<?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-8856925</id><updated>2011-04-22T10:09:05.475+08:00</updated><title type='text'>motec.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sugaa-.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8856925/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugaa-.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8856925/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>iry.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06537295879390945077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://img167.imageshack.us/img167/1250/iryx0582xj7.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>455</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8856925.post-115972531752168909</id><published>2006-10-02T01:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-02T01:55:17.546+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Emily Haines</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5843/312/320/Special%20Birthday%20wish.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy birthday to myself (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As of yesterday, Children's Day, China's birthday plus mine, I'm a fellow LJ-er.&lt;br /&gt;If you do need to contact me, do e-mail me. I love e-mails, long ones especially. dorified_fish[AT]hotmail[DOT]com (my 3 year old e-mail, how cute)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life will be good. I'll still be alive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been wonderful time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8856925-115972531752168909?l=sugaa-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8856925/posts/default/115972531752168909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8856925/posts/default/115972531752168909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugaa-.blogspot.com/2006/10/emily-haines.html' title='Emily Haines'/><author><name>iry.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06537295879390945077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://img167.imageshack.us/img167/1250/iryx0582xj7.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8856925.post-115960748536622326</id><published>2006-09-30T16:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-30T17:11:25.380+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nothing And Nowhere</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5843/312/320/IRYX%2001.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My pig sty.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ignore the fan and the cables. It's all gone. The piles are still there though. Worksheets after worksheets, notes after notes.. all dumped at one of those tall piles. My brother screams at me all the time for his messy room. I'm sorry Neutral Boy. I'll clean your room once I have time. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 hour till I'm leaving house to meet Prema, Penny and Lavie. Swensens for break fast. How awesome can that get? &lt;i&gt;Makan&lt;/i&gt;, &lt;i&gt;makan, makan&lt;/i&gt;. Oh I'm still fasting. I have to resist thoughts that make me salivate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to crowd surf of a cliff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm off to get ready yaw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TOMORROW TOMORROW. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I hope you remember.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8856925-115960748536622326?l=sugaa-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8856925/posts/default/115960748536622326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8856925/posts/default/115960748536622326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugaa-.blogspot.com/2006/09/nothing-and-nowhere.html' title='Nothing And Nowhere'/><author><name>iry.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06537295879390945077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://img167.imageshack.us/img167/1250/iryx0582xj7.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8856925.post-115936149323863486</id><published>2006-09-27T20:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-27T20:51:33.266+08:00</updated><title type='text'>PENDULUM.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5843/312/320/IRYX%20018.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see dead fishes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Superlotado.&lt;br /&gt;Today in point-form.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Got scolded for socks.&lt;br /&gt;- Pendulum bob experiment.. I was highly inaccurate. Sad I was.&lt;br /&gt;- Died during English (was doing CGS MYE '06).&lt;br /&gt;- Studied after school with P&amp;P.&lt;br /&gt;- Crapped after school with P&amp;P. (LOL)&lt;br /&gt;- Got shoo-ed out of class by the security guard. &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;"GIRLS, 5.30! I WANT CLOSE DOORS."&lt;br /&gt;- Had a good laugh at Duck Dodgers theme song.&lt;br /&gt;- Feeling guilty for blogging instead of studying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love y'all.&lt;br /&gt;Toca-Discos. Lali Puna. Ticktack.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8856925-115936149323863486?l=sugaa-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8856925/posts/default/115936149323863486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8856925/posts/default/115936149323863486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugaa-.blogspot.com/2006/09/pendulum_27.html' title='PENDULUM.'/><author><name>iry.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06537295879390945077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://img167.imageshack.us/img167/1250/iryx0582xj7.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8856925.post-115919132881339619</id><published>2006-09-25T19:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-25T21:35:28.993+08:00</updated><title type='text'>PENDULUM.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5843/312/320/IRYX%20014.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where the green is.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, proper post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In every class I go to, I must hear that JC talk. I won't say I'm stressed. I mean who isn't? Besides Christina Suresh. Yes, I believe I'm going to her house one of these nights and steal her brain temporarily. I need those first three months. I'm not going to rot at home. I just want to make it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5843/312/320/DSCN6424.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HELL I LOVE YOU TOO. Can I have more fansigns? :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh no. Tomorrow is the long day in school. Last three periods.. English. I bet it's either comprehension or composition. I shan't complain. I need it. No English, No JC. Not even poly. I sound desperate for a JC. I do indeed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25 September 2015.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6 more days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Myspacing can really be boring. All I see is same people with same hairdos. No offence, especially to friends of mine. Myspacing.. it's only for the music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guetta rocks, I swear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every night, now, I dance my ass off. I want company. Misery loves company? Hawhaw Penny. Dance is the love, y'all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8856925-115919132881339619?l=sugaa-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8856925/posts/default/115919132881339619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8856925/posts/default/115919132881339619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugaa-.blogspot.com/2006/09/pendulum.html' title='PENDULUM.'/><author><name>iry.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06537295879390945077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://img167.imageshack.us/img167/1250/iryx0582xj7.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8856925.post-115918227021146450</id><published>2006-09-25T18:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-25T19:04:30.233+08:00</updated><title type='text'>AZAN</title><content type='html'>I've got dilute Sulphuric Acid, Iron (III) Chloride and Potassium Iodide in my jabbed finger. I think I'm going to die. WOOHZ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you know it's five weeks more to O levels?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Azri, no Paul Twohill all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's 5 minutes to break fast. I'm going to break fast. Yes, OMG FOOD. I want to eat sambal stingray. Wait, is it wrong for me to want food? But that's what I do everyday. Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHS Math paper and Bukit Panjang Govt. High Amath paper.. killer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm blogging random. Hell no, you can't see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sidd is having her study leave now. :( I won't see her in school anymore. Sidd, aku rindu kamu. Rawwwwr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HELL YES, IT TAKES A BIG HEART. I LOVE Y'ALL. It's the chemicals. Kill me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8856925-115918227021146450?l=sugaa-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8856925/posts/default/115918227021146450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8856925/posts/default/115918227021146450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugaa-.blogspot.com/2006/09/azan.html' title='AZAN'/><author><name>iry.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06537295879390945077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://img167.imageshack.us/img167/1250/iryx0582xj7.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8856925.post-115910701678907763</id><published>2006-09-24T21:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-24T22:10:16.806+08:00</updated><title type='text'>YOUNG LOVE - DISCOTECH</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5843/312/320/IRYX%20065.0.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My finger really hurts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The walls are really lime green. Not that colour in the photo, that's my brother's room. I'm currently bunking in his room because it's where the computer is and it's where my 2 years of study is, books, papers, files.. you name it. It's in his room. He's the neutral boy. I love him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stupid anonymous twit. I miss you, Putri. I miss you, Shirin. I miss you, Sidd. I hope I can celebrate my birthday with you guys. &amp;hearts; I hope to see the three of you pretty soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DISKOTEK. GET DOWN GET DOWN GIDDY UP THE DISCO. DISKO HONEEHHHH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To those who are fasting, I HOPE DAY ONE WAS GREAT. 29 more days. HAPPY RAMADHAN Y'ALL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the happy vibes again. I'm just happy for no reason again. Thank you, God. I rather be happy than suicidal. Wait, when was I ever suicidal?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GIDDY UP THE DISCO SEXORS.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8856925-115910701678907763?l=sugaa-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8856925/posts/default/115910701678907763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8856925/posts/default/115910701678907763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugaa-.blogspot.com/2006/09/young-love-discotech.html' title='YOUNG LOVE - DISCOTECH'/><author><name>iry.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06537295879390945077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://img167.imageshack.us/img167/1250/iryx0582xj7.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8856925.post-115901430963849373</id><published>2006-09-23T20:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-23T20:25:13.303+08:00</updated><title type='text'>madonna</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5843/312/320/IRYX%20028.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;PIMP&lt;/s&gt; PIP.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What goes around comes back around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spoke to that idiot yesterday. I love her. She called me cute. I called her sexy because I lifted her skirt. :D I know, am perversed but not as perversed. She just messaged me telling me how much she misses Nad. I miss her much as well. It's as if I can't let go. I can never let go. I never let go things that mean so much to me. It's way too painful. I can't let go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I updated her on my life. She updated me on her life. Yes, we've not met and crapped in a long time. I just called her an hour ago to further update her. I love her. It's Sidd, she's irresistable. &amp;hearts;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shashidamn too Kosseh Nanat! I don't understand what that means but it's rather cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K-k-koko crunch. Lappy sucks. So little songs. Rawr. They are painting the room. I don't want to help because I don't want to paint. I'm that mean, yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WELCOME TO THE ISLAND OF THE HONEST. DO WHAT YOU WANT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just feel like going on and on but it'll be pointless. Pointless = boring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok thank you and goodbye. This is Iryani signing out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8856925-115901430963849373?l=sugaa-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8856925/posts/default/115901430963849373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8856925/posts/default/115901430963849373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugaa-.blogspot.com/2006/09/madonna.html' title='madonna'/><author><name>iry.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06537295879390945077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://img167.imageshack.us/img167/1250/iryx0582xj7.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8856925.post-115897642361409849</id><published>2006-09-23T09:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-23T09:53:43.643+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Infadels</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 225px; height: 300px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5843/312/320/IRYX%20008.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't get enough.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got my Geog P1. I swear I screwed map. If not for map reading, I would have scored at least 35. No point regretting now. All I need to do now is study. Well, I'm heading for school in one and a half hours time. It's group study with P&amp;P (Penny and Prema) plus the Canon Digital IXUS 700.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad's re-painting my room today. I have to take down the collage. (I wasn't ok then when I heard I had to take them down but I am now.) I will take pictures of the new wall plus the crap I stuck on the wall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dior Homme models are still the best, you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And trust me, because I trust you. We won't drift away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fasting is round the corner. In fact, in 2 days. Cheryl, Jesslyn and Prema are going to eat in my face. Bring it on. They think I'll get tempted. Haha, childish people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm going to get ready for school and take down the rest of things on my wall. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I CAN'T GET ENOUGH. *dances*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8856925-115897642361409849?l=sugaa-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8856925/posts/default/115897642361409849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8856925/posts/default/115897642361409849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugaa-.blogspot.com/2006/09/infadels.html' title='Infadels'/><author><name>iry.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06537295879390945077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://img167.imageshack.us/img167/1250/iryx0582xj7.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8856925.post-115883423780988876</id><published>2006-09-21T17:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-21T18:27:26.006+08:00</updated><title type='text'>iiO</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5843/312/320/IRYX%20086.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss that idiot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Up, up, I go. Up, up, I go. I've yet to finish that collage I started on my wall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D I don't want to study. I don't want to sleep. I want collage. &amp;hearts;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pictures soon, I promise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Results on the 2nd October. What kind of a date is that? It isn't sane. After Children's day?! Kids wanna have fun man. Depresses me to think of results.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want a monocle. I want to look cool with a monocle. Hell yeah. Amputechtionary.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8856925-115883423780988876?l=sugaa-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8856925/posts/default/115883423780988876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8856925/posts/default/115883423780988876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugaa-.blogspot.com/2006/09/iio.html' title='iiO'/><author><name>iry.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06537295879390945077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://img167.imageshack.us/img167/1250/iryx0582xj7.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8856925.post-115875716875549314</id><published>2006-09-20T20:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-20T20:59:28.770+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Inara George</title><content type='html'>I would love to buy the whole of HMV. Mars Volta, 18 bucks. Rapture, 19 bucks. HOW CHEAP! But guess what, I'm broke. I want to live in HMV. I want David Guetta but it's 47 dollars. I want the house/electro/dance/indie albums. I have them in my computer but it isn't enough. Duh, originals are way cooler. My cd collection sucks, big time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monster House. Stupid but cute. Chowder.. how stupidly cute. Starbucks. Depressing. I felt depressed because I faced some tv showing skate stuffs. Don't ask why I'm depressed over that. But you know what, Mocha Frappucino is still the best, for me that is. I still want to live in HMV. Rawr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's school tomorrow. One day off is good, I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm supposed to be decorating my wall. Ok, I think I will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh before that, I have to say I detest people who smoke, generally. Don't smoke and cough in my face. What a bloody turn off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Fools in love, are there any creatures more pathetic?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inara George.. beautiful.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8856925-115875716875549314?l=sugaa-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8856925/posts/default/115875716875549314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8856925/posts/default/115875716875549314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugaa-.blogspot.com/2006/09/inara-george.html' title='Inara George'/><author><name>iry.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06537295879390945077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://img167.imageshack.us/img167/1250/iryx0582xj7.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8856925.post-115865195449873535</id><published>2006-09-19T15:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-19T19:43:57.946+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Beck</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5843/312/320/NAD%27S_DAY%20024.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wonders.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I were a dragon, right now, I can burn the whole Singapore down. Maybe I'm just tired. Maybe if I sleep, I'll be less angry. Maybe.. stop. In my angry state of mind, I actually went to download 8 albums. It's never enough, isn't it? Explain 4500++ songs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Botanical Gardens. 10 minutes walk from school. Evolution Garden, we morphed. Evolution Garden, where the perverts are. We know their hideouts. We know their every single move. Evolution Garden, we will worship the Almighty Penny. Turtles sunbathing. Swans, with really ugly feet, swimming. All the rich &lt;i&gt;Angmoh&lt;/i&gt; wives doing yoga while the rich Chinese wives do &lt;i&gt;Taichi&lt;/i&gt;. (Penny, would you go again with me on Thursday with the camera? Remember, mission BIG TREE.) Walk walk walk. My feet got pretty sore but it's all good. I needed that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Preliminary exams are over. Happy days? No, not yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll move to Livejournal on the 1st of October.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8856925-115865195449873535?l=sugaa-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8856925/posts/default/115865195449873535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8856925/posts/default/115865195449873535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugaa-.blogspot.com/2006/09/beck.html' title='Beck'/><author><name>iry.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06537295879390945077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://img167.imageshack.us/img167/1250/iryx0582xj7.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8856925.post-115856401098652219</id><published>2006-09-18T15:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-18T20:55:57.976+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thievery Corporation</title><content type='html'>I think I will permanently move to Livejournal. I'll still keep this to post pictures and little snippets of my life. If you do know my livejournal, good for you but it's 90% friends only. To those who don't, you won't really miss anything. I just thought I needed some privacy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I couldn't sleep. I lay there, bewildered by what I was feeling, my head whirling with a confusion of images and fantasies, like a badly edited film, my thoughts cirling obsessively, out of control. Finally, around dawn, I fell into an exhausted sleep. But my dreams were neither sweet nor consoling - although they began pleasantly enough. Blissfully, in fact.