<?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-19442273</id><updated>2011-04-22T03:08:14.299+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Romantic love is a mental illness</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justanotherboredspinster.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19442273/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justanotherboredspinster.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19442273/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>jenn.D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11276902110181730902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>123</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19442273.post-5182906382352975265</id><published>2007-05-20T14:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-20T14:09:53.507+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Farewell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Listen up, YO!&lt;br /&gt;hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;I'm changing to livejournal.&lt;br /&gt;Finally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;LINK ME OKAY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;a href="http://dj-jennd.livejournal.com/"&gt;MY COOL NEW BLOG!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://dj-jennd.livejournal.com/"&gt;HTTP://DJ-JENND.LIVEJOURNAL.COM&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Hover over the thingaling above if you're too lazy to type in.&lt;br /&gt;Haha.&lt;br /&gt;Farewell blogger.&lt;br /&gt;It was good while it lasted.&lt;br /&gt;It's not you, it's me.&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19442273-5182906382352975265?l=justanotherboredspinster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justanotherboredspinster.blogspot.com/feeds/5182906382352975265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19442273&amp;postID=5182906382352975265' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19442273/posts/default/5182906382352975265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19442273/posts/default/5182906382352975265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justanotherboredspinster.blogspot.com/2007/05/listen-up-yo-hahaha.html' title=''/><author><name>jenn.D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11276902110181730902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19442273.post-3898036650459921021</id><published>2007-05-16T23:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-17T00:01:18.260+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Forever Young.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woohoo. I can now use &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;colour&lt;/span&gt;!(((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have been night-studying since monday.&lt;br /&gt;Has been &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;pretty productive&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to all my night study partners!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Yunzeeeee, Kat, Ting, Sam (Hybrid Rabbit), Charlene, PP, Weixin, Feline.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay.&lt;br /&gt;Doing &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;math&lt;/span&gt; like crazy these past few days (and nights).&lt;br /&gt;It's &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;quite fun&lt;/span&gt; to do once you've got the hang of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH!&lt;br /&gt;And today's pre-night study super fun!&lt;br /&gt;Went to eat at Coronation Plaza, Golden Rooster.&lt;br /&gt;Chicken chop!&lt;br /&gt;Laughed our ass off talking about the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;most exciting school couple break up yet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thinking of potential future boyfriends for the girl also known as &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"The Dirty Golden Belle"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;Had fun yall!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right before night study was DAMNNN FUNNY!&lt;br /&gt;(Talking about &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;THE&lt;/span&gt; breakup)&lt;br /&gt;Sam's friend brings up the topic.&lt;br /&gt;Everyone's like '&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Whoa, breaking news all&lt;/span&gt;'&lt;br /&gt;Everyone else joins in, laughs like mad.&lt;br /&gt;Sam's Friend: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Imitates CNN broadcaster)&lt;/span&gt;(!)&lt;br /&gt;Sam: &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;AMSTERDAM&lt;/span&gt; BROKE UP WITH &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;KIMCHI&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I LAUGH LIKE MAD&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;ME: (disapproving tone) 1 month pass expiry date pass already.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EVERYONE LAUGHS &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;KNOWINGLY&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I then remind PP about her even worse statement about how the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;expiry date is shorter&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;EVERYONE LAUGHS&lt;/span&gt;.!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you don't live under a rock and you are in CJ, you know for sure what's THE breakup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE NIGHTSTUDY LA. I so totally love my friends yall, like ohmygawd(!)HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;Love, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;DJ JennD&lt;/span&gt; (!)&lt;br /&gt;New name cool yes?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19442273-3898036650459921021?l=justanotherboredspinster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justanotherboredspinster.blogspot.com/feeds/3898036650459921021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19442273&amp;postID=3898036650459921021' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19442273/posts/default/3898036650459921021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19442273/posts/default/3898036650459921021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justanotherboredspinster.blogspot.com/2007/05/forever-young.html' title=''/><author><name>jenn.D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11276902110181730902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19442273.post-4942912286425813394</id><published>2007-05-13T15:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-13T15:48:21.059+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Nevermore.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The blogger thing is still damn weird!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bleaghhh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think it's just my computer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I don't know eh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Arghh. I want to change to Livejournal but I'm too lazy to change now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am not much of a change person.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;ANYWAYS, Friday was Lit Night!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was great (((:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Really, besides the whole 7 poems reading. Was intrigued by the first few but lost interest subsequently.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ANYWAYS, our class did this like dramatization of Edgar Allan Poe's 'The Raven'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Was great. Even though we didn't win. But we didn't even know it was a competition thing. So you know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Winson was great as the lead character, the persona or whatever. Haha. Don't know how to call it la.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But yes, he was impressive especially at the last part. I think everyone was shocked.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nick was the raven, and he did well. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;Laughed our heads off at his entrance with Sam where he blew out her candle.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Damn funny.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The narrators! Whoo. They did a fantastic job reading. Really nice projected voices all. Seriously&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sam, Kat, Wei Xin, Charlene, Zehra, Priscilla.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yeahh and everyone looked so pretty!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Haha. Got picture all. Stole from Stelli's and Charlene's blog.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hahaha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ycH-45G7NrM/RkbBPJAeWiI/AAAAAAAAAA8/pIqfKnBKLvc/s1600-h/Lit+Night+Girls..JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063947296884808226" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ycH-45G7NrM/RkbBPJAeWiI/AAAAAAAAAA8/pIqfKnBKLvc/s320/Lit+Night+Girls..JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ycH-45G7NrM/RkbB85AeWjI/AAAAAAAAABE/cP7bpydIMGc/s1600-h/LitNightRowPic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063948082863823410" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ycH-45G7NrM/RkbB85AeWjI/AAAAAAAAABE/cP7bpydIMGc/s320/LitNightRowPic.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, anyways, MATH IS KILLING ME.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;LITERALLY.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gosh, I'm even dreaming of it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am so gonna fail midyears which is next week!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;BLEAGHHHH.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;BUT I HAVE TO PASS.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;BLEAGHH.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;HELP HELP.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19442273-4942912286425813394?l=justanotherboredspinster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justanotherboredspinster.blogspot.com/feeds/4942912286425813394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19442273&amp;postID=4942912286425813394' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19442273/posts/default/4942912286425813394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19442273/posts/default/4942912286425813394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justanotherboredspinster.blogspot.com/2007/05/nevermore.html' title=''/><author><name>jenn.D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11276902110181730902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ycH-45G7NrM/RkbBPJAeWiI/AAAAAAAAAA8/pIqfKnBKLvc/s72-c/Lit+Night+Girls..JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19442273.post-3279934767694737534</id><published>2007-05-06T15:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-06T15:27:23.204+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hang Me Up To Dry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My blogger thing is weird. Or maybe it's like the new improved thing. It's like all the tools are all over the place.&lt;br /&gt;I prefer the old, more organised one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, this past week has been a total ohmygosh week.&lt;br /&gt;What with TWO tutorial outlines and a history test.&lt;br /&gt;And other stuff. Which I have yet to complete.&lt;br /&gt;My gosh, I'm so glad I survived.&lt;br /&gt;((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I probably survived because of the thought that dear Szeming, Ting and Charissa were coming over to play monopoly and have fun.&lt;br /&gt;And we did! Although Charissa decided to go back home )):&lt;br /&gt;Haha, Ting was the market spoiler who spoilt markets for me, szeming and my sister.&lt;br /&gt;Haha. Stupid girl!&lt;br /&gt;Yepp, my parents being so hospitable and all bought for them doughnuts and all that.&lt;br /&gt;And was so nice to them!&lt;br /&gt;Haha, after they left, they scolded me for not cleaning up my room enough. HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;Yepp, really had fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, you know just when you thought the stress is all over, you get stressed out all over just that it's about a different thing altogether.&lt;br /&gt;LIT NIGHT!&lt;br /&gt;Firstly there's the skit thing we have yet to prepare but are supposed to present it on TUESDAY!&lt;br /&gt;AND also there's the more important issue ( at least for me) of what to wear!&lt;br /&gt;My god, I've never been this stressed out for lit... EVER.&lt;br /&gt;Bleaghhh.&lt;br /&gt;I am planning not to look like a loser at lit night.&lt;br /&gt;WHERE EVERYONE'S PROBABLY GONNA WEAR DAMN GLAM DRESSES!