache. according to her i totally antagonised her apologia and for that i'm terribly sorry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;therefore i pledge to make it to all my piano lessons on the ball and shall not cause any more malicious effects on poor mdm yeo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i am &lt;/em&gt;not&lt;em&gt; going to be the cause of your fatality.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i dont really want to do the honours.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;ill put off my undesired sloth&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;and you keep your life expectancy.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;by all means.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;gonna hit the books. goodbye everyone (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21692774-114407206614432284?l=forensicroyalty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forensicroyalty.blogspot.com/feeds/114407206614432284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21692774&amp;postID=114407206614432284' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21692774/posts/default/114407206614432284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21692774/posts/default/114407206614432284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forensicroyalty.blogspot.com/2006/04/its-funny-how-i-am-unable-to.html' title=''/><author><name>dinisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16026858584111470148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21692774.post-114390392735643264</id><published>2006-04-01T21:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-03T21:12:31.293+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Impressions 8 last night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;great experience really. for all you deadbeat beings, you have no idea what you missed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;wasn't really in the mood to dress all proper and prim like i thought i would but i just didn't find the time to mix and match my acquired outfit courtesy of the plethora of workload i was accustomed to. at least i bothered to primp myself up with little effort [althoguh i could have done wayy better, mind you] unlike the failed-attempt bozos who came in catastrophic colour combinations and just a plain disaster to the society.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;everyone knows that showing off parts of your figure that would rather be left undisclosed is just gross. the worlds got enough to worry about. &lt;em&gt;i've&lt;/em&gt; got enough to worry about. so do us all a huge favour and keep away from garments which dont coincide with your anatomy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;however there were people who dressed to impress. like selina, nigel, vikram, nicholas, salihin, verena, sue ann, jihan, wei ling, jun hao, ying hao, etc etc. cheers to you guys (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;headed down to lao pa sat for a quick bite then selina, ying hao and myself made our way down to fullerton just to check out the ambience. pretty awesome considering the fact that i havent been there in a really long time. chilled at &lt;em&gt;f&lt;/em&gt; for a while then headed down to the esplanade where we talked the wee hours of the night about everything and everything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;glad i have such friends who are actually quite out there and not all dull and boring. though i think i should have been home long before i actually did but all in all, i had a great time. apparently, life needs to be flourished (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;we took loads of pics.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;most of which turned out quite disastrous thanks to the lighting of esplanade which we thought was going to be suitable for cam-whoring. &lt;em&gt;guess not!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;last night was the bomb. simply unforgettable. which now means that i shall be mugging my butt off although i do owe ying hao a drink. so maybe second last (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;thats about all. will try to upload the pics asap. till then;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;april fucking fools.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21692774-114390392735643264?l=forensicroyalty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forensicroyalty.blogspot.com/feeds/114390392735643264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21692774&amp;postID=114390392735643264' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21692774/posts/default/114390392735643264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21692774/posts/default/114390392735643264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forensicroyalty.blogspot.com/2006/04/impressions-8-last-night.html' title=''/><author><name>dinisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16026858584111470148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21692774.post-114378832180254273</id><published>2006-03-31T14:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-31T15:01:41.310+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;hello all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;havent been at the comp much this past week so obviously, i couldn't blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;but i'm here now to cast all my trials and turbulations up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;on this very page.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;so the weeks been flourishing with piles and piles of homework of course. helped mum a whole lot and somehow, i aint getting credit for it. well well. dosent matter. but i thought alot about child innocence this week. its just so pure. so delicate. so enthrusting, if you know what i mean. it all came about when my mum's art students came by. rania, ronit and jazz. they are the cutest things on earth. the things they said were just utterly hysterical. i couldnt help but laugh my butt off although i was supposed to be all professional.heehee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;wouldnt it be just wonderful if everyone were as innocent as a child. lies wont fall out of nowhere. harsh words wont be taken to heart. laughing all day long would be absolutely normal. wouldnt it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;we'd be like huge things embodied by little ones. its the joy in these kids that makes the world go round. child innocence is something that should be treasured not exploited. generally, im not a kid kinda person but child innocence just somehow fascinates me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;yesterday was a boosting yet glum day. had malay remedial after school then went to go meet jihan to help her with her chem then out of nowhere, baldie pops in taking pictures of us. so in return, i took a picture of his bald head while he was obviously serenading it. wahahah. thats what you get for vialation of privacy and not asking permission. jerk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;today's impressions 8! woohooo! totally ditched my level buddies [sorry :'( ] so im going with yenny and wei ming. hope to have an awesome time.i kinda need it. heh. will upload pictures as soon as possible :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;well, guess thats all. long weekend ahead of me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;the journey's just beginning.&lt;/div&gt;&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/21692774-114378832180254273?l=forensicroyalty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://forensicroyalty.blogspot.com/feeds/114378832180254273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21692774&amp;postID=114378832180254273' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21692774/posts/default/114378832180254273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21692774/posts/default/114378832180254273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://forensicroyalty.blogspot.com/2006/03/hello-all_31.html' title=''/><author><name>dinisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16026858584111470148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.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>