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's definitely a break for me now. I need that break, the one I've wanted for over a year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you too. It's not goodbye to the old but it's just welcoming the new. I'm waiting for the new to arrive. +/-, seriously. Choose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's always bad, everything is bad. Penny, you lied. I'm hurt. You liar. It's dead. Your's still alive, though you said that it's barely breathing. It's still pumping. Liar. But you know what, I don't really bother. :) Thank you for that 2 hours on the phone. Wednesday, yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This will be random. But to end, every guy should dress the way Dior Homme models do. Emo hair and orgasm overload.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8856925-115856401098652219?l=sugaa-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8856925/posts/default/115856401098652219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8856925/posts/default/115856401098652219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugaa-.blogspot.com/2006/09/thievery-corporation_18.html' title='Thievery Corporation'/><author><name>iry.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06537295879390945077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://img167.imageshack.us/img167/1250/iryx0582xj7.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8856925.post-115850696044545540</id><published>2006-09-17T23:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-17T23:29:20.460+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ajksdwwww</title><content type='html'>No. I must resist. I must forget. I will forget. I know I can. It's over a year already but I know I can. It's not that hard. Just think less. Talk less. Ignore more. I want to. I need to break away. The routine, it's getting boring. It seems to be revolving the same thing/person everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I know it's easier said than done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+/- you choose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it really that bad when I'm sad? Y/N you choose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You choose and tell me now. I hate waiting. Just tell me, then I'll get over it. It's not like as if I haven't make my move. Choose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Choices. S. U. C. K. Please let the choices be good for Amath tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8856925-115850696044545540?l=sugaa-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8856925/posts/default/115850696044545540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8856925/posts/default/115850696044545540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugaa-.blogspot.com/2006/09/ajksdwwww.html' title='ajksdwwww'/><author><name>iry.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06537295879390945077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://img167.imageshack.us/img167/1250/iryx0582xj7.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8856925.post-115845915953992520</id><published>2006-09-17T09:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-17T10:16:02.916+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thievery Corporation</title><content type='html'>It will be a good day. That's because I said so. Better be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My head is better. That feeling is pretty much no more. I lied in bed the whole day. I sat through tuition with a throbbing head. Not really productive but re-cap lesson for me. Yesterday was just spent in bed. I sat in darkness. I couldn't sleep but I think I managed to fall asleep at 11 but woke up every 30 minutes. I decided to switch my computer off at 1.30am. I think I messaged someone before that (I checked my phone this morning. I don't even recall it.) but I wasn't in the right head so it's pretty nonsensical.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm having a downloading spree. New Young Pony Club, 2 De Facto, 2 Maximillian Hecker, 2 Hot Chip, Junior Boys, Thievery Corporation, Nip Tuck S4 OST, Bear vs Shark and 3 Mum. God bless the universe, amen. I've yet to listen to Nip Tuck. The tracklisting is mighty fine. Every single album.. so good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My male model fetish has been quiet for some time. IT HAS BEEN AWAKEN. At 8.30am, male_rm@lj was so irresistable. Men with such beautiful and structured facial features, hot bods.. can you imagine? That's the first thing I did in the morning. Swooning. However, Michael Kors collection didn't have any good models, very average. His clothes were good though. Andrew Cooper.. best British model. But nobody beats Danny Beauchamp and Mathias Lauridsen. Hell, check them out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's Amaths &lt;i&gt;chiong&lt;/i&gt;-ing for me today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;p.s.&lt;/b&gt; Erin, no snogger kaaayzzzz. Babies for you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8856925-115845915953992520?l=sugaa-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8856925/posts/default/115845915953992520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8856925/posts/default/115845915953992520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugaa-.blogspot.com/2006/09/thievery-corporation.html' title='Thievery Corporation'/><author><name>iry.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06537295879390945077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://img167.imageshack.us/img167/1250/iryx0582xj7.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8856925.post-115832319261709541</id><published>2006-09-15T20:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-15T20:26:32.633+08:00</updated><title type='text'>royksopp.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5843/312/320/PERFORMANCE%20003.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vanity and pride added into one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My head is pounding. It's that feeling again. I want to rip my head off my body. I'm here because I tried sleeping and yes, I failed. I ate &lt;i&gt;Horfun&lt;/i&gt; and chicken porridge. Both at the same time. Believe it. I thought after not eating proper meals for two days was causing this. But, it's not. Two more papers, come on. Don't die on me, brain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The force you generate, you reinvigorate. Surely, you impress.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8856925-115832319261709541?l=sugaa-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8856925/posts/default/115832319261709541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8856925/posts/default/115832319261709541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugaa-.blogspot.com/2006/09/royksopp.html' title='royksopp.'/><author><name>iry.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06537295879390945077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://img167.imageshack.us/img167/1250/iryx0582xj7.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8856925.post-115820711229399353</id><published>2006-09-14T12:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-14T12:11:52.310+08:00</updated><title type='text'>interpolis.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Not my day at all.&lt;br /&gt;Amath was good,&lt;br /&gt;but it's not my day at all.&lt;br /&gt;Never good having to come home and fight.&lt;br /&gt;Nanny nanny boo boo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;IT'S THE CYBORG JOCKEYS&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;ASSWIPE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8856925-115820711229399353?l=sugaa-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8856925/posts/default/115820711229399353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8856925/posts/default/115820711229399353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugaa-.blogspot.com/2006/09/interpolis.html' title='interpolis.'/><author><name>iry.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06537295879390945077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://img167.imageshack.us/img167/1250/iryx0582xj7.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8856925.post-115805112125197916</id><published>2006-09-12T16:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-12T16:52:01.336+08:00</updated><title type='text'>CSS</title><content type='html'>I don't have any substance. My head is currently blank. Maybe because of what I did last night which I think now is utterly stupid after I read something somewhere. I don't know. My head is still blank. Maybe it's a sign. A sign to cram 5-8 chapters of History. &lt;i&gt;Suck suck suck my art hole!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love it when random lyrics will pop into your head. I will sing that same part over and over again, be it out loud or secretly (Shh). And the best part, I still won't know what song that is. &lt;i&gt;Music is my hot hot sex.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cansei de Ser Sexy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate it when I do random things, especially stupid ones. What have I done? What to do? Nobody's there. Why? LONER, HAH. Randomness is the shit, yo. &lt;i&gt;SUPER AFIM BABY!&lt;/I&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shit, I haven't run for days. I want to run but I always fall asleep. Eat, sleep, study, computer. Penny, come to my house again. This time, I swear it'll be productive. No Lost/Grey's episodes. Maybe cartoons, kay? Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will be napping. Well, I'm napping now. Napped.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8856925-115805112125197916?l=sugaa-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8856925/posts/default/115805112125197916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8856925/posts/default/115805112125197916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugaa-.blogspot.com/2006/09/css.html' title='CSS'/><author><name>iry.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06537295879390945077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://img167.imageshack.us/img167/1250/iryx0582xj7.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8856925.post-115797022650976739</id><published>2006-09-11T18:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-11T18:23:46.510+08:00</updated><title type='text'>METRIC</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You know, I almost died today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yeah, I came like this close.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;How would you feel if I died and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;you didn't get a chance to go out with me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do I love Grey's or what?&lt;br /&gt;I love your hair. Psssh, you know that already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8856925-115797022650976739?l=sugaa-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8856925/posts/default/115797022650976739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8856925/posts/default/115797022650976739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugaa-.blogspot.com/2006/09/metric_115797022650976739.html' title='METRIC'/><author><name>iry.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06537295879390945077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://img167.imageshack.us/img167/1250/iryx0582xj7.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8856925.post-115782415621913808</id><published>2006-09-10T01:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-10T01:50:48.616+08:00</updated><title type='text'>dirtycinder.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img  src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5843/312/320/IRYX%20157.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am lying if I told myself that I've lost my feelings for you.&lt;br /&gt;dirtycinder.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8856925-115782415621913808?l=sugaa-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8856925/posts/default/115782415621913808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8856925/posts/default/115782415621913808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugaa-.blogspot.com/2006/09/dirtycinder.html' title='dirtycinder.'/><author><name>iry.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06537295879390945077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://img167.imageshack.us/img167/1250/iryx0582xj7.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8856925.post-115781752406207760</id><published>2006-09-09T23:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-09T23:58:44.080+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rapture.</title><content type='html'>I drew on my brother's wall. He's going to freak out and die because nobody else draws on his wall except him. Not my fault. IT TAKES A BIG HEART TO STUDY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My uncle in Malaysia passed away today. ): I'm always reminded that everyone has to die one day. One question though, why can't the bad people die first?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cram session today. Finished cramming Chemistry. Now, am struggling to cram Geography. 3 chapters done, at least 4 more. I won't study Agriculture at all. I will not. I won't even study it for O levels and I'm serious. I don't want to cultivate padi. I don't want a farmer boy as my boyfriend. That's how much I hate Agriculture, the chapter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why I detest History now. I used to love it. Now, when I open my textbook, it's the same feeling I get when I open my Social Studies textbook. I'll just push the book and notes aside and do something else. Oh yeah, Mao has been appearing in the papers. Such a good leader with bad policies, irony of it all. I always laugh when I study the Great Leap Forward. Oh, the stupid things they do. Haha, but very amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IT TAKES A BIG HEART, A VERY BIG HEART. ARE YOU EVEN LISTENING? HELL NAWH.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8856925-115781752406207760?l=sugaa-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8856925/posts/default/115781752406207760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8856925/posts/default/115781752406207760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugaa-.blogspot.com/2006/09/rapture_09.html' title='Rapture.'/><author><name>iry.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06537295879390945077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://img167.imageshack.us/img167/1250/iryx0582xj7.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8856925.post-115772975619651061</id><published>2006-09-08T23:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-08T23:35:56.220+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Rapture - The Devil</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Note to self&lt;/b&gt;: 12th September, release of two albums. TMV and The Rapture. Go get them. Better get them or your cd collection will suck. Set.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I had Penny over for &lt;s&gt;entertainment&lt;/s&gt; study. We watched yesterday's episode of Lost and JT's VMA video. We sat and talked &lt;s&gt;boys&lt;/s&gt; Chemistry. 10 minutes of Neopets for her. 10 minutes of wtf-neopets-lah-penny! for me. Penny-Iry-Chris conversation rocks. She made me happy. She called me a pig. Wtf, look who's talking. But she's the pig I love. (HAPPY!?) &amp;hearts;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swear I could just blast my speakers and start dancing now. Must. Get. The. Raptuuuuuuuuuuuuure. Do or die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love my LJ comments on album_love. They make me high. Hiiigh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8856925-115772975619651061?l=sugaa-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8856925/posts/default/115772975619651061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8856925/posts/default/115772975619651061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugaa-.blogspot.com/2006/09/rapture-devil.html' title='The Rapture - The Devil'/><author><name>iry.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06537295879390945077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://img167.imageshack.us/img167/1250/iryx0582xj7.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8856925.post-115768674942435321</id><published>2006-09-08T11:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-08T11:39:09.440+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MARSVOLTA</title><content type='html'>12am 8 sept 2006&lt;br /&gt;"syeila just had to rub it in."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12.31am 8 sept 2006&lt;br /&gt;"syeila disturbed me. i'm feeling disturbed now."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12.41am 8 sept 2006&lt;br /&gt;"syeila threatened me"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12.55am 8 sept 2006&lt;br /&gt;"syeila wants to be invited to my wedding."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12.56am 8 sept 2006&lt;br /&gt;"syeila threatened me again."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha last night was fun. I was literally laughing out loud. It was good entertainment and a heart-to-heart talk. I was telling her everything like when she was back here. Ah, AKU RINDU KAU SEH. Come back to Singapore, hurry! :)) (Eh, I can't remember my dream. What seh.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Penny is coming over in 1 hours time. Yay. I can't wait. We are going to study!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm feeling rather high. High. Hiiigh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8856925-115768674942435321?l=sugaa-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8856925/posts/default/115768674942435321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8856925/posts/default/115768674942435321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugaa-.blogspot.com/2006/09/marsvolta.html' title='MARSVOLTA'/><author><name>iry.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06537295879390945077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://img167.imageshack.us/img167/1250/iryx0582xj7.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8856925.post-115764213189400772</id><published>2006-09-07T23:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-07T23:15:31.913+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rapture</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dance is your pulse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Your heartbeat, your breathing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;It's the rhythm of your life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;It's the expression in the time &amp; movement,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;in happiness, joy, sadness &amp;amp; envy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;How do I tell you that I'm worried?&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/8856925-115764213189400772?l=sugaa-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8856925/posts/default/115764213189400772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8856925/posts/default/115764213189400772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugaa-.blogspot.com/2006/09/rapture.html' title='Rapture'/><author><name>iry.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06537295879390945077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://img167.imageshack.us/img167/1250/iryx0582xj7.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8856925.post-115760443833784448</id><published>2006-09-07T12:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-07T13:28:47.103+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Meccamputechture - TMV</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;/edit&lt;/span&gt; I was reading my archives. I miss what we had in the old days. I miss Nadiah. I miss all of it. I want it back. I really want it back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 days left to &lt;i&gt;chiong&lt;/i&gt;. Prema's sick. Get well soon! You can recover in 4 days! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Study at JRL yesterday. Eating malt candy in the library, hell fun. Doing math papers, total killer. 1 hour with you, out of the world. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Penny came over last night. View folders after folders of pictures, talked about the layout of our class photo page, took photos, watched Earl on lappy.. COME OVER AGAIN. (: Ok, have fun today. I know what you are doing today. Lololol Have fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to &lt;i&gt;chiong&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8856925-115760443833784448?l=sugaa-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8856925/posts/default/115760443833784448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8856925/posts/default/115760443833784448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugaa-.blogspot.com/2006/09/meccamputechture-tmv.html' title='Meccamputechture - TMV'/><author><name>iry.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06537295879390945077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://img167.imageshack.us/img167/1250/iryx0582xj7.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8856925.post-115742314120499083</id><published>2006-09-05T10:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-05T10:25:41.230+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hot Chip</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5843/312/320/IRYX%20006.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exposure Compensation: -2 step&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8856925-115742314120499083?l=sugaa-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8856925/posts/default/115742314120499083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8856925/posts/default/115742314120499083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugaa-.blogspot.com/2006/09/hot-chip.html' title='Hot Chip'/><author><name>iry.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06537295879390945077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://img167.imageshack.us/img167/1250/iryx0582xj7.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8856925.post-115737967901107327</id><published>2006-09-04T22:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-04T22:21:19.036+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MARS VOLTA</title><content type='html'>I'm happy. My charts updated. My weekend doze of Omar paid off after all. Top, yo. Now, I need to get more plays for TMV. I'm actually very happy with my chart. Now, I'm aiming 20,000 plays. Oh, before I forget, I think Cedric mistook the dictionary for the bible. How holy is that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I still can't get over that fact too. In fact, I want more.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok. Steve Irwin died. He's the only explorer/animalfreak guy I watch on tv. At the door, my mom, with full of expression, said, "CROC MAN DIED!" Bless him and his family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to be faster. My brain thinks so slowly. Stop making fun of me. Not funny, ok!? Hahahahahaha, really amusing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8856925-115737967901107327?l=sugaa-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8856925/posts/default/115737967901107327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8856925/posts/default/115737967901107327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugaa-.blogspot.com/2006/09/mars-volta.html' title='MARS VOLTA'/><author><name>iry.