&lt;br /&gt;I thought of wearing a dress, but decided against it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyways, I bought a top which in my opinion is super nice ((:&lt;br /&gt;I'm super happy with it.&lt;br /&gt;Probably the first time, I've been happy with something I bought for more than 2 days.&lt;br /&gt;I usually regret after 24 hrs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope I'm not underdressed man.&lt;br /&gt;It's almost like a dress rehearsal to prom.&lt;br /&gt;God, help me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope my dad can apply for more credit cards, them maybe we'll have more Takashimaya vouchers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OHMYGOSH. My blogger is so weird. I can't even add colour and bold and all that stuff. Bleaghh.&lt;br /&gt;My world's turning upside down.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19442273-3279934767694737534?l=justanotherboredspinster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justanotherboredspinster.blogspot.com/feeds/3279934767694737534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19442273&amp;postID=3279934767694737534' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19442273/posts/default/3279934767694737534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19442273/posts/default/3279934767694737534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justanotherboredspinster.blogspot.com/2007/05/hang-me-up-to-dry.html' title=''/><author><name>jenn.D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11276902110181730902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19442273.post-2109240532534032900</id><published>2007-04-30T20:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-30T22:08:19.196+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Brighter Than Sunshine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Goh Szeming&lt;/span&gt;!!!&lt;br /&gt;You're 18.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;I LOVE YOU OKAY&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Please don't let my love for you be overshadowed by R_ _ _ _ _ _!&lt;br /&gt;You know who right? Haha. Joking.&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Thanks for being my friend despite my lameness!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yepp, it's her birthday. We gave her this thingy thing. Like vanguard or something. Pictures will be up soon.&lt;br /&gt;Charissa prepared it, so &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;THANK YOU&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;Yay. I can't wait for the pictures.&lt;br /&gt;I was supposed to go for this dinner thing with Ting, Szeming and Charissa BUT my mom's been pretty anal about me coming home late and all this past week so I decided to be good.&lt;br /&gt;NOTE: Latest I've been home this week is 9-ish! WTH.&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm totally being &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;classified a loser&lt;/span&gt; now.&lt;br /&gt;Bleaghh.&lt;br /&gt;Off days for my mom are evidently not good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OHH YES! I FORGOT ONE VERY IMPORTANT DETAIL.&lt;br /&gt;OUR FAMILY &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;FINALLY OWNS A GODDAMN CAR&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;God, like finally.&lt;br /&gt;No more lying to the cab driver that I'm sec 3 anymore just so we can fit 4 people into the back seat. Although, I can certainly pass off as sec 3, which is just purely depressing.&lt;br /&gt;Haha.&lt;br /&gt;But yes, we got a car, but I've yet to experience my first ride to school.&lt;br /&gt;I'm so excited for it, that I was so upset about the labour day holiday. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;But, I've got tons of work to catch up on, so this holiday's definitely a blessing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, so anyways, the eye-candy I've been secretly... eyeing on is not my eye-candy anymore.&lt;br /&gt;Haha, it wasn't so much of a secret.&lt;br /&gt;Whole class got to know of my &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;disgustingly bad taste in boys&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Apparently this guy is kind of like a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;disgusting loser&lt;/span&gt; la.&lt;br /&gt;Like a wannabe loser.&lt;br /&gt;Not the nice kind of loser that I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always pick the wrong boys.&lt;br /&gt;I thought I could finally eye-candy someone for the FIRST time in CJ, but apparently not.&lt;br /&gt;Bleaghh.&lt;br /&gt;The last eye-candy I had  had suicidal tendencies back at Innova like 1 1/2 years ago.&lt;br /&gt;HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;Gosh, I should stick to older men la.&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, like&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;James Spader&lt;/span&gt;. ((:&lt;br /&gt;Correction: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Charming old men&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of which, Vivian Balakrishnan is coming over to my block, or somewhere nearby for a 'Meet The People' session.&lt;br /&gt;((:&lt;br /&gt;Super exciting.&lt;br /&gt;He &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;IS&lt;/span&gt; a charming old man!&lt;br /&gt;Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired already.&lt;br /&gt; Bye.((:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19442273-2109240532534032900?l=justanotherboredspinster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justanotherboredspinster.blogspot.com/feeds/2109240532534032900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19442273&amp;postID=2109240532534032900' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19442273/posts/default/2109240532534032900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19442273/posts/default/2109240532534032900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justanotherboredspinster.blogspot.com/2007/04/brighter-than-sunshine.html' title=''/><author><name>jenn.D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11276902110181730902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19442273.post-6044221630354715471</id><published>2007-04-28T15:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-28T23:01:16.935+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Love Songs. ((:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;1. Brand New Colony by The Postal Service.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;2. New Slang by The Shins.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;3.Passenger Seat by Death Cab For Cutie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;4. I will Follow You Into The Dark by Death Cab For Cutie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;5. The Investigation by Sugarcult.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;6. Singing Softly To Me By Kings Of Convenience.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;7. Such Great Heights by The Postal Service/ Iron &amp; Wine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;-- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;The Iron&amp;Wine version would be perfect for a wedding! ((:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;8. Love and Some Verses by Iron &amp; Wine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;9. Closer By Joshua Radin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;10. The Fear You Won't Fall by Joshua Radin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;11. Northern Sky by Nick Drake&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;12. Pink Moon by Nick Drake&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;13. It's Good To Be In Love by Frou Frou.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;14. Say Yes by Elliott Smith&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;15. Between The Bars by Elliott Smith.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;16. Ever So Sweet by The Early November.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;17. Run by Snow Patrol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;18. Chasing Cars by Snow Patrol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;19. Lock Sprot Krock by Nikola Sarcevic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;20. Look After You by The Fray&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;21. Be Be Your Love by Rachael Yamagata&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;22. Crown of Love By Arcade Fire&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;23.  Sway by The Perishers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;24. Simple, Starving To Be Safe by Daphne Loves Derby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;25. Gotta Have You by The Weepies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;26. Closer by Travis.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;27. This Never Happened Before by Paul McCartney&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;28. Spiders by Lovedrug&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;29. Brightest by Copeland&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;30. By My Side by Copeland&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;Yep, these are my favourite-est love songs for now.&lt;br /&gt;Check them out if possible.&lt;br /&gt;Most of the songs can be heard on http://www.radioblogclub.com.&lt;br /&gt;((:&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy.!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19442273-6044221630354715471?l=justanotherboredspinster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justanotherboredspinster.blogspot.com/feeds/6044221630354715471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19442273&amp;postID=6044221630354715471' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19442273/posts/default/6044221630354715471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19442273/posts/default/6044221630354715471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justanotherboredspinster.blogspot.com/2007/04/love-songs.html' title=''/><author><name>jenn.D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11276902110181730902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19442273.post-857460598604478603</id><published>2007-04-28T11:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-28T15:18:25.460+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;The Comeback.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ycH-45G7NrM/RjLGNZAeWfI/AAAAAAAAAAk/Hzaz9n5aGX0/s1600-h/Light+True+Religion+Jeans..jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5058323264843962866" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 178px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 310px" height="329" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ycH-45G7NrM/RjLGNZAeWfI/AAAAAAAAAAk/Hzaz9n5aGX0/s320/Light+True+Religion+Jeans..jpg" width="188" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Ok, the long-awaited little lesson about designer jeans is here. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe, it's not so long-awaited but definitely for me.&lt;br /&gt;Gosh, I feel super enlightened.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;True Religion.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;True Religion Brand Jeans was established in December of 2002 to take denim in a refreshing new direction. The Los Angeles based premium denim company has become known for its intense attention to detail: from the fashion-forward seams, to the remarkable embroidery and innovative hand-sanded vintage washes, True Religion Brand Jeans has distinguished itself as a leader in the high-end denim market for men, women and kids. The line also includes a myriad of colored corduroy pants, skirts, shirts, shorts, jackets, blazers, hoodies, T-shirts and everything in between. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Price: USD171++++++++&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ycH-45G7NrM/RjLKAJAeWgI/AAAAAAAAAAs/sIVIJ7HZuF8/s1600-h/Citizens+OF+Humanity+Black+Jeans..jpg"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5058327435257207298" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ycH-45G7NrM/RjLKAJAeWgI/AAAAAAAAAAs/sIVIJ7HZuF8/s320/Citizens+OF+Humanity+Black+Jeans..jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Citizens of Humanity.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Citizens of Humanity sells both mens' and womens' jeans, and womens' skirts as well. Their jeans are marked with a signature twisted "h" on their back pockets.&lt;br /&gt;Citizens of Humanity's jeans are noted for their universal fit. Unlike other designer brands, the Humanity waistband is not contoured, making it much more accomodating. Some jeans are stretch (2%) but most remain rigid (100% cotton). Overall, Humanity jeans are clean, simple, and basic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ycH-45G7NrM/RjLRbpAeWhI/AAAAAAAAAA0/AdzQ9Du99OI/s1600-h/Seven+For+All+Mankind+Jeans..jpg"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5058335604285004306" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ycH-45G7NrM/RjLRbpAeWhI/AAAAAAAAAA0/AdzQ9Du99OI/s320/Seven+For+All+Mankind+Jeans..jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Seven For All Mankind / 'Sevens'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Michael Glasser and Jerome Dahan started the 7 for All Mankind brand in early 2000. The two partners brought in Peter Koral of L'Koral for financial backing. Dahan and Glasser, denim designers who had worked in the apparel industry for years, created the company in response to what they saw as a void in the contemporary denim market. Fashion denim had not been seen in the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a title="United States" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/United_States"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;United States&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt; for over 20 years and the most popular style for apparel was baggy, street-inspired jeans. Focusing on women's denim bottoms, the company enjoyed near-overnight success because of the fit, fabrics, washes, attention to detail, and the iconic swooping logo that adorned the product's back pockets. A myriad of designer denim upstarts followed Seven in Los Angeles, making it the world center for casual fashion.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Ok, so that's all for now. There're only 3 now. Will find more if there's a need to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;That is when I have more money. Since all these brands cost a minimum of probably &lt;strong&gt;SGD200.00&lt;/strong&gt;. So you know. Haha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;But it's motivation enough to start saving &lt;strong&gt;alot&lt;/strong&gt; of money.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Byee!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19442273-857460598604478603?l=justanotherboredspinster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justanotherboredspinster.blogspot.com/feeds/857460598604478603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19442273&amp;postID=857460598604478603' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19442273/posts/default/857460598604478603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19442273/posts/default/857460598604478603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justanotherboredspinster.blogspot.com/2007/04/comeback.html' title=''/><author><name>jenn.D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11276902110181730902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ycH-45G7NrM/RjLGNZAeWfI/AAAAAAAAAAk/Hzaz9n5aGX0/s72-c/Light+True+Religion+Jeans..jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19442273.post-3335442651035539580</id><published>2007-04-25T22:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-25T23:17:17.565+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Why Does It Always Rain On Me?.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I figured the song title would be perfect because it has been raining incessantly.&lt;br /&gt;But I like it.&lt;br /&gt;Especially when it rains when I'm listening to the song. I feel extremely happy.&lt;br /&gt;Although, I gather, it's not really supposed to be a happy song. I don't know. It sounds so cheery though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYHOW, today was a great day. Firstly, I did some research on designer jeans/cult branded jeans. Or however you'd want to call them. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;Winson, Sam and Jessie were talking about all these weird brands of jeans that I was totally &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;clueless &lt;/span&gt;about.&lt;br /&gt;Sigh. They're all so expensive anyway.&lt;br /&gt;No wonder I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;I'll just stick to &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Levi's&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;GAP.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I'll post my findings on the jeans tomorrow ALONG with my love song playlist which I have compiled ((:&lt;br /&gt;Confirm heart-melting songs.&lt;br /&gt;Gosh, my english was so... off. Bleaghh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohh, anyways, I was such a &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;smiley&lt;/span&gt; person going home today.&lt;br /&gt;Haha.&lt;br /&gt;Probably because of the talk with dear &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;ever-so-fascinated&lt;/span&gt; Ting and also,&lt;br /&gt;because I might have seen a special someone at the bus stop.&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;He's relatively good-looking only la. And you know how that's a rare sight in CJ. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And also, because my &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;'Chill-Out Songs'&lt;/span&gt; playlist played 'Why Does It Always Rain On Me' again, while it was raining. My list has about 120 songs by the way, so the odds are quite low that the song was actually played and that it was also played on a rainy day eh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sounds so H1 math. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Probability&lt;/span&gt; I think. What's the probability that both events will happen?&lt;br /&gt;Bleaghhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No wonder I'm failing math.&lt;br /&gt;Sigh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19442273-3335442651035539580?l=justanotherboredspinster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justanotherboredspinster.blogspot.com/feeds/3335442651035539580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19442273&amp;postID=3335442651035539580' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19442273/posts/default/3335442651035539580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19442273/posts/default/3335442651035539580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justanotherboredspinster.blogspot.com/2007/04/why-does-it-always-rain-on-me.html' title=''/><author><name>jenn.D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11276902110181730902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19442273.post-7936346637789149840</id><published>2007-04-24T22:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-25T23:21:52.243+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;It's Good To Be In Love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello! I'm supposed to be studying econs now according my well-planned time-table. But I'm procrastinating a bit.&lt;br /&gt;Gonna watch Heroes in a bit! Gosh, like finally after god knows how many months!&lt;br /&gt;SUPER EXCITED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OHH. And speaking about excited.&lt;br /&gt;I just heard the new single from Snow Patrol called Signal Fire which is gonna be featured on the&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; Spider-Man 3 soundtrack&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;And the song's damn good!&lt;br /&gt;Really.&lt;br /&gt;It's the same old same old basically.&lt;br /&gt;But I love their same old stuff.&lt;br /&gt;You'll definitely like it if you loved 'Open Your Eyes' and 'Run'&lt;br /&gt;Yepp. AND THE LYRICS ARE WONDERFUL.!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/I7taFtKZEDA"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/I7taFtKZEDA" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;The perfect words never crossed my mind,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;'cause there was nothing in there but you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;I felt every ounce of me screaming out,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;But the sound was trapped deep in me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;All I wanted just sped right past me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;While I was rooted fast to the earth,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;I could be stuck here for a thousand years,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Without your arms to drag me out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;There you are standing right in front of me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;There you are standing right in front of me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;All this fear falls away to leave me naked,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Hold me close cause I need you to guide me to safety&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;No I don't wanna wait forever &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;class style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-style: italic;" id="NoSteal"&gt;&lt;/class&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;In the confusion and the aftermath,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;You are my signal fire.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;The only resolution and the only joy,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Is the faint spark of forgiveness in your eyes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;There you are standing right in front of me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;There you are standing right in front of me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;All this fear falls away to leave me naked,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Hold me close cause I need you to guide me to safety.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;There you are standing right in front of me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;There you are standing right in front of me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;All this fear falls away to leave me naked,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Hold me close cause I need you to guide me to safety.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;No I don't wanna wait forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Such a sigh-able song eh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19442273-7936346637789149840?l=justanotherboredspinster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justanotherboredspinster.blogspot.com/feeds/7936346637789149840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19442273&amp;postID=7936346637789149840' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19442273/posts/default/7936346637789149840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19442273/posts/default/7936346637789149840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justanotherboredspinster.blogspot.com/2007/04/its-good-to-be-in-love.html' title=''/><author><name>jenn.D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11276902110181730902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19442273.post-6317549555865055006</id><published>2007-04-22T22:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-22T23:33:13.087+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Caring Is Creepy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was just re-listening to some songs that I haven't listened to in a while. And I came across a song that I haven't listened to in DAMN LONG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Brand New Colony by The Postal Service.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the perfect love song! Seriously.&lt;br /&gt;I decided that it will be played at my wedding. ((:&lt;br /&gt;There's this one line which is damn beautiful and it applies to me;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; I'll be the platform shoes and undo what heredity's done to you...&lt;br /&gt;You won't have to strain to look into my eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so after, thinking about that, I realised that I want to come with a list of potential wedding songs. It's still being done. So, it will be my next post. ((: So exciting!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://stat.radioblogclub.com/radio.blog/skins/mini/player.swf" allowscriptaccess="always" bgcolor="#FF0000" id="radioblog_player_0" flashvars="id=0&amp;filepath=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.shimmypop.net%2Fveronica%2Fradio.blog%2Fsounds%2FThe%20Postal%20Service%20-%20Brand%20New%20Colony.rbs&amp;amp;colors=body:#FF0000;border:#FFFFFF;button:#FFFFFF;player_text:#FFFFFF;playlist_text:#999999;" height="23" width="180"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I predict this week is gonna be a hectic week. I've given myself a sort of study time table that I plan to obediently follow.&lt;br /&gt;OH! I went shopping at Popular the other day. Haha. Sounds so unglam.