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06537295879390945077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://img167.imageshack.us/img167/1250/iryx0582xj7.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8856925.post-115729674147448780</id><published>2006-09-03T23:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-03T23:19:01.490+08:00</updated><title type='text'>TMV</title><content type='html'>I was reading the official lyrics for Amputechture. I had no clue. Cedric is a genius beyond comparison. Nadeo and I were interpreting his lyrics but we suck at it. It was  good try though. &lt;i&gt;WE ARE SACROSANCTTTTT&lt;/i&gt;! He has a wide range of vocabulary and I rather read his lyrics than read books. Phwoarz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 hour English lesson. I can do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good luck to those taking N Levels. &amp;hearts;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8856925-115729674147448780?l=sugaa-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8856925/posts/default/115729674147448780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8856925/posts/default/115729674147448780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugaa-.blogspot.com/2006/09/tmv.html' title='TMV'/><author><name>iry.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06537295879390945077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://img167.imageshack.us/img167/1250/iryx0582xj7.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8856925.post-115728068312334782</id><published>2006-09-03T18:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-03T18:51:23.140+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Omar A. Rodriguez-Lopez</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was real. I hope we can do it again. Let's meet again, k? (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been playing Omar's album over and over again. It's the shit. I need new blank cds. I broke my limit of below 4000 songs. I'm supposed to be transfering them to my lappy but hell, am I lazy or what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to snap. I miss having new photos to edit and play with. I just miss it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God, rewind time please.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8856925-115728068312334782?l=sugaa-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8856925/posts/default/115728068312334782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8856925/posts/default/115728068312334782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugaa-.blogspot.com/2006/09/omar-rodriguez-lopez.html' title='Omar A. Rodriguez-Lopez'/><author><name>iry.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06537295879390945077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://img167.imageshack.us/img167/1250/iryx0582xj7.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8856925.post-115720368423539482</id><published>2006-09-02T21:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-02T21:31:51.086+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gnarls Barkleeeeeyyyyyy</title><content type='html'>Due to the fact that Prema got me hooked to Gnarls Barkley's Crazy, I can't stop repeating it. &lt;i&gt;Does that make me craaaazzzyyy? Possibly.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is, by far, the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;BEST&lt;/span&gt; day ever. Seriously, if I don't scream now, I think I'll explode.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'm CRAZY. Hooooo yeah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8856925-115720368423539482?l=sugaa-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8856925/posts/default/115720368423539482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8856925/posts/default/115720368423539482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugaa-.blogspot.com/2006/09/gnarls-barkleeeeeyyyyyy.html' title='Gnarls Barkleeeeeyyyyyy'/><author><name>iry.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06537295879390945077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://img167.imageshack.us/img167/1250/iryx0582xj7.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8856925.post-115711877852860117</id><published>2006-09-01T21:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-01T22:05:00.600+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gnarls Barkley</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;/edit&lt;/b&gt; OMAR OMAR OMAR HERE I COME. HELL, I LOVE HER WHOEVER SHE IS THAT LIVES IN AUSTRALIA. AND OMG, MATHIAS = PURE SEX. My male model obsession is back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please remember to read The Sunday Times. St. Margaret's has the most disliked uniform as the survey says. I have to disagree though I don't really like the school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teachers' Day. By far the worst ever. No concert. That's the most stupid thing any school management would do. Drastic change indeed. I sat at the hall, watching a big pink ball, called KINBALL (sp?) or something, being pass around. The ball is around my height, ok slightly shorter. The class party.. I took the food and went away because I felt like not being there. Sorry 4/3. To all teachers out there, Happy Teachers' Day! Thank you for imparting knowledge into me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was the funniest at the library. I actually thought that Delifrance at the Jurong Entertainment Centre (what is it called again? I forgot. Lol) was Bistro. In the end, Prema and I shared a plate of cheesy Lasagne. Ah, filled with tomato and cheese goodness. Prema is mad. You're mad, you hear. I won't bring food from home anymore. Lol. There were a lot of weird people at Jurong. I can just type every single stupid conversation both of us had but I can't because I need to study. Hahahaha, can you imagine what stupid conversations we have? HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom keeps on talking about her dreams. "You got 11 points. blablabla." I totally shut her up by saying, "Stop stressing me if you want me to get my 11 points." I didn't talk throughout the whole time I was eating lunch. Seriously, she keeps on telling you how much you got in her dreams. I feel so fucking pressured. I have my goals too. I'm doing this for myself, I know. I am selfish. It's just hellhole sitting at home with your mom doing all this shit to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you tell me.. are we ok?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8856925-115711877852860117?l=sugaa-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8856925/posts/default/115711877852860117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8856925/posts/default/115711877852860117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugaa-.blogspot.com/2006/09/gnarls-barkley.html' title='Gnarls Barkley'/><author><name>iry.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06537295879390945077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://img167.imageshack.us/img167/1250/iryx0582xj7.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8856925.post-115685539552057974</id><published>2006-08-29T20:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-29T20:46:18.223+08:00</updated><title type='text'>JT</title><content type='html'>The bus ride made me depressed. The wind blowing in my hair. The racing cars during the peak hours. The picturesque evening sky. It was beyond my control. Even I am beyond my own control.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A free seat. I sat. I stopped listening to the music and I just stared ahead of me. I was very spaced out that I didn't even realized that an old Chinese lady was falling asleep on me. I didn't even bother waking her up. I just continued thinking and thinking and thinking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Can anybody out there hear me? 'Cos I can't seem to hear myself.&lt;br /&gt;Can anybody out there see me? 'Cos I can't seem to see myself.&lt;br /&gt;There's gotta be a heaven somewhere. Can you save me from this hell?&lt;br /&gt;Can anybody out there feel me? 'Cos I can't seem to feel myself.&lt;br /&gt;Keep losing my way. Can you help me find my way?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No way. I'm trying. I am trying my very best. So yes, I'm trying. Don't you dare say I'm not trying because I'm trying very hard to forgive and forget. I'm trying. Can you help me along? I'm afraid you won't. If it is so, I'll let go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't look into my mother's eyes. Fuck.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8856925-115685539552057974?l=sugaa-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8856925/posts/default/115685539552057974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8856925/posts/default/115685539552057974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugaa-.blogspot.com/2006/08/jt.html' title='JT'/><author><name>iry.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06537295879390945077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://img167.imageshack.us/img167/1250/iryx0582xj7.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8856925.post-115676920616961914</id><published>2006-08-28T20:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-28T20:46:46.186+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MOVING UNITS</title><content type='html'>I feel like dancing the night away. I just want to dance non-stop. Just dance. Dance till you drop. Aftermath of not having dance practices, very possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;It's a task and then, when you complete it&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Were you lonely when, I wasn't needed&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Cause it's natural, to feel unfaithful&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;When you're going to, be anyway&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Ah-ah-ah&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I know it's difficult now, but you can try to&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Was it worth all the fuss, 'cause, I feel so seedy&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I'll make it easy for you, what a disaster&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;We couldn't go wrong, any faster&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very addictive. I want them to come to Singapore. Someone saw them live. How unfair is that? I want to dance and bounce too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, a flash. The thought of Physics practical just now is just scaring me. Everybody got their gradient as .5? Mine and Felicia's were 1.2-1.3? If O levels are like this, I'm dead, so dead. I hate SS. I don't feel like studying anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pointless, right?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8856925-115676920616961914?l=sugaa-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8856925/posts/default/115676920616961914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8856925/posts/default/115676920616961914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugaa-.blogspot.com/2006/08/moving-units.html' title='MOVING UNITS'/><author><name>iry.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06537295879390945077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://img167.imageshack.us/img167/1250/iryx0582xj7.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8856925.post-115668633774936588</id><published>2006-08-27T21:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-27T21:45:37.776+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Starlight Mints</title><content type='html'>I keep on playing Justin Timberlake over and over again. The secret: I looooooove JT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4km Friday. 3.5km today. I. want. to. die. DIE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My entries are pointless now. So pointless because it's better with a locked LJ. Go go LJ. But, I'm not ditching bspot. :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Physics practical. BRING IT ON!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8856925-115668633774936588?l=sugaa-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8856925/posts/default/115668633774936588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8856925/posts/default/115668633774936588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugaa-.blogspot.com/2006/08/starlight-mints.html' title='The Starlight Mints'/><author><name>iry.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06537295879390945077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://img167.imageshack.us/img167/1250/iryx0582xj7.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8856925.post-115659411304802623</id><published>2006-08-26T20:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-26T21:10:48.213+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nouvelle Vague</title><content type='html'>I'm here to tell you that I ran yesterday afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img225.imageshack.us/img225/5765/routegd7.jpg"&gt;CLICK&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to do this more often. It's fun.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8856925-115659411304802623?l=sugaa-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8856925/posts/default/115659411304802623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8856925/posts/default/115659411304802623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugaa-.blogspot.com/2006/08/nouvelle-vague.html' title='Nouvelle Vague'/><author><name>iry.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06537295879390945077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://img167.imageshack.us/img167/1250/iryx0582xj7.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8856925.post-115641715729743010</id><published>2006-08-24T18:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-24T18:59:17.323+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lisa Papineau</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 170px; height: 134px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5843/312/320/IMG_3296.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's tomorrow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8856925-115641715729743010?l=sugaa-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8856925/posts/default/115641715729743010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8856925/posts/default/115641715729743010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugaa-.blogspot.com/2006/08/lisa-papineau.html' title='Lisa Papineau'/><author><name>iry.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06537295879390945077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://img167.imageshack.us/img167/1250/iryx0582xj7.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8856925.post-115634505259415362</id><published>2006-08-23T22:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-24T18:47:26.383+08:00</updated><title type='text'>VIVE LA FETE</title><content type='html'>I'm missing a lot of things. I'm missing old albums I deleted, the hardcore ones. I'm missing many people. I will name them. Sidd!, Putri, Shirin, Nadd, Mamat, Sam, Abg, Iza, Syeila (oi, sorry haven't reply email for the longest time! maaf distinction student!) and Malay dance gang. :( I feel like I'm only socializing with my books and the four walls of the room. I'm missing PE/running at the park. I'm missing my daily homework book that's extremely cool. I'm missing a lot of things. Daaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaamn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, studying every afternoon in school = fun and productive. *thumbs up*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shit, I'm sleepy. I need to sleep. So sleep.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8856925-115634505259415362?l=sugaa-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8856925/posts/default/115634505259415362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8856925/posts/default/115634505259415362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugaa-.blogspot.com/2006/08/vive-la-fete.html' title='VIVE LA FETE'/><author><name>iry.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06537295879390945077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://img167.imageshack.us/img167/1250/iryx0582xj7.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8856925.post-115625974983433254</id><published>2006-08-22T23:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-22T23:15:49.850+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Block under the party.</title><content type='html'>I have learnt that Singapore has put a lot of effort into making our education system more interactive and interesting for us. However, I feel that the stress is killing everyone. By the time the students step out of the hall on the last day of O's, (I think) we would all be dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Swiss watches. Swatch. Vocational Training. Institutes of Technical Education (ITE). Medical services. Medisave. Compulsory savings. Medifund. Medishield. Voluntary. Social Studies. Shit, now. I don't think we will ever go through anymore of our papers. I'm not complaining but he is just not doing his job. As much as he doesn't want to teach us, he has to. I mean, he said he won't get credit or whatsoever. But doesn't he want to see his form class do well, especially in his subject? I feel like SS lessons are pointless. I rather sit outside and study something else. I feel that taking elec. Hist is such a waste since my SS is going to be full of shit. I love elec. Hist. How can this be? I cannot not bother. It's disturbing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rawr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My computer is screwed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note to self: &lt;a href="http://cd-tracker.com/item_list_v2.asp?UserId=19147&amp;order_by="&gt;Update&lt;/a&gt;, asswipe. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What happen to Andre?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8856925-115625974983433254?l=sugaa-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8856925/posts/default/115625974983433254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8856925/posts/default/115625974983433254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugaa-.blogspot.com/2006/08/block-under-party.html' title='Block under the party.'/><author><name>iry.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06537295879390945077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://img167.imageshack.us/img167/1250/iryx0582xj7.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8856925.post-115616655872687475</id><published>2006-08-21T21:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-21T21:22:38.746+08:00</updated><title type='text'>J.E.M - 23</title><content type='html'>I'm never happy anymore. This time, it's totally. I tried being happy but I fail after a while. The feeling doesn't last long anymore. It's not right. There's something wrong somewhere. I don't even know where it went wrong. It sounds like I've been cursed by someone who is probably my worst enemy. I know I've made mistakes in my life but this is not how God should punish me. Not right now. Not when I'm stressing about Prelims or even O's. That is not the way. Sometimes, I pray and I wonder how many times it worked. Sometimes, it does but maybe that's just pure hard work or so my heart says.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sit and study. The next moment I sit and think. Think about all sorts of possible choices I would make in my life. Think about all the memorable mental notes and photos. Think about all the good times. Where have the good times go? It sort of disappeared into thin air. Like it vanished before my very own eyes. My own happiness. I don't know whether I'm making myself feel miserable but I just need some good in my life right now. Just something good that will help regain my confidence to carry on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to watch Grey's and cry my heart out. Listen, my HEART out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8856925-115616655872687475?l=sugaa-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8856925/posts/default/115616655872687475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8856925/posts/default/115616655872687475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugaa-.blogspot.com/2006/08/jem-23.html' title='J.E.M - 23'/><author><name>iry.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06537295879390945077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://img167.imageshack.us/img167/1250/iryx0582xj7.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8856925.post-115607633432458866</id><published>2006-08-20T20:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-20T20:18:54.343+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Portugal. The Man</title><content type='html'>Love, you ought to fly away with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was such a bitter day for me. I don't even know how to describe it. It was just a horrible nightmare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Tag Replies&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;wei&lt;/b&gt; A change it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;prema&lt;/b&gt; How I wish it was that easy uh dear small God. :D And what special person all. ;P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;captain oats&lt;/b&gt; Thank you (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;fatz&lt;/b&gt; Thanks! Yeah I will. Don't worry. I've yet to see you online seh. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8856925-115607633432458866?l=sugaa-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8856925/posts/default/115607633432458866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8856925/posts/default/115607633432458866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugaa-.blogspot.com/2006/08/portugal-man.html' title='Portugal. The Man'/><author><name>iry.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06537295879390945077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://img167.imageshack.us/img167/1250/iryx0582xj7.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8856925.post-115591577186122863</id><published>2006-08-18T23:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-18T23:42:51.863+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Butterfly Boucher</title><content type='html'>I will never let it go. Never. Do you hear? NEVER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New layout. Small. Colourful. I just need to move from big layouts and the old colour scheme was getting boring though I love the design. I just need something bright to make my life cheerful. Comment if you like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything that anybody says pretty much goes in and out of my head. Study, study, study. I stay late in school to study. My mom calls, "Where are you? Why can't you study at home?" "Uhm because you scream and yell." She got hell pissed. Too bad. I love her still. Have to. Forced. No, kidding. I love her ok. From the bottom of the bottom of my heart. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tired. Sleep. Sleeped. Cut. Cutteded. Bye. Byed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;English is weird. Weirded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/snores&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8856925-115591577186122863?l=sugaa-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8856925/posts/default/115591577186122863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8856925/posts/default/115591577186122863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugaa-.blogspot.com/2006/08/butterfly-boucher.html' title='Butterfly Boucher'/><author><name>iry.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06537295879390945077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://img167.imageshack.us/img167/1250/iryx0582xj7.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8856925.post-115573942119266206</id><published>2006-08-16T22:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-16T22:47:01.386+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Frou Frou</title><content type='html'>Quick update. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My orals went pretty well. I was constantly talking like constantly blabbering whatever that came to mind. I remembered whatever Mrs Raj said, so I'm very thankful for her English lessons ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I screwed my Amaths test. I, holy shit, think it's the easiest paper ever and due to careless mistakes, I screwed it. Bad bad. Mom's going to kill me for not having tuition, no kidding. (Note to self: be prepared to die!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School's pretty fun. Good and bad. I decided not to retake MT. IT'S OUT OF MY LIFE, BABY! Ok, I'm happy about that. Good. Very good. Excellent in fact. Now my worries, practicals and SS paper. Dates under the navigation section. Check it out and faint at the sight of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm waiting for Ilya's camera's release from the jail of the Discipline Mistress. 10 more days till the camera is free. Poor camera must have been suffering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, I have a short day tomorrow. I'll study after that. I'm productive today. SS source base and 2 essays (about 1 and 3/4 pages each) and next, Amaths Tanjong Katong paper. /breathes in. Don't die, iry. Don't. Or not yet, at least.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Farewell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I don't think I'll be on hiatus :\ or maybe. Idk)&lt;br /&gt;p.s. I can't tag on Haloscan at anybody's blog. Sooorry. I'll reply tags once I'm free-er.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8856925-115573942119266206?l=sugaa-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8856925/posts/default/115573942119266206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8856925/posts/default/115573942119266206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugaa-.blogspot.com/2006/08/frou-frou.html' title='Frou Frou'/><author><name>iry.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06537295879390945077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://img167.imageshack.us/img167/1250/iryx0582xj7.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8856925.post-115555518161289057</id><published>2006-08-14T18:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-14T19:33:01.666+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Metric</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5843/312/320/040206%20006.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Green grass looks good," says Cow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is my O level English Oral. I hope to do well in it. I know I can. Who says I can't? Yeah I can. Hell, we can. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can't imagine how happy I was last night. I actually finished studying whatever I needed to. I thank you with all my heart ok. Thank you, really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Indeed I was standing on solid ground. Before me was a landscape of varying hues and shapes, light and shadows. But could I understand what I was seeing? Or, rather, did the things I saw represent the ultimate reality? After all, what we see is merely appearance, one of the many forms or masks that reality assumes; beneath it lie other, perhaps infinite layers. The blue of the sea and sky, the green of the mountains and forests look different at each stage of our approach; our view changes as we go from magnifying glass to microscope to the physics of elementary particles. Where, then, does seeing end? Does it have a limit?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dare to dream and make it real. Disney Channel says so. Kids, go get wings and fly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8856925-115555518161289057?l=sugaa-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8856925/posts/default/115555518161289057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8856925/posts/default/115555518161289057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugaa-.blogspot.com/2006/08/metric.html' title='Metric'/><author><name>iry.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06537295879390945077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://img167.imageshack.us/img167/1250/iryx0582xj7.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8856925.post-115545208330443823</id><published>2006-08-13T14:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-13T20:42:45.516+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sia</title><content type='html'>I don't know what to do. I really don't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day out. Study out. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I want out&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm back to watching Grey's and crying all over again. Shit, it's addictive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you, good luck with your tests.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note to self: Good luck with my own shit and return library books, idiot.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8856925-115545208330443823?l=sugaa-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8856925/posts/default/115545208330443823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8856925/posts/default/115545208330443823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugaa-.blogspot.com/2006/08/sia.html' title='Sia'/><author><name>iry.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06537295879390945077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://img167.imageshack.us/img167/1250/iryx0582xj7.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8856925.post-115538489412712119</id><published>2006-08-12T19:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-12T20:14:54.676+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Superafim (Eu Cansei) - CSS</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 188px; height: 250px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5843/312/320/IRYX%20129.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poofy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not feeling too well. My diarrhoea developed into a fever with a series of puking sessions. My orals are in 3 days and I'm sick. How cool is that? :&lt;br /&gt;Well, for my Malay O Level results, I got a B3. Happy yet not happy. I don't even know what I'm feeling. Cikgu advised me to retake and my mom is telling me to retake indirectly. I want to but I don't think I will be committed to studying Malay. I mean to me, it's just Malay. I hardly speak Malay at all. Sometimes, not at all. I have English, Maths, Amaths, Physics, Chemistry, Elec. History, Social Studies, Pure Geography to study for. Cramming Malay in is quite impossible. I really want an A for Malay but I don't want to take the risk. What if I still earn a B3 in Feb? I don't know. My mind is not thinking straight. My mom actually said that I fell sick because I was disappointed with my results. God, is that even possible? Ah, it's the sick Iry talking. Don't bother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;): Being sick is never fun. Daaaaaaaaamn it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8856925-115538489412712119?l=sugaa-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8856925/posts/default/115538489412712119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8856925/posts/default/115538489412712119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugaa-.blogspot.com/2006/08/superafim-eu-cansei-css.html' title='Superafim (Eu Cansei) - CSS'/><author><name>iry.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06537295879390945077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://img167.imageshack.us/img167/1250/iryx0582xj7.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8856925.post-115521490775932749</id><published>2006-08-10T20:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-10T21:05:09.906+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Breathe Me - Sia</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;Ouch, I have lost myself again&lt;br /&gt;Lost myself and I am nowhere to be found&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I think that I might break&lt;br /&gt;Lost myself again and I feel unsafe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be my friend&lt;br /&gt;Hold me, wrap me up&lt;br /&gt;Unfold me, I am small and needy&lt;br /&gt;Warm me up and breathe me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, how sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall repeat myself again. I have a feeling. A terrible feeling that my Malay O Level results will come out tomorrow. It's so horrible. I'm horribly scared. I just pray for my B3 and above. I don't mind a B3. So just grant me that B3. I would very much appreciate it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did Physics, Emaths &amp;amp; Amaths. Quite progressive but not that intensive yet. Well, it's better than nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I waited for so long and I want things to be good. &lt;span style="font-size:20%;"&gt;Be more than just a friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Help, I have done it. Again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8856925-115521490775932749?l=sugaa-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8856925/posts/default/115521490775932749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8856925/posts/default/115521490775932749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugaa-.blogspot.com/2006/08/breathe-me-sia.html' title='Breathe Me - Sia'/><author><name>iry.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06537295879390945077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://img167.imageshack.us/img167/1250/iryx0582xj7.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8856925.post-115514001724854646</id><published>2006-08-09T23:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-10T00:23:41.663+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Madonna</title><content type='html'>Happy National Day to everyone. *tries hard to smile*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Tuesday, National Day celebration in school was not so bad. I knew I woke up and was contemplating whether I should go to school. Well, I did. The fun part about that day was singing National Day songs (screamo style) and going to Bistro Delifrance for lunch. Singing with Sidd was the best. My throat is surprisingly ok despite screaming all 9 songs. It was pure madness. Lunch. Like what Penny had said, I think we are pigs. We eat like nobody's business. We spend a lot of money on food. I realized. 80 bucks on Swensens, 60 bucks on Bistro.. my gosh. We upgraded a lot, right Penny? From the days of Adam Road. Oh, the ice kacang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swear I've been stuck onto MuteMath since 1 month ago, or earlier actually. Paul Meany's ambient voice.. holy. It's just addictive when you listen to them. Oh, I gave Christina Aguilera's Back To Basics a listen. It's surprisingly good. I expected it to be one of those mainstream pop albums. This one is an exception. It's back to the old days with the whole jazz attitude. Absolutely must listen/buy. (You're hearing this from me so it must be good, considering the type of music I listen to. Lol.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I keep on staring at my phone. It's true I'm going mad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amie, come sit on my wall. /sings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to study out. My mom thinks I was born yesterday. I need to study out. End of the fucking story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I better start revising for Physics.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8856925-115514001724854646?l=sugaa-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8856925/posts/default/115514001724854646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8856925/posts/default/115514001724854646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugaa-.blogspot.com/2006/08/madonna.html' title='Madonna'/><author><name>iry.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06537295879390945077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://img167.imageshack.us/img167/1250/iryx0582xj7.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8856925.post-115486990861128226</id><published>2006-08-06T21:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-06T21:11:48.646+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yann Tiersen</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:250%;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;Can't you see, boy? Under this dim sky, this desperate girl is for you. She's laying out everything, she's using everything she has, doing anything she can to have you back. She'd do anything to be able to kiss you without crying. She'll keep hurting herself only for you, always for you. She'll accept aches to be able to feel your touch. She'll hollow out her heart to exist once again in yours. She'll accept emptiness and silence within herself to hear your breath in her ear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One last hug and a sympathetic look. I can't speak, and I want you to grab my hand and say "No, I need you, now and always. I will stop your pain, I will fill your heart and empty spaces". But you just look away sadly, because you know thats what I'm expecting, you know it's what I want, and it's what I need. And you know you can't say it.&lt;span style="font-size:250%;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's really sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder where people get books with such content. I have not finish reading Madame. I've been wanting to sit down and read. Time forbids me to do so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finish reading Madame, added onto To-Do List.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School's on tomorrow. Then, it's Happy Independence Day holidays. I'm begging my mom to let me study out on Thursday. Anybody? (Penny, want?!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a feeling. A terrible feeling that my Malay O Level results will come out tomorrow. It's so horrible. I'm horribly scared. I just pray for my B3 and above. I don't mind a B3. So just grant me that B3. I would very much appreciate it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Penny said that I was sad. She could tell. Am I that predictable? I don't want to be that predictable, you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, FATZ IF YOU ARE OUT THERE, aku miss you terribly. I lost your blog link. Please tell me what it is. And, pssst. Kamaruzzaman did not really remind me of anything ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, blogging in short paragraphs. Weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight to whoever that even reads my blog. *yawns*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8856925-115486990861128226?l=sugaa-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8856925/posts/default/115486990861128226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8856925/posts/default/115486990861128226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugaa-.blogspot.com/2006/08/yann-tiersen.html' title='Yann Tiersen'/><author><name>iry.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06537295879390945077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://img167.imageshack.us/img167/1250/iryx0582xj7.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8856925.post-115479326111856067</id><published>2006-08-05T23:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-06T00:31:35.156+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mike Mills - AIR</title><content type='html'>I'm so disappointed in you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God, I hate this feeling. I always have nothing but sad, depressing things to blog about. Many friends have come and tell me how worried they are about me. Well, now I'm worried for myself. I don't know what to do anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I talked to Sidd yesterday. We caught up. I cried and surprisingly, she didn't cry. She was staying strong for me, I know. I couldn't help but pour a bit. I'm still thinking about our conversation. Yeah, top priority for me now is Mr. Dear O Levels. I'm trying hard and hard enough to actually complete a few of things on my to-do list today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why? How? Those two are ringing bells in my ears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I totally feel miserable. I can never get out of this phase, can I? I tried so long, long enough to feel this. But, I still can't get out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People appear and disappear just like that. What do they take me as? A substitute. I'm pinning my hopes too high. Too high, is that it? Is that why I feel like I fail all the time? I'm sick and tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weekends always go downhill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, why?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8856925-115479326111856067?l=sugaa-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8856925/posts/default/115479326111856067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8856925/posts/default/115479326111856067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugaa-.blogspot.com/2006/08/mike-mills-air.html' title='Mike Mills - AIR'/><author><name>iry.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06537295879390945077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://img167.imageshack.us/img167/1250/iryx0582xj7.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8856925.post-115475386700697786</id><published>2006-08-05T12:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-05T12:57:47.016+08:00</updated><title type='text'>split!??!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:250%;"&gt;WHY DID DFA SPLIT?! HOOOOMYHOLYSHIT NO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*CRIES* DFAAAAAAAA IS THE SOUND THAT I LOVE. :(((((((&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;!!!!!11!!1!1eleven!!111!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8856925-115475386700697786?l=sugaa-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8856925/posts/default/115475386700697786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8856925/posts/default/115475386700697786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugaa-.blogspot.com/2006/08/split.html' title='split!??!'/><author><name>iry.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06537295879390945077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://img167.imageshack.us/img167/1250/iryx0582xj7.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8856925.post-115459257062355047</id><published>2006-08-03T15:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-03T21:15:36.660+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Blood Brothers</title><content type='html'>I got my Prelims schedule today. Here comes my worrying self again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cikgu is trying to imply that we will do really badly for our Malay O Levels. THAT is worrying me. I am forced to do more malay practice papers plus compositions. God, save me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What to do? What to do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1, 2, 3, 4.. it stopped. Motehfockerz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;/edit&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it me or is it a coincidence that my Malay practice paper has the name Kamaruzzaman which reminds me of.. ok IRYANI STUDY STUDY. 1 MORE MONTH TO FREAKING PRELIMS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't do this alone. :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8856925-115459257062355047?l=sugaa-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8856925/posts/default/115459257062355047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8856925/posts/default/115459257062355047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugaa-.blogspot.com/2006/08/blood-brothers.html' title='The Blood Brothers'/><author><name>iry.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06537295879390945077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://img167.imageshack.us/img167/1250/iryx0582xj7.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8856925.post-115451313705041815</id><published>2006-08-02T17:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-02T18:05:37.066+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You Are Mine - MuteMath</title><content type='html'>What if I die tomorrow? Who would bother? Who would cry over my dead body? It's just a random thought while doing Physics which has totally no relation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was awesome, not the musical though. The musical was a total bore. No offence but I feel it was a kids production with the theme of Racial Harmony Day. Had a good time laughing at them for the most silly mistakes ever. Esplanade was packed. I miss Mogwai but someone didn't. Where's the justice in that? I felt thrilled meeting once again. Though for a short while, it felt good. My heart feels like bursting now. Anyways, I got screwed pretty bad by my mom but seriously, I can't remember a single shit she said. One ear in, one ear out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First period, history test. Last period, physics test. Go mad, people. Just go mad. Prelims are so soon. Killer. I need someone to tell me that I'll do fine. I keep on wanting to quit school. I cannot do it alone, no I really can't. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something good please happen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8856925-115451313705041815?l=sugaa-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8856925/posts/default/115451313705041815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8856925/posts/default/115451313705041815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugaa-.blogspot.com/2006/08/you-are-mine-mutemath.html' title='You Are Mine - MuteMath'/><author><name>iry.