&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, yes I did. And I bought alot of stuff that would hopefully allow me to be more organized and what not. Like files. And lit notebooks for... Lit. I realised I keep losing my foolscap! Bleaghh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, hopefully this time, my attempt at being organised will last a while. My previous two attempts in the last 4 months have failed miserably. Like really. I became even more disorganised. But I have a good feeling about the third time eh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha.&lt;br /&gt;Sigh. Just wish me luck for the weeks ahead.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19442273-6317549555865055006?l=justanotherboredspinster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justanotherboredspinster.blogspot.com/feeds/6317549555865055006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19442273&amp;postID=6317549555865055006' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19442273/posts/default/6317549555865055006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19442273/posts/default/6317549555865055006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justanotherboredspinster.blogspot.com/2007/04/caring-is-creepy.html' title=''/><author><name>jenn.D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11276902110181730902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19442273.post-7925727144836432086</id><published>2007-04-17T21:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-17T22:05:50.512+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;In The Waiting Line.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today started off with a huge shock. Read the newspapers in the morning and saw the front page news about the University campus Massacre that killed freaking 33 people including the gunman himself.&lt;br /&gt;Gosh.&lt;br /&gt;I think if anyone were to go to American, the person probably has a 1 in 5 probability that he/she will be shot or something.&lt;br /&gt;Seriously.&lt;br /&gt;America seriously has to do something about the Second Amendment and control the freaking gun culture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, besides the shocking awful news, there was still happiness waiting after 2 pm.&lt;br /&gt;Free Cone Day at &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ben &amp; Jerry's.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like woohoo! &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;IT WAS &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;FREE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a chunky monkey AND sweet cream and cookies.&lt;br /&gt;Heh. Great fun and I was a happy girl all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Free&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Ice Cream!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, after that went to sit and talk at this eating place thingy thing at The Cathay.&lt;br /&gt;They ate some oyster thing which was super smelly.&lt;br /&gt;And we talked.&lt;br /&gt;and GOSSIPPED !&lt;br /&gt;Haha. Gossiping really makes time pass by DAMN fast la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, after a while it was just left with four of us; Me, Szeming, Feline and Randall.&lt;br /&gt;And dear Randall had to comment on how the damn skinny girls in school are actually a little fat!&lt;br /&gt;Making me feel like a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;damn dinosaur!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;ROAR!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hence, I have decided to lose weight.&lt;br /&gt;I have lost a big of weight though since the start of school.&lt;br /&gt;I think. Either that or the weighing machine's spoilt.&lt;br /&gt;Either way, I wouldn't want to know.&lt;br /&gt;So anyways, lose weight it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OR I can just tell myself that Indians should be big and voluptuous.&lt;br /&gt;Haha. Whichever works. Bleaghhhhhhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and I also realised that ugly people have a one in a million chance of getting a boyfriend or whatever.&lt;br /&gt;Because, according to Randall, no one goes for personality first. Looks come first.&lt;br /&gt;HAHA. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Sad!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not that I want one la.&lt;br /&gt;But felt super demoralised. )):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But actually ah, although I have come to terms with my ugliness and have also come to accept it, I totally feel comfortable. I wouldn't want to have any other face.&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm. Does that make sense?&lt;br /&gt;As long as I'm happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;"I was happier then with no mind-set"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; -New Slang by The Shins.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19442273-7925727144836432086?l=justanotherboredspinster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justanotherboredspinster.blogspot.com/feeds/7925727144836432086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19442273&amp;postID=7925727144836432086' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19442273/posts/default/7925727144836432086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19442273/posts/default/7925727144836432086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justanotherboredspinster.blogspot.com/2007/04/in-waiting-line.html' title=''/><author><name>jenn.D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11276902110181730902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19442273.post-8998497890975748901</id><published>2007-04-07T10:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-07T10:57:26.096+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ek3L0KcclqY"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ek3L0KcclqY" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I so totally cannot wait. Gosh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19442273-8998497890975748901?l=justanotherboredspinster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justanotherboredspinster.blogspot.com/feeds/8998497890975748901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19442273&amp;postID=8998497890975748901' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19442273/posts/default/8998497890975748901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19442273/posts/default/8998497890975748901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justanotherboredspinster.blogspot.com/2007/04/i-so-totally-cannot-wait.html' title=''/><author><name>jenn.D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11276902110181730902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19442273.post-8475336535944773806</id><published>2007-04-02T21:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-02T21:53:02.909+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The Fear You Won't Fall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am supposed to do my tutorial outline but something about the 'Golden Age of Capitalism' is putting me off.&lt;br /&gt;Bleaghh.&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, we were supposed to do 2.4 today; even psyched myself throughout the whole weekend for it.&lt;br /&gt;BUT, we got to play soccer. Thankfully. It was like OMGosh hot!&lt;br /&gt;So anyways, soccer was fun!&lt;br /&gt;Tiring nonetheless.&lt;br /&gt;I scored a goal.&lt;br /&gt;It was supposed to be a rather proud moment don't you think? But it turned into a rather embarassing moment thanks to Nick of course.&lt;br /&gt;Yunxi scored 2 goals eh. Hidden talent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was filled with quite a few embarassing moments. Well, at least I survived the monday blues.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to the song Grace Kelly by Mika.&lt;br /&gt;Such a happy song.&lt;br /&gt;All his songs are great though.&lt;br /&gt;I never knew pop music could make me so happy.&lt;br /&gt;Thank God he doesn't have the cheesy dance moves which mimic words ala boybands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/KxnAQgePmfg"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/KxnAQgePmfg" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19442273-8475336535944773806?l=justanotherboredspinster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justanotherboredspinster.blogspot.com/feeds/8475336535944773806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19442273&amp;postID=8475336535944773806' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19442273/posts/default/8475336535944773806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19442273/posts/default/8475336535944773806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justanotherboredspinster.blogspot.com/2007/04/fear-you-wont-fall.html' title=''/><author><name>jenn.D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11276902110181730902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19442273.post-8862009647896681280</id><published>2007-03-31T21:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-01T19:05:56.065+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Everybody Needs Fence To Lean On.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The words Blueberry Vodka has been stuck in my head.&lt;br /&gt; Kat knows why. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;Some retard apparently brought Blueberry Vodka to school in an F&amp;N bottle.&lt;br /&gt; Bleaghh.&lt;br /&gt; And you'd think people who went to JC are supposedly smarter.&lt;br /&gt; Evidently, this is not true.&lt;br /&gt; Anyways, this week has been the week where you can catch up on your sleep. No tests. Hardly any MAJOR assignments.&lt;br /&gt;Next week though it's gonna be a killer.&lt;br /&gt;I have an econs test. And the topic is seriously a killer.&lt;br /&gt;I have a math test. And I have to do well.&lt;br /&gt;So that when my parents see that I managed to get a 20 for common tests, they would  actually manage to recover from the heart attack seeing how I managed to pass the test.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19442273-8862009647896681280?l=justanotherboredspinster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justanotherboredspinster.blogspot.com/feeds/8862009647896681280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19442273&amp;postID=8862009647896681280' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19442273/posts/default/8862009647896681280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19442273/posts/default/8862009647896681280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justanotherboredspinster.blogspot.com/2007/03/everybody-needs-fence-to-lean-on.html' title=''/><author><name>jenn.D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11276902110181730902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19442273.post-5121838856696175034</id><published>2007-03-19T23:13:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-19T23:13:50.657+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Caught By The River&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello. I seem to blogging more nowadays eh.&lt;br /&gt;I suppose I am relatively free for now.&lt;br /&gt;I finished most of my assignments during the holidays.&lt;br /&gt;Yepp. Just finished cleaning the house.&lt;br /&gt;With the absence of my parents, the house has almost become a pig sty.&lt;br /&gt;I think there was a grammatical error there but I'm too lazy to correct it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha. Anyways, been cleaning the house because parents coming back tomorrow at 6-ish in the evening.&lt;br /&gt;So want to give them a pleasant surprise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, pleasant surprise is what &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I did not get this morning or rather the whole day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Econs common test, didn't do as well as I would have liked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;AND I STUDIED.&lt;br /&gt;Bleaghh.BLEAGHH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mass PE was bad. But I didn't exert myself that much. Was too lazy to tell myself 'I could do it.' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Not that that would work BUT I try.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a couple more weeks till NAPFA. I am praying to God I would freaking pass.&lt;br /&gt;Standing Broad Jump, you watch out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19442273-5121838856696175034?l=justanotherboredspinster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justanotherboredspinster.blogspot.com/feeds/5121838856696175034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19442273&amp;postID=5121838856696175034' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19442273/posts/default/5121838856696175034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19442273/posts/default/5121838856696175034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justanotherboredspinster.blogspot.com/2007/03/caught-by-river-hello.html' title=''/><author><name>jenn.D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11276902110181730902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19442273.post-3876087240498786808</id><published>2007-03-19T17:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-19T17:40:05.501+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Mr. Blue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Hello. Oh gosh, school's starting tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;Bleagh.