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06537295879390945077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://img167.imageshack.us/img167/1250/iryx0582xj7.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8856925.post-115434959995293695</id><published>2006-07-31T20:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-31T20:40:00.043+08:00</updated><title type='text'>daft punkz.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img306.imageshack.us/img306/1958/iryx001qc3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone has their obsession.&lt;br /&gt;Consuming time, consuming words.&lt;br /&gt;They hold high their priced possesion.&lt;br /&gt;It defines the meaning of their lifes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8856925-115434959995293695?l=sugaa-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8856925/posts/default/115434959995293695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8856925/posts/default/115434959995293695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugaa-.blogspot.com/2006/07/daft-punkz.html' title='daft punkz.'/><author><name>iry.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06537295879390945077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://img167.imageshack.us/img167/1250/iryx0582xj7.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8856925.post-115424742387202010</id><published>2006-07-30T16:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-30T16:17:03.880+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MUTEMATH</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5843/312/320/IRYX%20100.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone has their obsession.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8856925-115424742387202010?l=sugaa-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8856925/posts/default/115424742387202010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8856925/posts/default/115424742387202010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugaa-.blogspot.com/2006/07/mutemath_30.html' title='MUTEMATH'/><author><name>iry.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06537295879390945077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://img167.imageshack.us/img167/1250/iryx0582xj7.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8856925.post-115409420930129802</id><published>2006-07-28T20:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-28T21:56:36.690+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MOVING UNITS YAWHZ</title><content type='html'>I spent the afternoon ranting away at Sam and Chris. Well, my life has not been very great lately. Even Chris said that my week was a goner. So what to do? What to do? What to do? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My life is upside down at the moment. I did badly for Chemistry. I expected a 30 plus, I got 28/50. Though I didn't fail, in my eyes, I did fail worse than ever. DSA talk. I don't even want to go JC. I don't even want to go through O levels. It all feels like a waste of time and effort. Look, there's many graduates out there who are jobless. What makes you think I won't be jobless? Singapore = small. Jobs are so limited. It's so scary if you think of it. You study your tiny brain cells all day and you don't get a job. You can't support yourself then. How to support a family? So I planned not to have children. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's rubbish, I know. But seriously, I feel like I'm studying towards nothing. I don't even know what I want to be when I grow older which isn't very far away. Planning for the future sucks. I thought about this eversince Mr Anthony asked me where I am planning to go to. I told him truthfully that I really don't know. And till now, I don't. I'm clueless. Anybody who is so sure of what they are going to do, tag my board. Be it musician, sweeper, lawyer.. whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;s&gt;never&lt;/s&gt; want out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8856925-115409420930129802?l=sugaa-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8856925/posts/default/115409420930129802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8856925/posts/default/115409420930129802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugaa-.blogspot.com/2006/07/moving-units-yawhz.html' title='MOVING UNITS YAWHZ'/><author><name>iry.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06537295879390945077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://img167.imageshack.us/img167/1250/iryx0582xj7.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8856925.post-115399689377112726</id><published>2006-07-27T18:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-27T18:41:33.783+08:00</updated><title type='text'>23</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://img142.imageshack.us/img142/1388/heymadsnp5.jpg"&gt;AGAIN&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Torture. God, quickly get me out of school.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8856925-115399689377112726?l=sugaa-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8856925/posts/default/115399689377112726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8856925/posts/default/115399689377112726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugaa-.blogspot.com/2006/07/23.html' title='23'/><author><name>iry.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06537295879390945077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://img167.imageshack.us/img167/1250/iryx0582xj7.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8856925.post-115391117724143080</id><published>2006-07-26T18:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-26T18:52:57.303+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kill The Dj</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5843/312/320/IMG_6715.0.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear darling Penny.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate crying in school over the worst things that ever happen in my life. When I needed that one person to talk to the most, I had to stop and think about the strained relationship we had after that day. It's the most challenging day for me. I guess God was testing me but I didn't do it well. I couldn't control myself. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beautiful sky, worth capturing but Ilya's camera will be confiscated. For a whole month. Do you know how I'm feeling now? I'm so sorry Ilya. I think you won't be lending me your camera anymore. I'm really so so so sorry. :( &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where have the good days go? School's a depressing place. 16/30 for Amaths. Who am I kidding? I'm so disappointed in myself. This is horrible. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just wish I could have start of the week right.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8856925-115391117724143080?l=sugaa-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8856925/posts/default/115391117724143080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8856925/posts/default/115391117724143080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugaa-.blogspot.com/2006/07/kill-dj.html' title='Kill The Dj'/><author><name>iry.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06537295879390945077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://img167.imageshack.us/img167/1250/iryx0582xj7.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8856925.post-115383131815936831</id><published>2006-07-25T20:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-26T18:38:28.320+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ENON</title><content type='html'>I got &lt;a href="http://img216.imageshack.us/img216/5668/heymadsxi9.jpg"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; in my email today. Tell me this is called mad. Heymads.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The nightmare of the atomic men. Trees are made of carbon dioxide. Mr Ng really amazes me. Felicia said that I screamed in class. I did not, I swear. Penny, you couldn't be any stronger.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8856925-115383131815936831?l=sugaa-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8856925/posts/default/115383131815936831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8856925/posts/default/115383131815936831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugaa-.blogspot.com/2006/07/enon.html' title='ENON'/><author><name>iry.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06537295879390945077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://img167.imageshack.us/img167/1250/iryx0582xj7.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8856925.post-115366239052013295</id><published>2006-07-23T21:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-23T21:46:30.530+08:00</updated><title type='text'>nellaye.</title><content type='html'>kaleido. says:&lt;br /&gt;why does love exist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amo Huzzo. says:&lt;br /&gt;yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kaleido. says:&lt;br /&gt;why&lt;br /&gt;kaleido. says:&lt;br /&gt;why&lt;br /&gt;kaleido. says:&lt;br /&gt;buhoo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amo Huzzo. says:&lt;br /&gt;why cant babies come in bottles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kaleido. says:&lt;br /&gt;like gifts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amo Huzzo. says:&lt;br /&gt;yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kaleido. says:&lt;br /&gt;sigh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amo Huzzo. says:&lt;br /&gt;delivered.&lt;br /&gt;Amo Huzzo. says:&lt;br /&gt;every person one baby each.&lt;br /&gt;Amo Huzzo. says:&lt;br /&gt;gift from god.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kaleido. says:&lt;br /&gt;which comes in just like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amo Huzzo. says:&lt;br /&gt;yeah. sad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8856925-115366239052013295?l=sugaa-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8856925/posts/default/115366239052013295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8856925/posts/default/115366239052013295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugaa-.blogspot.com/2006/07/nellaye.html' title='nellaye.'/><author><name>iry.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06537295879390945077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://img167.imageshack.us/img167/1250/iryx0582xj7.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8856925.post-115362729943674276</id><published>2006-07-23T11:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-23T12:02:40.393+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Zutons</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5843/312/320/IRYX%20009.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We love you, Ms Yuen. &amp;hearts; All the best in your teaching career elsewhere! :))&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note to whoever: ...You're just boring like everyone else.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8856925-115362729943674276?l=sugaa-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8856925/posts/default/115362729943674276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8856925/posts/default/115362729943674276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugaa-.blogspot.com/2006/07/zutons.html' title='The Zutons'/><author><name>iry.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06537295879390945077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://img167.imageshack.us/img167/1250/iryx0582xj7.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8856925.post-115349906256200405</id><published>2006-07-21T23:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-22T00:24:22.656+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MUTEMATH</title><content type='html'>Not really a good end of the week. Happy moments were there but most of the moments were pretty crappy. We did something pretty stupid. It's no good to be poor in St. Marg's. Everybody thinks you're rich. Money is like toilet paper. If you can't even pay for 30 bucks, you're a poor bitch. Big fat think wallets. Well, I don't have a wallet but I have a 100 bucks under my keyboard now. &lt;br /&gt;_ _ _ _ _ _ _ ! (In capital letters and bold)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel really offended in the school. It's like insensitive materialistic people. I know I can't afford such things but it's not my fault my dad is working 2 jobs. If I could, I'd stop schooling and help. But now, everything is about education. It's pointless. Exams tell you how your brain is doing. You get your grades but you don't see your mistakes. So how do you even learn from your mistakes? Old, burly, English teachers mark your paper. You don't even know how they look like. You know they should fly down to Singapore, be in a glass box each and see what they do while they mark our papers and how they mark our papers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our 164th Speech Day today. People get too close sometimes. Sometimes, suffocating and irritating. Christina Suresh is one hell of a genius or something. She's my inspiration (I know Gaya will be laughing but I bet she's your inspiration too! ;)). But really, hardworking and smart. Who could ever have so many awards in one day? I feel so shameful. I'm pretty stupid compared to her. Only once I felt quite smart as I was 1 and a half marks away from her for my Physics test. Other than that, I'm all in all not that smart and not that hardworking either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like going on but something just slipped my mind. So now, my brain is empty. Oh I can't possibly blog about how much I hate this person and that person. For all you know, he/she/no-gender might just read it. So yes, I'm going to stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fullstop.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8856925-115349906256200405?l=sugaa-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8856925/posts/default/115349906256200405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8856925/posts/default/115349906256200405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugaa-.blogspot.com/2006/07/mutemath.html' title='MUTEMATH'/><author><name>iry.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06537295879390945077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://img167.imageshack.us/img167/1250/iryx0582xj7.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8856925.post-115321570668655785</id><published>2006-07-18T17:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-18T17:41:46.696+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Erol Alkan</title><content type='html'>I know it wasn't going to be a good week. I might as well admit it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's always one of those days where you sit down and think. Why the fuck are you at school? Why the fuck do you confide in someone who pushes you away? Why the fuck do I need to study? Why the fuck did I turn out like this? Everything has a fuck in it. One reason.. not PMS. I'm really angry this time. My dear menses friend won't come till next 2 weeks, I think. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't say names but I know some of them read my blog. Horrible people at school who irritates you in class by saying sarcastic remarks. Not that I can't take sarcasm but look at yourself before saying others. Look closely. Real close. Tell me, what makes you so big that I have to listen to you? I would have thrown you off the cliff but I'm not really a kill-you-bitch kind of person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder why things turn out this way. At home, at school, with friends in and out of school. I see people have good days all the time. I come home everyday feeling thankful for the day I had but at the same time, worried and jealous. Jealous of what, don't ask because I really don't know. It's that feeling. It's there. You can't push away. I won't go on. Too miserable. Misery loves company, yeah penny? Unfortunately, not for me ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was I a mistake?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8856925-115321570668655785?l=sugaa-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8856925/posts/default/115321570668655785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8856925/posts/default/115321570668655785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugaa-.blogspot.com/2006/07/erol-alkan.html' title='Erol Alkan'/><author><name>iry.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06537295879390945077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://img167.imageshack.us/img167/1250/iryx0582xj7.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8856925.post-115314250292209864</id><published>2006-07-17T21:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-17T21:21:43.010+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Teitur</title><content type='html'>Dear oh dear. My morning was pretty much disastrous. I never wanted Amaths so much in my life. Sitting in the hall, listening to a pointless devotion (I usually admire the people who shares devotions because there's a meaning but today, *shakes head*. All I learnt was NOT TO FIND A BOYFRIEND NOW! Ok, whatever.) and watching a pathetic scene from the &lt;s&gt;freaking&lt;/s&gt; musical. I am going to watch that musical at Victoria Concert Hall on the night before my maths test. I rather sacrifice my money than time. Pretty embarassing I must say, especially when there's Hongkong students. Really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listening comprehension. No. I'm officially dumb and deaf. Thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All that is running through my head is how bad today's devotion was because I still can't find the main thing that Mrs Tan would love us to learn. I know the world will go to war soon and oil is depleting. Tsunami just striked Indonesia. Ohhhhh, the world. Telling ME the plans for the school till 2010. I think the sec 1s will have already graduated by then. THE PHRASE RUNNING THROUGH MY HEAD IS, "&lt;b&gt;CANNOT FIND A BOYFRIEND NOW, YOU CAN ONLY STUDY!&lt;/b&gt;". Fucking funny please. I couldn't stop laughing. Ok ssssshhhhh Iryani.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I'm a singer without a song&lt;br /&gt;If I wait for you longer my affection is stronger I,&lt;br /&gt;I was just thinking, merely thinking&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know how bad thinking is. ):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8856925-115314250292209864?l=sugaa-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8856925/posts/default/115314250292209864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8856925/posts/default/115314250292209864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugaa-.blogspot.com/2006/07/teitur.html' title='Teitur'/><author><name>iry.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06537295879390945077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://img167.imageshack.us/img167/1250/iryx0582xj7.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8856925.post-115302747384539634</id><published>2006-07-16T13:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-16T13:24:33.900+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Autolux</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 300px; height: 225px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5843/312/320/DSCN4652.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There, there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's pretty dead down here. I must say, I don't seem to find anything nice, interesting or whatever to blog about. My life is dead boring now. So yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baybeats is not happening for me. I don't know why. To those whom I said I was going to go, I'm horribly sorry. I just see the importance of weekends and for me to catch up with studies. I rather die now than suffer during O's. :\ Weird of me to say this but yeah, I lost a lot of time and I regretted. 7 weeks to prelims, that is not enough time for me to study every subject. Sooooo, I'm sorry for those whom I promised.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a dream. Totally random and totally not related to anything I did during the day. Totally insignificant. I hate whoever was lurking in my brain at night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lakerol is addictive.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8856925-115302747384539634?l=sugaa-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8856925/posts/default/115302747384539634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8856925/posts/default/115302747384539634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugaa-.blogspot.com/2006/07/autolux.html' title='Autolux'/><author><name>iry.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06537295879390945077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://img167.imageshack.us/img167/1250/iryx0582xj7.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8856925.post-115254225677946776</id><published>2006-07-10T22:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-10T22:40:32.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'>): (: ):</title><content type='html'>The lyrics that has been playing in my head over and over again..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I can't believe I never noticed my heart before&lt;br /&gt;At least it was never until I noticed you.&lt;br /&gt;The only time I ever noticed my heart&lt;br /&gt;Was when I noticed you, yeah&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cried, holy cow. Now my eyes hurt. Thaaaaaanks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8856925-115254225677946776?l=sugaa-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8856925/posts/default/115254225677946776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8856925/posts/default/115254225677946776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugaa-.blogspot.com/2006/07/blog-post.html' title='): (: ):'/><author><name>iry.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06537295879390945077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://img167.imageshack.us/img167/1250/iryx0582xj7.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8856925.post-115235790306465680</id><published>2006-07-08T18:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-08T19:25:03.136+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Four Tet</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 225px; height: 300px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5843/312/320/IMG_3309.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not like everyday I get to see clear skies.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday's plan was cancelled. Prema had to go home and babysit. I wanted to go Adam Rd and eat. Penny thinks we downgraded from Mad Jacks to Adam Rd. Eh, Adam Rd got Ice Kacang ok. Psssssssh. Penny, you're crazy. :DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no idea what to update about except that a lot of people are getting A-line haircuts. Pretty annoying but wth, IT'S THE NEW TRENDZ. :\ Whatever. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everybody is out having fun. I'm always sitting at home. I wonder what have I gained. I stare out of the window. I sit at the computer. I watch tv. I play with my laptop. I switch back to the computer. I look at the ceiling and say, "Shit, I need to rebel." But, I hate fighting with my mom because I don't want her to take the phone, laptop and computer away. I will be the goody girl who just keeps quiet and obeys. I sound pretty idiotic here. I need money. I want to buy new cds, provided the albums I want are sold in Singapore and are affordable. I need to snap badly. I see beautiful skies everyday. I see places/things/people that are worth taking picture of. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8856925-115235790306465680?l=sugaa-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8856925/posts/default/115235790306465680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8856925/posts/default/115235790306465680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugaa-.blogspot.com/2006/07/four-tet.html' title='Four Tet'/><author><name>iry.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06537295879390945077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://img167.imageshack.us/img167/1250/iryx0582xj7.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8856925.post-115226970694687836</id><published>2006-07-07T18:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-07T18:55:06.946+08:00</updated><title type='text'>IAMX</title><content type='html'>New layout, comment. Sex sex sex. Omg, hot. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, Justin Timberlake's Sexy Back is sooooooooo electro-ish. :\ Electro is the new Pop? NO WAAAAAAAAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will do a longer post later. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8856925-115226970694687836?l=sugaa-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8856925/posts/default/115226970694687836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8856925/posts/default/115226970694687836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugaa-.blogspot.com/2006/07/iamx.html' title='IAMX'/><author><name>iry.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06537295879390945077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://img167.imageshack.us/img167/1250/iryx0582xj7.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8856925.post-115202096109590318</id><published>2006-07-04T21:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-04T21:49:21.183+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hide And Seek - Imogen Heap</title><content type='html'>Cookies &amp; Cream ice cream with super thick creamy brownie did not work. It didn't. I thought it will make me high. But, all I did in the bus was worry and feel guilty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;You did not deserve the treatment that I have been showing the past few days. I've been giving you the cold shoulder. I don't want too but I can't stop it. It's just me, something in the past is taking its toll on me now. You did nothing to offend/piss me. The last thing I want you to do is to feel sorry for what you've done. I don't care anymore. As long as I know you will be there, I will. I promise you that. I may not be the person you love but I know that you are one of those people who are etched in my heart. Please, I'm truly sorry for what I've done. ): I'm sorry.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like Chris said, I hope tomorrow is a better day for me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8856925-115202096109590318?l=sugaa-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8856925/posts/default/115202096109590318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8856925/posts/default/115202096109590318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugaa-.blogspot.com/2006/07/hide-and-seek-imogen-heap.html' title='Hide And Seek - Imogen Heap'/><author><name>iry.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06537295879390945077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://img167.imageshack.us/img167/1250/iryx0582xj7.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8856925.post-115192613787825950</id><published>2006-07-03T19:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-03T19:28:57.953+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Metric Booze Kooze moo.</title><content type='html'>I am a selfish person. I shall say this once and for all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate sharing my music with people whom I know are, as Izz calls them, SMPs. Figure that acronym yourself. I don't like to be bothered with family issues because I totally don't give a fuck about them. I don't like to care for others whom I know are well-off and are only pretending to be troubled. I care for sincere people, not people who pretend to cut their wrists till their hands won't stop bleeding for weeks. I hate it when people have what I have. I hate it when people obsessed about things which I am/was obsessing about. I hate hate hate sharing my things with others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I got that off my chest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School tomorrow. Oh no. No. No no. I want a permanent holiday. That means I have to quit school which isn't ever possible if I were to live with my parents. No. It's dreadful knowing that I have Malay O Level Orals this thursday. For nuts, I need to wake up and just get my grade for that subject. It's nerve-wrecking waiting for Thursday. I even had dreams about screwing up the orals. Holy mother of cow. Someone drill into my head that it is important, like really important.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have plans for Friday. Do you? Because Prema and me do and you should too. I need a camera for Friday and weekends so I hope Ilya will kindly lend her camera to me! I want to blow bubbles into the Sun. They sparkle and the colour.. Oh the bubbles are so pretty. I want to have a bubble outing and spend the whole day blowing bubbles away. I feel young again! Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I seriously need to get down and do some serious Geogra-pehh homework. Or, Ms Chia, who is actually really nice but just a bit.. ok nothing, is going to kill me (which she rarely does because she is nice, get it?).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me this isn't happening, please.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8856925-115192613787825950?l=sugaa-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8856925/posts/default/115192613787825950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8856925/posts/default/115192613787825950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugaa-.blogspot.com/2006/07/metric-booze-kooze-moo.html' title='Metric Booze Kooze moo.'/><author><name>iry.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06537295879390945077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://img167.imageshack.us/img167/1250/iryx0582xj7.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8856925.post-115167812146020851</id><published>2006-06-30T22:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-30T23:24:50.600+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You Say Party! We Say Die!</title><content type='html'>I need a camera and a day out. But no, I can't have both. *rolls eyes*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been spending less time on the computer. Well, at least I think so. I spend time beside the computer with homework and textbooks. I don't know. It may take a while for me to adjust. Avoid C-O-M-P-U-T-E-R. It's impossible (I know!) but I'm trying. Computer is not everything, you know. Shit, I'm lying. Ok, the main purpose. O Levels. Thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good week? Bad week? I have no answer. It has been good and bad in school. It has been good and waaay bad at home. Ok, it's pretty bad. Too many things going on at the same time, too many. Up down, turn around. It's there. Like I told Prema, you try to forget but HEY, it's staring right back at you and saying, "I'm not going away so get affected already!" Yes, school starts. Problems start. Bad bad. No good. I are feeling bad bad. :&lt;br /&gt;Some scene kid with purple/blond/black/red hair with piercings was making out with some junior at the busstop today. I couldn't figure whether it was a girl or not. I saw &lt;s&gt;her/him&lt;/s&gt; IT in the bus once with Lavie and we said it was a girl. Today, IT looked like a guy with a girl face. Ok, it's an IT. So scene. I have black bobbed hair. Even scener. Psssssshhhhhhhh. Please, dear junior, get a room if you want to have sex. The busstop has way too much ants crawling all over. It bites.. wherever. Ouch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, bad week. Period.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a cow. Oh yes, I will produce milk one day after I get married. My teacher does have a sense of humour, doesn't he? Hell yea.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8856925-115167812146020851?l=sugaa-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8856925/posts/default/115167812146020851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8856925/posts/default/115167812146020851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugaa-.blogspot.com/2006/06/you-say-party-we-say-die.html' title='You Say Party! We Say Die!'/><author><name>iry.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06537295879390945077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://img167.imageshack.us/img167/1250/iryx0582xj7.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8856925.post-115158940236060384</id><published>2006-06-29T21:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-29T21:56:42.630+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Moving Units</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5843/312/320/IRYX%20029.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw crazy people.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me talk about school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exhausting. Constant reminders to say "I think". Kinematics. Polymerisation. Paper 1. Mao Zedong and his peasants. Gorbachev, his perestroika and glasnost. Development in Singapore. O level Malay Oral - 6th July. Happy days. Moody days. Teacher &lt;s&gt;and his ego problem&lt;/s&gt;. Homework in bulks. Weird juniors. An omg-exciting Cluster Arts (not but nvm). Sit-in-cupboard session. Crowded morning busrides. I can go on forever but I've got homework. Holy. Just great. Ching-chang scholars are to be blamed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8856925-115158940236060384?l=sugaa-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8856925/posts/default/115158940236060384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8856925/posts/default/115158940236060384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugaa-.blogspot.com/2006/06/moving-units_29.html' title='Moving Units'/><author><name>iry.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06537295879390945077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://img167.imageshack.us/img167/1250/iryx0582xj7.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8856925.post-115148686786838318</id><published>2006-06-28T17:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-28T17:27:47.880+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Enon</title><content type='html'>I have 2 part a &amp; b history essays to do. I have 4 sourcebased questions to do. I have 3 more complete physics papers to do. Look at that workload. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Geez.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8856925-115148686786838318?l=sugaa-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8856925/posts/default/115148686786838318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8856925/posts/default/115148686786838318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugaa-.blogspot.com/2006/06/enon.html' title='Enon'/><author><name>iry.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06537295879390945077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://img167.imageshack.us/img167/1250/iryx0582xj7.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8856925.post-115124447566279428</id><published>2006-06-25T21:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-25T22:07:55.740+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Moving Units</title><content type='html'>I finished watching Grey's Anatomy Season 2. Finally. It made me stayed up all the way till 5 in the morning today. I swear, it's goddamn sad. Oh, show me some goddamn affection. I shan't be the one who spoils the thrill and spurts out all the dirty details. However, I will tell you that 3 weeks from now, you better watch that episode.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want and I don't want. School. I may be dreading it a bit. I'm never in the best of moods now. I may be hyper/high/"drunk"/whatever but it sometimes isn't really what it is. Holy crap. I seriously can't believe it's over. Good things come to an end, always. Look at that pile of papers all over the computer. Kill me. I've told you, I've been a bad student. I made a promise with Penny. So yes, I hope that changes me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shit. I need blank cds. I want new stuff in my old school discman, yo. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guillemots make me heart fly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;You got me off the sofa, just sprang out of the air,&lt;br /&gt;the best things come from nowhere, I can't believe you care.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honesty is the best policy. Help. It doesn't work for me or at least for now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8856925-115124447566279428?l=sugaa-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8856925/posts/default/115124447566279428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8856925/posts/default/115124447566279428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugaa-.blogspot.com/2006/06/moving-units.html' title='Moving Units'/><author><name>iry.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06537295879390945077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://img167.imageshack.us/img167/1250/iryx0582xj7.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8856925.post-115108890222354147</id><published>2006-06-24T02:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-24T02:55:02.316+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Metric</title><content type='html'>I want to be honest. But something is holding me back. I miss you bad. But I can't ever seem to tell you. And it would be wrong if I ever did so. Honesty. Honestly, it sucks. I lie a lot. I lie practically to everybody. I'm afraid if I ever said something I would hurt someone. But sometimes, keeping the truth too long, it bugs. I have been truthful in some ways but even so, there's a lie deep within. Sometimes, lies hurt nobody else but myself which is what I'm going through right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want and I don't want. Ever been in that situation? It never helps. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do Make Say Think. I hate, H-A-T-E thinking. However, it is very impossible to stop your mind from churning those juices into thoughts that could somehow ruin your life. I say truthfully, someone take my emotional side of my brain but keep the mathematical part of it there. I still would love some maths in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Problems, that bugger. Never seem to stop. Rawr. Beware, I'm evil. Everyone, be careful. I may just snap. Yeah, snap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I have been watching too much Grey's. 4 more episodes, I'm done with Season 2.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8856925-115108890222354147?l=sugaa-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8856925/posts/default/115108890222354147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8856925/posts/default/115108890222354147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugaa-.blogspot.com/2006/06/metric.html' title='Metric'/><author><name>iry.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06537295879390945077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://img167.imageshack.us/img167/1250/iryx0582xj7.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8856925.post-115099489326309289</id><published>2006-06-23T00:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-23T00:50:51.810+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Young Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 225px; height: 300px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5843/312/320/040206%20011.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Follow the bright light, it may change you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm feeling very troubled. It comes and go. And for now, it's here. I know it's temporary but it's really disturbing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fatz, thank you. It's really nice of you to listen to the rants I had been keeping. :) I'm feeling better, like so much and I appreciate it a lot. &amp;hearts;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to finish up homework. I've been a bad student. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8856925-115099489326309289?l=sugaa-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8856925/posts/default/115099489326309289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8856925/posts/default/115099489326309289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugaa-.blogspot.com/2006/06/young-love.html' title='Young Love'/><author><name>iry.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06537295879390945077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://img167.imageshack.us/img167/1250/iryx0582xj7.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8856925.post-115078477675581837</id><published>2006-06-20T14:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-20T20:34:41.346+08:00</updated><title type='text'>CAT EMPIREEEEEE.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5843/312/320/DSCN4539.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello Shirin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That hair you see in the entry below is now &lt;b&gt;gone&lt;/b&gt;. Buuuuuuuut, my fringe remains. :) I see whether I can get pictures, I think I can. I crap up some lame excuse to use the laptop. :DDDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Edit&lt;/b&gt;/ I feel the need to blog and indeed, I shall do it right about now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night, I was writing an email in my head. I know who it was for, what I want to say and how I should say. But when I woke up this morning, I had already erased it off because I was scared. Rejection. Who ever likes it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched 4 episodes of Grey's and I feel extremely unproductive. I know many people out are indeed studying. Well, I have not. Honest. I wasted last week. I don't intend to waste this week but let's just see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uncle said that my music taste is mature. I still don't get it but wth, it's a nice compliment, you know. Music taste, mature. Hhhm. All I know, he owes me an iPod for sending him so many songs yesterday. You better. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, choppy blog. Please fly me out of Singapore, someone. I don't want to live here anymore. Seriously. I don't. D. O. N. 'T. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People tell me I make them happy. Well, that's certainly good. But how come I'm the one feeling miserable?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8856925-115078477675581837?l=sugaa-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8856925/posts/default/115078477675581837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8856925/posts/default/115078477675581837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugaa-.blogspot.com/2006/06/cat-empireeeeee.html' title='CAT EMPIREEEEEE.'/><author><name>iry.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06537295879390945077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://img167.imageshack.us/img167/1250/iryx0582xj7.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8856925.post-115064781713485804</id><published>2006-06-19T00:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-19T00:23:37.146+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Starsailooooooooor</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 225px; height: 300px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5843/312/320/DSCN4624.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I was this happy everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8856925-115064781713485804?l=sugaa-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8856925/posts/default/115064781713485804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8856925/posts/default/115064781713485804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugaa-.blogspot.com/2006/06/starsailooooooooor.html' title='Starsailooooooooor'/><author><name>iry.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06537295879390945077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://img167.imageshack.us/img167/1250/iryx0582xj7.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8856925.post-115051943912209285</id><published>2006-06-17T12:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-17T12:43:59.176+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rock Kills Kid</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 225px; height: 300px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5843/312/320/ilya%20037.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just love b&amp;w photos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://us.share.geocities.com/dorified_fish/Playlist.html"&gt;Playlist&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smart people know why I put it up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8856925-115051943912209285?l=sugaa-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8856925/posts/default/115051943912209285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8856925/posts/default/115051943912209285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugaa-.blogspot.com/2006/06/rock-kills-kid_17.html' title='Rock Kills Kid'/><author><name>iry.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06537295879390945077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://img167.imageshack.us/img167/1250/iryx0582xj7.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8856925.post-115038474516901271</id><published>2006-06-15T23:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-15T23:47:58.106+08:00</updated><title type='text'>DCFC</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5843/312/320/IRYX%20190.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stand still.