&lt;br /&gt;I am so not prepared for all the upcoming assignments&lt;br /&gt;AND the assignments which are not completed as yet.&lt;br /&gt;Arghh.&lt;br /&gt;I am supposed to do my PBL but I'm looking for every possible reason not to do it.&lt;br /&gt;Nevermind. I will start in ten minutes' time.&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, not having your parents at home for 5 days can be pretty boring&lt;br /&gt;AND ANNOYING.&lt;br /&gt;My sister has automatically taken the role of my mom when by default I'm the one supposed to play mom.&lt;br /&gt;Bleaghh.&lt;br /&gt;But she is treating me like how my mom would treat me BUT worst. haha.&lt;br /&gt;Like I'm some irresponsible, immature kid who doesn't know how to clean up after myself.&lt;br /&gt;SO not true.!&lt;br /&gt;I know how to clean up after myself okay. When the situation calls for it.&lt;br /&gt;So anyways, she goes to school and CALLS me from school to fold the clothes or do the laundry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WTH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even my mom doesn't do that.&lt;br /&gt;Bleaghh.&lt;br /&gt;I feel 8 instead of a going-to-be-18-soon kid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;OHMYGOSH! School's today! Considering the time is 12.19 AM.&lt;br /&gt;Bleaghh.&lt;br /&gt;Someone hit me with a bat please.&lt;br /&gt;Or reality will get to me first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will survive.&lt;br /&gt;Bleagh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19442273-3876087240498786808?l=justanotherboredspinster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justanotherboredspinster.blogspot.com/feeds/3876087240498786808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19442273&amp;postID=3876087240498786808' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19442273/posts/default/3876087240498786808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19442273/posts/default/3876087240498786808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justanotherboredspinster.blogspot.com/2007/03/mr_3812.html' title=''/><author><name>jenn.D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11276902110181730902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19442273.post-5916403116622378540</id><published>2007-03-14T23:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-14T23:27:26.834+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Bleaghh. Confirm can't go for the Rachael Yamagata. Can't even afford the 40 bucks student concession. Plus I wouldn't have anybody to go with. AND THEY ARE SOLD OUT. ONLY 60 BUCKS AND 118 BUCKS AVAILABLE.&lt;br /&gt;Bleaghhhh. I really like her. )):&lt;br /&gt;I thought I could manage and save up on time. Like the Muse concert. Somehow managed to get money on time. Or maybe get tickets sponsored by my uncle.&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, she aint popular enough for my cousin to know her, HENCE no free tickets.&lt;br /&gt;God, I need to get a job.&lt;br /&gt;SOON.&lt;br /&gt;If it weren't for the A's.&lt;br /&gt;Gosh.&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, moving on.&lt;br /&gt;I need to get my homework done.&lt;br /&gt;I attempted today, but the source based confused me like shit.&lt;br /&gt;I was so confused, I started daydreaming.&lt;br /&gt;I've been daydreaming alot lately.&lt;br /&gt;It's so not my thing. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, parents leaving for India tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;My mom especially thinks that she's leaving for Mars or something.&lt;br /&gt;So totally anxious.&lt;br /&gt;She's scared to leave her 3 totally mature, level-headed daughters alone at home.&lt;br /&gt;Okay, maybe only one of them ((: is mature and level-headed.&lt;br /&gt;But I'm sure we'll manage.&lt;br /&gt;Plus, it's only for four days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, since it's the holidays, and I'm kind of taking a break but still trying to balance wor rather unsuccessfully... but I tried.&lt;br /&gt;So anyways, since I only have ten bucks left, I have to unfortunately restrain myself from going out.&lt;br /&gt;And hence, I have found a few new TV shows that are totally worth staying at home for.&lt;br /&gt;The first one is this show called "The Black Donnellys"&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, the Donnellys are NOT black.&lt;br /&gt;Haha. It's basically this drama about four brothers and how one of the brothers, Tommy Donnelly sacrifices everything to take of his other 3(Most of them are screw-ups) brothers.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah. He basically killed two Mob bosses, the Italian Mob boss and the Irish Mob boss to save his terribly screwed up brother Jimmy Donnelly.&lt;br /&gt;And in the process, he loses the only girl he's ever loved his entire life.&lt;br /&gt;Damn nice show.&lt;br /&gt;A bit of violence. Morbid, dark humour. But all worth it.&lt;br /&gt;I hope this show comes to Singapore. But I highly doubt it, it doesn't have stellar ratings although, the ratings are up and critics are raving about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the other show is a sitcom called "The Winner". It's about a loser basically, a guy who's 32, still lives in his parents' house- never had a job/only kissed a girl once BY ACCIDENT/still a virgin.&lt;br /&gt;Haha.&lt;br /&gt;The show's damn funny as he starts exploring his "wonder years" together with his 14 year old sidekick and new best friend, also the son of the woman he's always loved.&lt;br /&gt;DAMN FUNNY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But seriously, go check out The Black Donnellys on youtube. It doesn't have a crazy plot like Lost, Prison Break or Heroes or whatever. Just real hardcore drama. It's a breath of fresh air actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, there's a video of the ending scenes of 'The Black Donnellys' where Tommy decides to save his screw up brother Jimmy by killing both Mob bosses. Song's absolutely wonderful.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19442273-5916403116622378540?l=justanotherboredspinster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justanotherboredspinster.blogspot.com/feeds/5916403116622378540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19442273&amp;postID=5916403116622378540' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19442273/posts/default/5916403116622378540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19442273/posts/default/5916403116622378540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justanotherboredspinster.blogspot.com/2007/03/bleaghh_14.html' title=''/><author><name>jenn.D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11276902110181730902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19442273.post-2597042260709030169</id><published>2007-03-14T23:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-14T23:17:07.821+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/JRspPKWgLaQ"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/JRspPKWgLaQ" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19442273-2597042260709030169?l=justanotherboredspinster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justanotherboredspinster.blogspot.com/feeds/2597042260709030169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19442273&amp;postID=2597042260709030169' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19442273/posts/default/2597042260709030169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19442273/posts/default/2597042260709030169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justanotherboredspinster.blogspot.com/2007/03/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>jenn.D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11276902110181730902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19442273.post-7490614573480481788</id><published>2007-03-12T19:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-12T20:01:45.947+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;World Spins Madly On.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ycH-45G7NrM/RfU-VkUse4I/AAAAAAAAAAM/U_oc8I0TpgE/s1600-h/rockafella1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ycH-45G7NrM/RfU-VkUse4I/AAAAAAAAAAM/U_oc8I0TpgE/s320/rockafella1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041003898159790978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;So, Friday night was rockafella night. All the bands were good actually, I was expecting a few screw-ups here and there but no one screwed up that bad. Pretty memorable night, with the hilariously entertaining but still awesome Vacuum Cleaners band ( it's truly the revenge of the nerds) and the 5 minutes moshing experience; to Muse's Hysteria ((: Yepp, worth the ten bucks I paid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I was wondering if knowing a secret of a person makes you closer to the person by default. Haha. Just a thought. Was watching Notes On A Scandal so you can see where I get my randomness from.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH MY GOD. I am so freaking bored it's un-freaking-believable. BLEAGHH. I should start on my assignments but I just can't get started no matter how much I try.&lt;br /&gt;Gosh.&lt;br /&gt;God, help me get rid of this boredom NOW.!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realised that school and the whole idea of going to school keeps me sane, if not, I'll die from boredom. COUPLED WITH THE FACT that there's no food and I'M BROKE. AGAIN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm cranky.&lt;br /&gt;I look like a horse (?)&lt;br /&gt;I am black.&lt;br /&gt;I am cranky.&lt;br /&gt;Cranky and Black -&gt;Ugly sight.&lt;br /&gt;Cranky Cranky Cranky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bleagh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19442273-7490614573480481788?l=justanotherboredspinster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justanotherboredspinster.blogspot.com/feeds/7490614573480481788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19442273&amp;postID=7490614573480481788' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19442273/posts/default/7490614573480481788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19442273/posts/default/7490614573480481788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justanotherboredspinster.blogspot.com/2007/03/world-spins-madly-on.html' title=''/><author><name>jenn.D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11276902110181730902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ycH-45G7NrM/RfU-VkUse4I/AAAAAAAAAAM/U_oc8I0TpgE/s72-c/rockafella1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19442273.post-3481569693748025201</id><published>2007-03-04T15:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-04T15:25:38.346+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Life is beautiful&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;We live until we die&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;When you run into my arms&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;We steal a perfect moment.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Let the monsters see you smile&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Let them see you smilling.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Do I hold you too tightly? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;When will the hurt kick in? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Life is beautiful, but it's complicated.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;We barely make it. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;We don't need to understand, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;There are miracles, miracles.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yeah, life is beautiful. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Our hearts, they beat and break. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;When you run away from harm,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Will you run back into my arms, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Like you did when you were young?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Will you come back to me?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I will hold you tightly &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;When the hurting kicks in. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Life is beautiful, but it's complicated, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;we barely make it. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;We don't need to understand, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;There are miracles, miracles. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Stand where you are. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;We let all these moments pass us by.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's amazing where I'm standing, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;There's alot that we can give.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;This is ours just for the moment, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;There's alot that we can give&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;Life Is B&lt;/em&gt;e&lt;em&gt;autiful by Vega4&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19442273-3481569693748025201?l=justanotherboredspinster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justanotherboredspinster.blogspot.com/feeds/3481569693748025201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19442273&amp;postID=3481569693748025201' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19442273/posts/default/3481569693748025201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19442273/posts/default/3481569693748025201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justanotherboredspinster.blogspot.com/2007/03/life-is-beautiful-we-live-until-we-die.html' title=''/><author><name>jenn.D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11276902110181730902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19442273.post-8005874465406060184</id><published>2007-03-04T15:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-04T15:16:24.198+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello!&lt;br /&gt;CT's are FINALLY OVER.&lt;br /&gt;I was planning to enjoy my weekend before the confirm terrible results come in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BUT, &lt;/strong&gt;I have history SBQ to do. Gosh.&lt;br /&gt;So, anyways, this past week has been pretty hectic with all the studying, worrying and headaches and what not.&lt;br /&gt;So, survived the terrible CT's, watched The Pursuit Of Happyness again. Legally, this time.&lt;br /&gt;Haha.&lt;br /&gt;Next day ate Pepper Lunch for the first time after results.&lt;br /&gt;Damn good, but was quite stressed over the cooking and all.&lt;br /&gt;Heh. Talked about pretty deep(?) stuff  with Ting, Szeming.&lt;br /&gt;Was rather enlightening.&lt;br /&gt;Then went off for Lit Film Night at school straight after.&lt;br /&gt;Zehra looked damn hot but still managed to look scary, even managed to scare Ting.&lt;br /&gt;Heh.&lt;br /&gt;Our half of the cohort watched this black and white gothic film called 'The Raven'&lt;br /&gt;Super cliched. But still managed to have the scare factor. Pretty cool. And funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep. ANYWAYS, I MANAGED TO CLEAR TAMIL. Not exactly a pass, but don't have to retake. It's the minimum requirement so yeah. Not too good. But I'm okay with it. AND surprisingly, it's good for my mother too.&lt;br /&gt;But she was on medication at the time, so God knows whether she actually fully comprehended what I got.&lt;br /&gt;S and a pass for oral.&lt;br /&gt;Bleagh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully, the A's would be better.&lt;br /&gt;I really want to do well seeing how alot of people did reasonably well this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19442273-8005874465406060184?l=justanotherboredspinster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justanotherboredspinster.blogspot.com/feeds/8005874465406060184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19442273&amp;postID=8005874465406060184' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19442273/posts/default/8005874465406060184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19442273/posts/default/8005874465406060184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justanotherboredspinster.blogspot.com/2007/03/hello-cts-are-finally-over.html' title=''/><author><name>jenn.D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11276902110181730902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19442273.post-485040398230102135</id><published>2007-02-19T14:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-19T14:49:58.093+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'd Rather Dance With You.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Common tests are coming soon and I don't even feel ready at all. Bleaghh.&lt;br /&gt;But I'm studying.&lt;br /&gt;So that's good.&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I feel that something's not right with me.&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe it's just my sister bothering me.&lt;br /&gt;She keeps saying I'm depressed... just because I've been studying more than usual lately.&lt;br /&gt;Crazy cat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm trying very desperately to find a nice layout for friendster, saves me from the terrible thing called boredom. But I just feel more frustrated.&lt;br /&gt;I think doing math is so much better.&lt;br /&gt;I'm such a noob.&lt;br /&gt;And I seriously need to get a computer like soon.&lt;br /&gt;I think this computer is so old that it's probably considered an antique; like one of those first generation computers.&lt;br /&gt;So any antique lovers, please do consider my almost-antique computer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to buy so many goddamn things but I'm so broke.&lt;br /&gt;I've got 2 books I want to buy.&lt;br /&gt;A whole lot of CD's-- due to my resolution to actually buy more albums instead of d/lding.&lt;br /&gt;Gosh.&lt;br /&gt;OHH! My father just bought a car a couple of days back. It's arriving on the 25/4.&lt;br /&gt;So have to wait for quite a while.&lt;br /&gt;BUT! Purchasing a car= cutting down on other expenses.&lt;br /&gt;Therefore, my original plan of asking for a raise in allowance has to be scraped. Bleaghh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19442273-485040398230102135?l=justanotherboredspinster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justanotherboredspinster.blogspot.com/feeds/485040398230102135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19442273&amp;postID=485040398230102135' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19442273/posts/default/485040398230102135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19442273/posts/default/485040398230102135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justanotherboredspinster.blogspot.com/2007/02/id-rather-dance-with-you.html' title=''/><author><name>jenn.D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11276902110181730902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19442273.post-8851787257014195446</id><published>2007-02-13T22:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-13T22:23:37.020+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You Have My Attention.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bleaghh. This blog is close to being dead. Have to resuscitate all and hence I'm here. The oppurtunity cost of blogging is of course doing studying for my history SBQ test tomorrow. I don't know if I phrased that right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, have had a pretty bad start to the week. Firstly, the death of a family member. It was rather depressing seeing how she was so cheery but ended up doing a stupid thing. Sigh. But this has thought me to be more aware of the people around me, to detect any problems. So please, anyone who has problems or what, talk to someone, anyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My whole family is still at shock over this tragedy and don't think we'll ever be able to get over it. Goes to show how much the family suffers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, this freaking morning, me and my sisters got freaking screamed at on the bus by some absolute stranger.&lt;br /&gt;Literally screaming.&lt;br /&gt;Scared the freaking shit out of us I tell you.&lt;br /&gt;I have never ever been scolded like that in my entire life.&lt;br /&gt;Thank God, CJ's only one bus stop away.&lt;br /&gt;God, I seriously start shaking everytime I think about it.&lt;br /&gt;Bleaghhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Valentines' Day is tomorrow eh!&lt;/strong&gt; Reminds me of my very depressing lack of a love life.&lt;br /&gt;But nevermind, single is good.&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy the single days.!&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully, I won't be enjoying these days for the rest of my life.&lt;br /&gt;But V-day is also a good day to spend with friends so not so bad.&lt;br /&gt;The exchanging of cookies, chocolates etc.&lt;br /&gt;All so fun.&lt;br /&gt;But of course, it'd be nice to have some sort of surprise on V-day.&lt;br /&gt;Haha.&lt;br /&gt;Dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But but but but... I'm not &lt;strong&gt;desperate.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just that this year, there're so many damn couples within CJ itself, it's kinda hard not to notice that having that special someone is actually quite special.&lt;br /&gt;I don't think I am making sense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister told me that if I continue to look like a horse/bird/ God knows what other animal &lt;strong&gt;AND &lt;/strong&gt;continue to act retarded and supposedly immature(?!?!?!), I will remain single for the rest of my life.&lt;br /&gt;Plus the fact that I'm Indian supposedly makes me more undesirable...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ACCORDING TO MY SISTER AH. She is this super anti-Indian kid. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Obviously, she's never looked at the mirror before. Haha. Retarded kid.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh! And I realised that I like CJ and my class the oh-so-wonderful 2T04 a lot a lot better this year. Like a lot better. Maybe it's because of the classroom... maybe not. haha.&lt;br /&gt;Nevertheless, I'm happy knowing I'm in a class like 2T04.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19442273-8851787257014195446?l=justanotherboredspinster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justanotherboredspinster.blogspot.com/feeds/8851787257014195446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19442273&amp;postID=8851787257014195446' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19442273/posts/default/8851787257014195446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19442273/posts/default/8851787257014195446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justanotherboredspinster.blogspot.com/2007/02/bleaghh.html' title=''/><author><name>jenn.D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11276902110181730902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19442273.post-117034109916461153</id><published>2007-02-01T22:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-01T22:44:59.486+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2197/1924/1600/554873/sushi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2197/1924/320/325443/sushi.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;My first sushi. ((:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haven't blogged for a while, BUT everything's going great! Alot of stuff happened from the last blog post till now and I'm oh so excited to share! First's first, I successfully survived the countless tests and not to mention homework which includes the irritatingly irritating PBL Assignment. On the freaking UN. Killer. Yepp, I think Superman helped me survive!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyways, after the damn stressful week, our class decided to have a barbeque at Charlene's place. Charlene's place I tell you is like a freaking 6 star hotel room. The girl's got a huge ass TV. Nice flooring. A freaking huge shoe cabinet... with shoes in it. I have a huge cabinet too but it's empty from the lack of shoes. Anyways, yeah, you go to her room, and you'll see your dream bedroom. Or maybe even better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's got a &lt;strong&gt;freaking walk-in closet. &lt;/strong&gt;With a wonderful underwear drawer. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, we went shopping and all for the barbeque then started to get ready at the pit. All fun stuffwith exciting episodes like the great rat scurrying around. Haha. Fun stuff!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH YES! Before the barbeque, &lt;strong&gt;I FINALLY ATE MY VERY FIRST SUSHI! &lt;/strong&gt;Ting, Charlene and Sze Ming thought it was time to eat sushi and I did. I had a violent reaction though but the sushi was quite good. ((: Got picture all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, besides that went for the Hoobastank gig. Had free tickets so had no choice. Haha. But they're quite friendly but when you have muse to compare to, it's obviously not as good. BUT BUT I took a lot a lot of pictures. The only thing I enjoyed doing. I was super infront! And I only reached at about 1830! Wth. Shows the popularity huh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, more work to do. See you soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2197/1924/1600/554873/sushi.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19442273-117034109916461153?l=justanotherboredspinster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justanotherboredspinster.blogspot.com/feeds/117034109916461153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19442273&amp;postID=117034109916461153' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19442273/posts/default/117034109916461153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19442273/posts/default/117034109916461153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justanotherboredspinster.blogspot.com/2007/02/my-first-sushi.html' title=''/><author><name>jenn.D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11276902110181730902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19442273.post-116912809344118553</id><published>2007-01-18T21:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-18T21:48:13.796+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2197/1924/1600/516781/Billybombers.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" height="240" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2197/1924/320/961819/Billybombers.jpg" width="320" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, yesterday met Melissa, Claire, Pamela after what seemed like a million years.&lt;br /&gt;All look so damn hot that I was a freaking ugly duckling.&lt;br /&gt;Haha, but it was great to see them.&lt;br /&gt;We ate at Billy Bombers and spent a bomb. Haha. Wasn't that bad la. Just wanted to say that.&lt;br /&gt;But I am kind of broke now but nevermind all worth it.&lt;br /&gt;Had fun laughing, had fun laughing t myself. Miss all the times. When they called me dinosaur all.&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad to see they're all the same especially since alot of people have changed since secondary school and all.&lt;br /&gt;Reminiscing the secondary school days, laughing at memories of Melissa sleeping, and some Jo Teo episodes were damnn fun.&lt;br /&gt;Lol. I miss secondary school ((:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19442273-116912809344118553?l=justanotherboredspinster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justanotherboredspinster.blogspot.com/feeds/116912809344118553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19442273&amp;postID=116912809344118553' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19442273/posts/default/116912809344118553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19442273/posts/default/116912809344118553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justanotherboredspinster.blogspot.com/2007/01/so-yesterday-met-melissa-claire-pamela.html' title=''/><author><name>jenn.D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11276902110181730902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19442273.post-116904636817737734</id><published>2007-01-17T22:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-17T23:06:08.796+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello! ((:&lt;br /&gt;I'm once again a &lt;strong&gt;happy girl&lt;/strong&gt; and if I were do die now, I'd die smiling and of course, satisfied.&lt;br /&gt;Yepp, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Muse was great.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Worth the 95 bucks I saved for with my effort and maybe worth even more than that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone in class was telling me how some people were campipng overnight at Fort Canning and got me all scared and all that I wouldn't be able to see a thing because of my... shortness. So I decided to go there early even though &lt;strong&gt;Keisha&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;Shreeya &lt;/strong&gt;end school at 5-ish. So anyways, went back to my place with &lt;strong&gt;Sze Ming&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;Kat&lt;/strong&gt; and changed. Haha. They were ogling at all the hot people on the red carpet at the Golden Globes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyways, later met Charissa and her friend, Denise. They ate lunch but I didn't cause I somehow didn't want to eat, an action which I ould later regret. Then they followed me to Fort Canning and waited a while then everyone left except dear &lt;strong&gt;Charissa. ((:&lt;/strong&gt;  Waited for me till Keisha arrived which was super super nice of her! &lt;strong&gt;Thank you! &lt;/strong&gt;Yepp, talked and laughed away. And complaining about the &lt;strong&gt;smokers&lt;/strong&gt; smoking and the smoke smell in our hair all. Bleaghh.&lt;br /&gt;Then, Keisha arrived then soon after Shreeya arrived. And waited for a while. And we went in! ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, anyways, had to wait for like 1 1/2 hours. Super stuffy, super crowded, super annoyed at all the people from behind trying to get infront all. So anyways, after much await, they came out!&lt;br /&gt;And they played... my favourite song from their Black Holes and Revelations album, &lt;strong&gt;Knights Of Cydonia.&lt;/strong&gt;  The solo in the middle made my heart murmur millions of time. Singing along, jumping and all was damnn good. ((: Then they played all their good songs like &lt;strong&gt;Hysteria, New Born, Feeling Good, Invincible, Soldier's Poem, Bliss, Butterflies and Hurricanes AND three of my favourite-est songs from Muse. Plug-In Baby, Time is Running Out and Stockholm Syndrome. ((:&lt;/strong&gt;  They played other songs which of course included Starlight, Butterflies and Hurricanes and all.&lt;br /&gt;Overall, it was damnn good. They sound &lt;strong&gt;DAMN GOOD LIVE! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My Claustrophobic problem kinda disappeared after a while, and I didn't mind so much that people were stepping on my shoes, pushing against me and all and that I was sweating like a pig and all.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bleaghhh, I wished it didn't have to end so goddamn fast. Haha. Dreamt of the gig all at night. And everytime I think of it ah, my heart murmurs. haha. But he didn't interact as much but I guess I didn't mind. The music did all the talking. Oh yes, and the entire set was damn nice! ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I was glad that  my first concert got to be Muse. I wouldn't wish for it to be any other band.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My heart murmurs as I think about it. Sigh. ((:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19442273-116904636817737734?l=justanotherboredspinster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justanotherboredspinster.blogspot.com/feeds/116904636817737734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19442273&amp;postID=116904636817737734' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19442273/posts/default/116904636817737734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19442273/posts/default/116904636817737734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justanotherboredspinster.blogspot.com/2007/01/hello-im-once-again-happy-girl-and-if.html' title=''/><author><name>jenn.D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11276902110181730902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19442273.post-116860408557526122</id><published>2007-01-12T20:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-12T20:14:46.080+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HELLO HELLO HELLO!&lt;br /&gt;I AM A HAPPY HAPPY GIRL.&lt;br /&gt;((:&lt;br /&gt;Needless to say, I've survived the first 2 weeks of school &lt;strong&gt;AND&lt;/strong&gt; still going strong.&lt;br /&gt;My new found organization skills are helping me cope. I now write all my homework down instead of using my supposed good memory to remember.&lt;br /&gt;So now, I do most of my homework &lt;strong&gt;on time.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the reason why I actually do all my homework is because of my insomnia.&lt;br /&gt;Haha. Not really insomnia but close to it. I can't sleep until it's like 2-plus and considering I wake up at 5.45 ish, it's quite bad, but fortunately I don't really sleep in school. The tiredness kicks in at about 3 -ish.&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of waking up early! I now have to go to school freaking early to open the door! Sounds retarded but yes, &lt;strong&gt;With power, comes responsibility.&lt;/strong&gt; Bleaghh. haha. I'm so proud of myself that I am able to go to school early, cause those who know me know that I'm not very punctual.&lt;br /&gt;Looks like there is gonna be a new and improved me this year. (((: Haha. I'm talking rubbish!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyways, because of this &lt;strong&gt;new found ability&lt;/strong&gt; to sleep late, I have no choice but to do my homework so I can fall asleep.&lt;br /&gt;Also, I have borrowed many books from &lt;strong&gt;Charissa&lt;/strong&gt; in case I finish my homework 'early' or what.&lt;br /&gt;So, sleeping late has it's advantages.&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, &lt;strong&gt;Muse&lt;/strong&gt; is in 4 days time. Gosh, I'm so excited, I can hardly breathe!&lt;br /&gt;And yeah, I have been in a relatively good mood lately. ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bye Bye Bye.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19442273-116860408557526122?l=justanotherboredspinster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justanotherboredspinster.blogspot.com/feeds/116860408557526122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19442273&amp;postID=116860408557526122' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19442273/posts/default/116860408557526122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19442273/posts/default/116860408557526122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justanotherboredspinster.blogspot.com/2007/01/hello-hello-hello-i-am-happy-happy.html' title=''/><author><name>jenn.D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11276902110181730902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19442273.post-116800477417263825</id><published>2007-01-05T21:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-05T21:46:14.566+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>School's started = Stress started. But I'm more motivated to work... for obvious reasons of course. I have to do well in the 'A's. I have decided to work doubly hard, complete all homework, consistent work and most importantly study for every test. Hopefully this isn't just talk eh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I have also been motivated to lose weight. And I'm actually taking serious action to do that. I have started on my action plan already. I resisted Ferrero Roche today which is a huge step considering how I love them and how they're the reason for my first weight gain in about 2 years. Bleaghh. Evill. And all the christmas stuff too. Sigh. Indian families just want to make you fat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, anyways besides that, school's been good to me. It's not as bad as it could be. I understand stuff. I only slept in one lecture so far. ((: That's a start eh. Oh yeah, today during lit, this teacher say that, if a person sleeps alot, he/she is probably stupid and dumb. Basically intelligent people are super energetic and active and all that. And they hardly sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That just proves how freaking stupid I am. I sleep alot during school and all... well, I used to. Haha. I don't really sleep now but then again it's probably because school started. Well, we'll see. Plus I've been sleeping really late lately, at about 2-3 ish and wake about at about 7-ish. So, not that stupid eh? Maybe I'm just in denial. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently Margaret Thatcher sleeps for four hours and Thomas Edison never slept for more than one hour at a time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't sleep. Smart&lt;br /&gt;Sleep. Stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the only way to get smart. Please let it work.