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life has been boring. Revision has been stagnant. Singapore Idol has been pathetic as it has always been. Livejournal has been keeping me company. Every episode of Grey's Anatomy has been making me cry. &lt;br /&gt;It has been a wonderful time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could just stop dreaming. Stop thinking. Stop everything. It's all moving too fast. I cannot catch up. Nobody is here with me. &lt;br /&gt;I've lost everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I dive in at the deep end&lt;br /&gt;You become my best friend&lt;br /&gt;I want to love you but I don't know if I can&lt;br /&gt;I know something is broken and i'm trying to fix it&lt;br /&gt;Trying to repair it any way I can&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What am I trying to fix?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8856925-115038474516901271?l=sugaa-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8856925/posts/default/115038474516901271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8856925/posts/default/115038474516901271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugaa-.blogspot.com/2006/06/dcfc.html' title='DCFC'/><author><name>iry.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06537295879390945077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://img167.imageshack.us/img167/1250/iryx0582xj7.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8856925.post-115020972612622655</id><published>2006-06-13T22:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-13T22:42:06.190+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mutemath</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 225px; height: 300px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5843/312/320/IRYX%20135.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And they said, "The Gods are coming."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to fly to Belgium. Right now. I want to stay at the farms till 20th of August. I WANT TO GO TO PUKKELPOP 2006! I know there's Baybeats in Singapore. BUT OMG, THE LINEUP THERE IS SOMETHING I WOULD DIE FOR. I would really die for that. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, CHRIS. TEH UNICORN CLUB SOUNDS DAMN CUTE. Go tell your friends! Hurrah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can watch all of Grey's episodes during the June Holidays now. WHEN SCHOOL REOPENS, I DON'T NEED TO STAY UP LATE ANYMORE! Yay. I love Grey. The show makes me cry buckets, actually a whole dam. Crying helps a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;South Korea just scored a goal. My mum is screaming. My father is yelling. My sister is jumping up and down squealing. Hurray for World Cup?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I never thought you could leave me, I figured I was the one&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8856925-115020972612622655?l=sugaa-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8856925/posts/default/115020972612622655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8856925/posts/default/115020972612622655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugaa-.blogspot.com/2006/06/mutemath.html' title='Mutemath'/><author><name>iry.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06537295879390945077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://img167.imageshack.us/img167/1250/iryx0582xj7.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8856925.post-115012095091713202</id><published>2006-06-12T21:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-12T22:02:36.093+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nuraaaaaal</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 225px; height: 300px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5843/312/320/IRYX%20149.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Great love comes once and one time only, Olympia understands now. For by definition, there cannot be two such occurrences: The one great love remains in the memory and on the tongue and in the eyes of the once beloved and cannot ever be forgotten.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She puts her head in her hands.&lt;br /&gt;Why must love be so punishing?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Such a good book, I cried.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8856925-115012095091713202?l=sugaa-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8856925/posts/default/115012095091713202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8856925/posts/default/115012095091713202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugaa-.blogspot.com/2006/06/nuraaaaaal.html' title='Nuraaaaaal'/><author><name>iry.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06537295879390945077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://img167.imageshack.us/img167/1250/iryx0582xj7.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8856925.post-115003418055971743</id><published>2006-06-11T21:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-11T21:56:20.656+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sean Paul :\</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5843/312/320/IRYX%20180.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deep dark exposure.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't believe I still have school tomorrow. I thought I could wake up late tomorrow. Oh my holy momma cow. Sadness. Leadership course, you wait till I come. You'll die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kambings, when? I want a camwhoring session badly. Please please please. :) Putri, webcam. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sean Paul's Give It Up To Me is on repeat. Thank you, Mamat. Now I'm so addicted to this song. Die die die. Sec 1 days relived. I used to rap like him, you know. I am still dancing and will continue dancing. I miss dance. I miss my juniors. Actually, I miss the time when I bully my juniors. Well, you can also say I miss Abang Adam. Mostly, I miss the times I was there. Ah, the sweet memories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok I want chicken. *dances*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8856925-115003418055971743?l=sugaa-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8856925/posts/default/115003418055971743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8856925/posts/default/115003418055971743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugaa-.blogspot.com/2006/06/sean-paul.html' title='Sean Paul :\'/><author><name>iry.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06537295879390945077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://img167.imageshack.us/img167/1250/iryx0582xj7.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8856925.post-114994501277723512</id><published>2006-06-10T20:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-10T21:13:00.423+08:00</updated><title type='text'>City &amp; Colour</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Picture post. Dates: 8/9/10 June 2006&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v29/mzsuga/IRYX001.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good morning class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v29/mzsuga/IRYX004.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v29/mzsuga/IRYX009.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way to recess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v29/mzsuga/IRYX016.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v29/mzsuga/IRYX023.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v29/mzsuga/IRYX019.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v29/mzsuga/IRYX029.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During Geography :DD&lt;br /&gt;1) Dinah &amp; my eye. 2) The Spaz Duo (I bet you've never seen me like that before)! 3&amp;amp;4) Doodles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v29/mzsuga/IRYX034.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v29/mzsuga/IRYX039.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) During History. 2)After History featuring Chanxi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v29/mzsuga/IRYX043.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v29/mzsuga/IRYX044.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v29/mzsuga/IRYX048.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walking to the busstop.&lt;br /&gt;1) Frances &amp; Sophie trying to climb over the gate. 2) Look at our faces, god. 3) LOOK AT MY HAIR, so long. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v29/mzsuga/IRYX102.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v29/mzsuga/IRYX108.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v29/mzsuga/IRYX124.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v29/mzsuga/IRYX116.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v29/mzsuga/IRYX118.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During written work.&lt;br /&gt;1) Clare 2) Peace signs in the cupboard. 3) HAHA PENNY!! 4&amp;amp;5) [So-called inspired by Erin :D] Jumping photos. Hoho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v29/mzsuga/IRYX129.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v29/mzsuga/IRYX136.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v29/mzsuga/IRYX151.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v29/mzsuga/IRYX165.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1&amp;amp;2) Really lovely clouds. 3) Really awesome book. 4) Really delicious pizza.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that marks the end my friends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8856925-114994501277723512?l=sugaa-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8856925/posts/default/114994501277723512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8856925/posts/default/114994501277723512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugaa-.blogspot.com/2006/06/city-colour.html' title='City &amp; Colour'/><author><name>iry.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06537295879390945077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://img167.imageshack.us/img167/1250/iryx0582xj7.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8856925.post-114986624513818665</id><published>2006-06-09T22:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-09T23:17:25.256+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Conductor (Thin White Duke Mix) - The Faint</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5843/312/320/IRYX%20127.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yours truly, &lt;br /&gt;The Spaz Duo (&amp; some unknown Chinese lady behind)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JACQUES LU CONT IS AN EXTRAORDINAIRE. Smiley, smiley for today I'm high. Seems like it's everyday that I am. :&lt;br /&gt;I'm close to finishing my book. I don't believe I teared in the bus. Oh holy momma cow. Losing a loved one is never pleasant. Oh well, I can't wait for the end. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Camwhoring with Penny was fun. I swear I never made this much funny/spasticated/retarded faces before. I'll upload the pictures tomorrow. Maybe not. I don't want to embarass myself like Penny wants too ;D I have the camera for the weekends. Ilya, I love you. I will take this opportunity to snap and snap and snap somemore. Oh control.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have many requests to ask of those who read my blog. (But somehow I feel like no one reads. Sad.) Does anybody have nice remixes of songs? Does anybody have their Social Studies past year examination papers, possibly 2006 or latest 2004? If it is possible, a full source-based paper or structured essay or both. Does anybody have any comments about my new layout? (I secretly love this layout. Hoorah.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, goodbye. CONTROL CONTROL CONTROLLER.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8856925-114986624513818665?l=sugaa-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8856925/posts/default/114986624513818665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8856925/posts/default/114986624513818665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugaa-.blogspot.com/2006/06/conductor-thin-white-duke-mix-faint.html' title='The Conductor (Thin White Duke Mix) - The Faint'/><author><name>iry.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06537295879390945077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://img167.imageshack.us/img167/1250/iryx0582xj7.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8856925.post-114968218301445432</id><published>2006-06-07T19:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-07T20:23:31.493+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Boards Of Canada</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5843/312/320/040206%20004.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good day, good times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;i&gt;How can something that feels so true and honest and pure, which is how I must describe my feelings for you, and I do declare them love, which I had not thought possible after so short a time, be so ugly and cause such pain?&lt;/i&gt;"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8856925-114968218301445432?l=sugaa-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8856925/posts/default/114968218301445432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8856925/posts/default/114968218301445432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugaa-.blogspot.com/2006/06/boards-of-canada.html' title='Boards Of Canada'/><author><name>iry.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06537295879390945077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://img167.imageshack.us/img167/1250/iryx0582xj7.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8856925.post-114959805836410232</id><published>2006-06-06T20:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-06T22:54:34.510+08:00</updated><title type='text'>THE GO GO GO TEAM</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5843/312/320/ilya%20063.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That chinese building looks like it's going to topple. :\\\&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel so weird going to school for this past two weeks. I've been taking the bus with working people. They'll stare at me with the HELLOWTFYOURIDEOURBUSFOR-IT'SSOCROWDEDALREADY stare. That kind of thing. Well, I love snatching seats from people (people - bad ones who push around to get to the empty seats without saying "Excuse me" or "Are you sitting?"). They are crazy I swear. They push like nobody's business. And if someone else takes their "place", they'll look at me as if it's my fault. It's not my fault if you're too fat to squeeze through that super teeny weeny narrow lane. -.- How Singaporeans are. Tssssssk. We are such friendly people, indeed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Break it down and move your body, baby. Love love. Last.fm charts are down. Sad sad. How sad? I don't know. Ok I shall type out what I wrote during English just now. Full of shit, I swear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"My momma said, "The gaffmen was wrong." I said, "The gaffmen was half-right." Like wth. Mrs Raj said, "An apple." Holy momma cow. Fat stuff. Water is falling from the sky. Very cold. Lessons in life. Independent ladies! Example: After I leave school, I fell down and died. Rant on ass. Maths. Pelajaran Sosial. :D Yes, Mrs Raj. I love you [: Talk you mock. Print the screen. Own the scone. Nobody is a somebody. Thankful for the school. Juggle and gurgle. Streetwise, beware the price!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ALL RANDOM THOUGHTS. I don't know whether you can link them together. If you can, you think like me. Hurraaah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. Sorry for not replying your tags. I do read them of course. :) Don't worry. I love all of you as much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Edit/&lt;/b&gt; Oh yea, I remembered something. Chris mentioned something about the goths in his school saying that the world is going to end today just because it's 060606. Oh yea, the world is so ending. Crazy people.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8856925-114959805836410232?l=sugaa-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8856925/posts/default/114959805836410232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8856925/posts/default/114959805836410232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugaa-.blogspot.com/2006/06/go-go-go-team.html' title='THE GO GO GO TEAM'/><author><name>iry.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06537295879390945077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://img167.imageshack.us/img167/1250/iryx0582xj7.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8856925.post-114950898006330792</id><published>2006-06-05T19:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-05T20:18:49.636+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ROCK KILLS KID.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5843/312/320/IRYX%20165.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a place I'm looking for,&lt;br /&gt;but I just want more.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School was &lt;b&gt;FUN&lt;/b&gt;. I tell you a secret but you can't tell any of my Geog teachers. I played Bingo for the whole 1 and half hour with Phebe and Sophie. Daaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaamn. It's a shitload of fun. I love the theatrette, I swear. Last week's Social Studies lessons was in there and WE HAD ICE DROPPING OUT FROM THE AIRCON. Fun stuff. And yes, I remembered. I want to grow up and become a &lt;b&gt;SAM-PEN&lt;/b&gt; driver.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically, I'm quite in a hyper mood. I think you can tell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think I would like to code this layout but still, people are begging me for a new layout. So people, YAY/NAY? TAG IT. ( &lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v29/mzsuga/holdonchildren.jpg"&gt;Check it out :\&lt;/a&gt; )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8856925-114950898006330792?l=sugaa-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8856925/posts/default/114950898006330792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8856925/posts/default/114950898006330792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugaa-.blogspot.com/2006/06/rock-kills-kid.html' title='ROCK KILLS KID.'/><author><name>iry.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06537295879390945077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://img167.imageshack.us/img167/1250/iryx0582xj7.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8856925.post-114933043639209491</id><published>2006-06-03T17:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-03T18:28:32.116+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BIRDY NAM NAM BABY</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5843/312/320/IRYX%20126_2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The crane disturbs me. :&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am supposed to start homework today but HEY! WHAT A SURPRISE! Not. I'm sitting in front of the computer, checking out new bands and I actually made another layout. I was lazy to code it so put it aside. I don't know where to start if you get what I mean. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait for next week. Putri, Shirin and Sidd are coming over for movie marathon! But you know what, it isn't confirmed. But I don't care all of you must make it. We need a kambing reunion man. )): I miss all of you. I bet you guys miss me too. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, yesterday our principal came to class to help us plan our time well before the exams come. Starting today, I have exactly 12 weeks and 3 days. I actually laughed when she mentioned about sour prunes. "When you think of sour prunes, you'll start to salivate. It's an automatic reaction. Sour prunes. Salivate." I was like thinking, "Uh, riiiiiiiiight." It was funny. Sour prunes make you salivate. It's like hot guys make you swoon. Ok wth, no link. She's just trying to emphasize on linking things together and how one thing makes you think of another. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brother's away at a camp in Johor. The house is kind of quiet. No squealing from the recorder, no awful singing. I don't believe I would say this but though it's only the second day, I miss him. I want to roll around the house with him. When he comes home tomorrow, I'll make banners saying, "TAUFIQ ROLL WITH ME! I LOVE YOU!" Haha, this is what happens when you are too bored. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Birdy Nam Nam, Birdy Nam Nam, Birdy Birdy baby. Nam Nam.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8856925-114933043639209491?l=sugaa-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8856925/posts/default/114933043639209491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8856925/posts/default/114933043639209491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugaa-.blogspot.com/2006/06/birdy-nam-nam-baby.html' title='BIRDY NAM NAM BABY'/><author><name>iry.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06537295879390945077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://img167.imageshack.us/img167/1250/iryx0582xj7.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8856925.post-114915698731342513</id><published>2006-06-01T17:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-01T18:16:27.390+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thievery Corporation!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5843/312/320/out%20030.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spit, fountain. SPIT.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank god tomorrow's a Friday. I've been waiting for the weekends eversince Tuesday. I won't say school was totally boring but it has been boring. Can't help it. Holidays = school. Every week, there's bound to be a day where I'll be spending my time in school.  ]:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During English today, I partially drifted away. I was still scribbling notes.Then I had many questions popping into my head. Why do we laugh? Why do we cry? Why do we feel? What if we don't feel? What if we don't react? Do we have to love? Why must we love? Must we be loved by someone else? What happens if we aren't? Why must we study? Why can't we live like farmer's children? Isn't life easy then? Why are they raising the standards of education? Why must there be so much money involved? What if I can't afford? Will I be stupid? Why must there be something called money? Why must there be something called love? Is it guranteed that if I die, I'll go to heaven? What if there is no heaven? Will I just keep on falling out of the sky without ever reaching the ground? ... .. . I stopped asking myself questions. I was getting confused. Well, that wasn't my last question. Am I even human?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been 3 weeks. I feel like I was being treated like underwear. If you feel like it, you wear me. If you don't, you chuck me aside. You don't even bother WASHING me. How sad but it's true. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mind is a muffler as Arab on Radar would say. :]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8856925-114915698731342513?l=sugaa-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8856925/posts/default/114915698731342513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8856925/posts/default/114915698731342513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugaa-.blogspot.com/2006/06/thievery-corporation.html' title='Thievery Corporation!'/><author><name>iry.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06537295879390945077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://img167.imageshack.us/img167/1250/iryx0582xj7.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8856925.post-114898592652721297</id><published>2006-05-30T18:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-30T18:45:26.606+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MuteMathz.</title><content type='html'>I have no time for pictures. Just w-o-r-d-s.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so happy my top artist on my Last.fm is Enon. It sounds so Malay but believe me, there is no connection at all. They are fantastic. I recommend them to fans of Les Savy Fav, The Unicorns and those who love Electronica/Indiepop. Good stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Malay O's was rather boring. It felt like a normal test since Cikgu was invigilating us. But of course, I took it seriously. &lt;i&gt;Meluap-luap&lt;/i&gt;.. sorry but I'm stupid. I had no idea what that word meant. Ah, two more weeks of school, JUST AMAZING. Ok, I think I need it somehow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cried during my sleep. I hate dreams.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8856925-114898592652721297?l=sugaa-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8856925/posts/default/114898592652721297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8856925/posts/default/114898592652721297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugaa-.blogspot.com/2006/05/mutemathz.html' title='MuteMathz.'/><author><name>iry.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06537295879390945077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://img167.imageshack.us/img167/1250/iryx0582xj7.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8856925.post-114881843173603848</id><published>2006-05-28T20:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-28T20:13:51.746+08:00</updated><title type='text'>She Wants Revenge</title><content type='html'>SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT &lt;b&gt;IT'S MOTHER TONGUE O'S TOMORROW. I'M SO SCAREEEEEEEED. DIE.&lt;/b&gt; SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K, all the best to all of you. &amp;hearts;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8856925-114881843173603848?l=sugaa-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8856925/posts/default/114881843173603848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8856925/posts/default/114881843173603848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugaa-.blogspot.com/2006/05/she-wants-revenge.html' title='She Wants Revenge'/><author><name>iry.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06537295879390945077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://img167.imageshack.us/img167/1250/iryx0582xj7.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8856925.post-114864958500903030</id><published>2006-05-26T21:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-26T21:19:45.020+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Some Sufjan Song.</title><content type='html'>Boy oh boy. Our school's going crazy. I thank God it's my last year and I hope my sister won't get tortured in my school. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Craaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaazy (FULL-SER-TOP)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8856925-114864958500903030?l=sugaa-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8856925/posts/default/114864958500903030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8856925/posts/default/114864958500903030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugaa-.blogspot.com/2006/05/some-sufjan-song.html' title='Some Sufjan Song.'/><author><name>iry.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06537295879390945077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://img167.imageshack.us/img167/1250/iryx0582xj7.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8856925.post-114855607369915971</id><published>2006-05-25T18:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-25T19:21:13.796+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sometimes (I Wish) - City &amp; Colour</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 300px; height: 225px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v29/mzsuga/IRYX120.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did not attend my last Cross Country this year. Awww, sad. heard Fearon won. Congrats! *ahemlikeyearighttheysolikewonuhhwhatever* Anyways, staying at home was not fun. Rashes, a no-no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just 4 more days to MT O's. I got nothing to say. I wrote my private journal entry in Malay. Believe me, it was tough. I made it a point to write it in Malay. Lol. Ah, I just hope I can do it. Good luck to the rest!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have nothing much going on with my life. Except for one. I had a really weird dream yesterday. I had Dil sitting on my sofa, watching television with my whole family PLUS a whole lot of people whom I don't recognize at all. It was freaky (horny too), I tell you. Teeheehee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;If I was a simple man,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Would we still walk hand in hand?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And if I suddenly went blind,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Would you still look in my eyes?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;What happens when I grow old?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And all my stories have been told?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Will your heart still race for me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Or will it march to a new beat?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;If I was a simple man&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;If I was a simple man,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'd own no home, I'd own no land&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Would you still stand by my side?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And would our flame still burn so bright?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sometimes I wonder why,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm so full of these endless rhymes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;About the way I feel inside&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I wish I could just get it right&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;If I was a simple man&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And I could make you understand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;There'd be no reason to think twice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You'd be my sun; you'd be my light&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;If I was a simple man...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;If I was a simple man...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sometimes I wonder why&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm so full of these endless rhymes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;About the way I feel inside&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I wish...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sometimes...&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/8856925-114855607369915971?l=sugaa-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8856925/posts/default/114855607369915971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8856925/posts/default/114855607369915971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugaa-.blogspot.com/2006/05/sometimes-i-wish-city-colour.html' title='Sometimes (I Wish) - City &amp; Colour'/><author><name>iry.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06537295879390945077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://img167.imageshack.us/img167/1250/iryx0582xj7.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8856925.post-114830545017092046</id><published>2006-05-22T21:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-22T21:44:11.710+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Musick, as he spells it? Bleh.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5843/312/320/IMG_0026.0.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Hurry up, COME BACK. I MISS YOU OK SYEILA!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remembered that I had so much time to waste that I would actually cut my transperancies to make stencils, one after another. So much time that I could waste it gossiping with friends, be it online or not. A lot of time that I actually wasted all of it away and now, I somehow figured those times were the best times for me to actually study and try passing English.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After what Nina told me, I was considering my opportunity to apply for DSA at NJ. They want &lt;b&gt;Malay Dancers&lt;/b&gt;. I &lt;b&gt;AM&lt;/b&gt; a Malay Dancer. The big problem is my mid-year results just ruined the whole dream of getting into a top JC and continuing something I really like, that is Malay Dance, to another level. Now, I was even thinking whether I could enter JC. What Mrs Raj said today was also true. She made me feel so hopeless because I've been trying so hard for English and yet, it's not going anywhere at all. When all hopes are lost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please, make me a happy person as I was before. ):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8856925-114830545017092046?l=sugaa-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8856925/posts/default/114830545017092046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8856925/posts/default/114830545017092046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugaa-.blogspot.com/2006/05/musick-as-he-spells-it-bleh.html' title='Musick, as he spells it? Bleh.'/><author><name>iry.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06537295879390945077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://img167.imageshack.us/img167/1250/iryx0582xj7.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8856925.post-114821883554842735</id><published>2006-05-21T21:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-21T21:40:35.550+08:00</updated><title type='text'>DFA 1979</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;you are still the song i sing to myself when i'm alone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8856925-114821883554842735?l=sugaa-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8856925/posts/default/114821883554842735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8856925/posts/default/114821883554842735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugaa-.blogspot.com/2006/05/dfa-1979.html' title='DFA 1979'/><author><name>iry.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06537295879390945077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://img167.imageshack.us/img167/1250/iryx0582xj7.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8856925.post-114804270457948502</id><published>2006-05-19T20:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-19T20:45:04.656+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blindside</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5843/312/320/ilya%20036.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Blindside obsession is back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here to post my results. Laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;English&lt;/b&gt; - &lt;u&gt;33/100 F9&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Malay&lt;/b&gt; - 58.5/100 C5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Maths&lt;/b&gt; - 75.2/100 A1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Pure Physics&lt;/b&gt; - &lt;u&gt;49.5/100 D7&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Pure Chem&lt;/b&gt; - 64.2/100 B4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Pure Geog&lt;/b&gt; - 60.2/100 B4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Comb. Humans&lt;/b&gt; - 55/100 C5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Amaths&lt;/b&gt; - 68.2/100 B3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L1R5 = 26&lt;br /&gt;L1R4 = 21&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Save me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8856925-114804270457948502?l=sugaa-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8856925/posts/default/114804270457948502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8856925/posts/default/114804270457948502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugaa-.blogspot.com/2006/05/blindside.html' title='Blindside'/><author><name>iry.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06537295879390945077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://img167.imageshack.us/img167/1250/iryx0582xj7.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8856925.post-114787207900531548</id><published>2006-05-17T21:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-17T21:25:29.350+08:00</updated><title type='text'>THE GO! TEAM SUCK0RZ.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5843/312/320/mics.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My 360th post.&lt;br /&gt;I love her. I really do. &amp;hearts;&lt;br /&gt;She listens to everything, I swear.&lt;br /&gt;She has the awesomest songs, like uh woah.&lt;br /&gt;Nadeoooooooooooooooooooo, I wAnTZ TO MaRRie EEuU~*&lt;br /&gt;Ew. Haha, I love her (plus, The Go! Team).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8856925-114787207900531548?l=sugaa-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8856925/posts/default/114787207900531548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8856925/posts/default/114787207900531548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugaa-.blogspot.com/2006/05/go-team-suck0rz.html' title='THE GO! TEAM SUCK0RZ.'/><author><name>iry.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06537295879390945077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://img167.imageshack.us/img167/1250/iryx0582xj7.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8856925.post-114778569118107113</id><published>2006-05-16T20:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-16T22:21:57.966+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Letter Kills</title><content type='html'>I have no picture today. One word: LAZY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;You could hold my heart&lt;br /&gt;It's all yours if you want.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh, malay intensive starts tomorrow. 8 to 12, 4 hours of malay. I was wondering if there was any break or recess in between. Let's hope there is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;i got lost in the crowd. good music, but still lost, and lonely. so i danced to blend in, you can see the flirts, the lust and the sex that could have happened with people who've had lost their mind to alcohol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then it was my turn to go out for some fresh air, fresh everything. i missed out on my camera, it could have been a perfect picture. i sat down and looked at the greenish glow of the old buildings infront, the orangey tint of the sidewalks and streetlights, and the navy blue sky, not reaching the black because of the glowing moon. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;why am i alone, why do i not have anyone sitting beside me, hugging me and noticing the colours with me?&lt;/span&gt; i don't like being alone, i don't like waiting for something to happen, and i don't like not getting what i want, even when i ask nicely. i hate the tobacco smoke and the smell of beer and i hate couples fighting when they have no idea what they have, they have companion and they don't know how to treasure it, they have love or lust, whatever, but at least they have something and i don't.&lt;/i&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- taken off Nash's LJ&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8856925-114778569118107113?l=sugaa-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8856925/posts/default/114778569118107113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8856925/posts/default/114778569118107113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugaa-.blogspot.com/2006/05/letter-kills.html' title='Letter Kills'/><author><name>iry.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06537295879390945077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://img167.imageshack.us/img167/1250/iryx0582xj7.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8856925.post-114770193396705263</id><published>2006-05-15T21:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-16T01:01:31.376+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank You - The Whitlams</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5843/312/320/IMG_0814_2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss this bunch of weirdos in my sch (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to stop dreaming. I mean, I don't mind dreaming but I don't like it when I don't forget my dreams. It's weird. My dreams are weird. Help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to go out and start snapping. I need to snap so bad. ): Camera, anyone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Thank you for loving me at my worst.&lt;/b&gt; Ahhh, The Whitlams. &amp;hearts;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;{edit}&lt;/span&gt; ( &lt;a href="http://img480.imageshack.us/img480/7818/desktop5pa.jpg"&gt;cooler desktop than yours uhhz&lt;/a&gt; )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8856925-114770193396705263?l=sugaa-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8856925/posts/default/114770193396705263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8856925/posts/default/114770193396705263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugaa-.blogspot.com/2006/05/thank-you-whitlams.html' title='Thank You - The Whitlams'/><author><name>iry.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06537295879390945077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://img167.imageshack.us/img167/1250/iryx0582xj7.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8856925.post-114762296519170775</id><published>2006-05-14T23:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-15T00:12:00.486+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Don't Care As Long As You Sing - Beatsteaks</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5843/312/320/IRYX%20065.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You, by far, are the most wonderful mother ever. &amp;hearts;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A bit late but Happy Mother's Day to all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seems like I have to redo Penny's layout. I have no mood so I'll leave it to tomorrow or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;kaleido. says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh my iry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;kaleido. says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if only thres a fucking cure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Oh, Monaliza! says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if there was. i'll bid a gazillion cents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A fucking cure. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I go back to zeroooooooooooooooo&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, goodnight kiddos.&lt;br /&gt;(Note to self: Peligroso Pop &amp; Plastilina Mosh)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8856925-114762296519170775?l=sugaa-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8856925/posts/default/114762296519170775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8856925/posts/default/114762296519170775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugaa-.blogspot.com/2006/05/i-dont-care-as-long-as-you-sing.html' title='I Don&apos;t Care As Long As You Sing - Beatsteaks'/><author><name>iry.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06537295879390945077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://img167.imageshack.us/img167/1250/iryx0582xj7.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8856925.post-114753755836992848</id><published>2006-05-13T23:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-14T00:25:58.440+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bingo Bango - Basement Jaxx</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5843/312/320/lala%20002_2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've always wanted to take a shot of the morning sky when I'm walking to school. Taken by Angelica after I told her the sky was beautiful. Lovely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing much happen today. Another day spent at home. I told my mom that I wanted to go to the beach. Her reply, "Giler eh? Hujan pun nak pergi beach?!" (Are you crazy? It's raining and you want to go to the beach?!) And I stood there and said, "I didn't say I want to go today, did I?" Tssk. I want to spend time with Putri, Shirin and Sidd. I don't want to go town. I want to go somewhere quiet and peaceful. Nice camwhoring venues, anyone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yea, I'm currently working on Penny's layout. I'm talking to Nadeo. I'm enjoying life. I'm not feeling down anymore. Don't fret everyone. I'm ok today. I lack sleep, that was why I became crazy. I slept for 13 hours. I woke up at 1 and I thought it was 9 in the morning. I'm retarded, I swear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I read a lot of things today. I read about &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Prostitution_in_the_People%27s_Republic_of_China"&gt;prostituition in China&lt;/a&gt;, the &lt;a href="http://abc.go.com/primetime/lost/index.html"&gt;recaps&lt;/a&gt; of Lost, Livejournals, Myspace profiles (so scenezz la some of them, alamak so cool.), album reviews and many blog archives. Gosh, I was being so weird. I felt the sudden urge of reading. I want to get episodes of Lost. Daaaamn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to make a mixtape now and Penny's blog too. OF MONTREAL'S SO CUTE. Grahh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8856925-114753755836992848?l=sugaa-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8856925/posts/default/114753755836992848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8856925/posts/default/114753755836992848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugaa-.blogspot.com/2006/05/bingo-bango-basement-jaxx.html' title='Bingo Bango - Basement Jaxx'/><author><name>iry.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06537295879390945077</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='15' height='32' src='http://img167.imageshack.us/img167/1250/iryx0582xj7.jpg'/></author></entry></feed>