&lt;br /&gt;I'm such a loser it's un-freaking-believable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, I AM OFFICIALLY GOING FOR THE MUSE GIG! ((:&lt;br /&gt;THE PURSUIT OF HAPPYNESS. ((:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19442273-116800477417263825?l=justanotherboredspinster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justanotherboredspinster.blogspot.com/feeds/116800477417263825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19442273&amp;postID=116800477417263825' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19442273/posts/default/116800477417263825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19442273/posts/default/116800477417263825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justanotherboredspinster.blogspot.com/2007/01/schools-started-stress-started.html' title=''/><author><name>jenn.D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11276902110181730902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19442273.post-116749245729008113</id><published>2006-12-30T22:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-30T23:27:37.730+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello Hello. ((:&lt;br /&gt;I'm so shit excited. The probability of me going for the MUSE concert is now 0.7! Heh. I have the money. I have company. I just need one last thing. PERMISSION.&lt;br /&gt;And the chances of my parents saying no is pretty high with what the A's coming up and all. BLeaghhh. HELP. This is a freaking once in a life time oppurtunity.&lt;br /&gt;Arghh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really want to go. I think I'm gonna tell them I've got free tickets and there's no way they will let me pass up a free ticket. Typical Singaporeans. Plus. I should be home by 11 plus. So that should be alright. That is if I take a cab, but it'll probably be damn hard to get a cab. DAMN. I hate my life. Okay, nevermind can call cab. A few extra bucks won't matter right since I'm gonna be broke anyways.&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna lose a whole lot of weight. Finally.&lt;br /&gt;Back to my Banana Cake diet once I'm back in school.&lt;br /&gt;So that's 50 cents plus a 70 cents Milo.&lt;br /&gt;Okay la. Should be alright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, school's gonna start soon. Haven't completely finished any piece of homework. New Years' is gonna be spent rushing through.&lt;br /&gt;Haven't really studied. Just read lit stuff but that's for entertainment purposes.&lt;br /&gt;I'm so screwed.&lt;br /&gt;Okay so since the end of the year is coming. I shall make a few of My Top 3 Favourite Lists.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Favourite 3 Movies of 2006&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;1. The Prestige&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;2. The Departed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;3. Little Miss Sunshine &lt;strong&gt;AND&lt;/strong&gt; The Last Kiss&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Favourite 3 Dramas of 2006&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;1. Dexter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;2. Prison Break&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;3. Heroes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Favourite 3 albums of 2006&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;1. Eyes Open by Snow Patrol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;2. Black Holes And Revelations by Muse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;3. The Crane Wife by The Decemberists.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19442273-116749245729008113?l=justanotherboredspinster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justanotherboredspinster.blogspot.com/feeds/116749245729008113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19442273&amp;postID=116749245729008113' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19442273/posts/default/116749245729008113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19442273/posts/default/116749245729008113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justanotherboredspinster.blogspot.com/2006/12/hello-hello.html' title=''/><author><name>jenn.D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11276902110181730902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19442273.post-116714488357759511</id><published>2006-12-26T22:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-26T22:54:44.296+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Merry Merry Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;Christmas is not as exciting as it used to be. Lost its magic I guess.&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, homework still not completed yet.&lt;br /&gt;Didn't send out christmas cards.&lt;br /&gt;Didn't buy everyone gifts.&lt;br /&gt;God, this has been the worst Christmas when you see it from the "Giving Point of View"&lt;br /&gt;Bleaghh. Tired. Catch you later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19442273-116714488357759511?l=justanotherboredspinster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justanotherboredspinster.blogspot.com/feeds/116714488357759511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19442273&amp;postID=116714488357759511' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19442273/posts/default/116714488357759511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19442273/posts/default/116714488357759511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justanotherboredspinster.blogspot.com/2006/12/merry-merry-christmas.html' title=''/><author><name>jenn.D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11276902110181730902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19442273.post-116636477267093981</id><published>2006-12-17T22:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-17T22:12:53.200+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Time's 'Person Of The Year' is ME. ((:&lt;br /&gt;And YOU of course.&lt;br /&gt;Well, Time's 'Person Of The Year' is basically US. The bloggers which include me, the youtubers which also includes me and the myspacers which does not include me but friendster kindcounts right.&lt;br /&gt;For once, I feel accomplished.&lt;br /&gt;Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I&lt;/strong&gt; beat Iran's President  Mahmoud Ahmadinejad.&lt;br /&gt;Gosh. I've never been a winner in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I so totally need a life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19442273-116636477267093981?l=justanotherboredspinster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justanotherboredspinster.blogspot.com/feeds/116636477267093981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19442273&amp;postID=116636477267093981' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19442273/posts/default/116636477267093981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19442273/posts/default/116636477267093981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justanotherboredspinster.blogspot.com/2006/12/times-person-of-year-is-me.html' title=''/><author><name>jenn.D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11276902110181730902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19442273.post-116573368879373948</id><published>2006-12-10T14:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-10T14:54:49.333+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Your Ex-Lover is dead by Stars&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;God that was strange to see you again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Introuduced by a friend of a friend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Smiled and said 'Yes, I think we've met before'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;In that instant it started to pour&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Captured a taxi despite all the rain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;We drove in silence across Pont Champlain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;And all of the time you thought I was sad...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I was trying to remember your name.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;This scar is a fleck on my porcelain skin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Tried to reach deep but you couldn't get in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Now you're outside me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;You see all the beauty &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Repent all your sin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;It's nothing but time and a face that you lose&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I choise to feel it and you couldn't choose&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I'll write you a postcard,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I'll send you the news&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;From a house down the road from real love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Live through this and you won't look back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;There's one thing I want to say, so I'll be brave.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;You were what I want, I gave what I gave&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I'm not sorry I met you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I'm not sorry it's over,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I'm not sorry there's nothing to save.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;This song is the song under the music section. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19442273-116573368879373948?l=justanotherboredspinster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justanotherboredspinster.blogspot.com/feeds/116573368879373948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19442273&amp;postID=116573368879373948' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19442273/posts/default/116573368879373948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19442273/posts/default/116573368879373948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justanotherboredspinster.blogspot.com/2006/12/your-ex-lover-is-dead-by-stars-god.html' title=''/><author><name>jenn.D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11276902110181730902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19442273.post-116541340432338493</id><published>2006-12-06T21:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-06T21:56:45.963+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>If there's one reason to get all excited for the start of school next year, it has definitely got to be my brand new super duper nice and cool pencil BOX. The type of pencil box I've been looking for all year! Bought it from the Popular headquarters or so I'd like to call it at Bugis. And it's absolutely cool. For starters, it's a Superman pencil box!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, it's got the cheesy superman flying pose. But it's alright. Still cool. Oh my gosh, I absolutely love it. I can't wait to buy stationery to fill my brand new lovely pencil box. ((:&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, did alot of history research today. All the photocopying done is enough to fry my already fried brain! Spent about eight damn dollars on photocopying alone. I better pass this assignment man! Bleaghh, if I want to pass, I must then actually get started on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bleaghh. I have to seriously better start studying consistently. study study study.&lt;br /&gt;Someone please kill me.&lt;br /&gt;If I didn't have my pencil box with me, I'd have absolutely no motivation to actually try and survive JC 2. Thank you Superman. ((:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19442273-116541340432338493?l=justanotherboredspinster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justanotherboredspinster.blogspot.com/feeds/116541340432338493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19442273&amp;postID=116541340432338493' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19442273/posts/default/116541340432338493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19442273/posts/default/116541340432338493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justanotherboredspinster.blogspot.com/2006/12/if-theres-one-reason-to-get-all.html' title=''/><author><name>jenn.D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11276902110181730902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19442273.post-116506637089644879</id><published>2006-12-02T21:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-03T11:42:47.076+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I totally miss Mr. Chan! One thing I miss about band.&lt;br /&gt;And it's so totally obvious he misses me too!&lt;br /&gt;Haha. He's damnn retarded and annoying but he's so funny and retarded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sisters had a band camp a few days ago and there was this barbeque and he gave my sister a couple of marshmallows. My sister said she's had enough. And he actually said that they weren't for her but for me! ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How sweet right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But my idiotic sister gave the marshmallows away to her friends. What the hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nevermind. It's the thought that counts.&lt;br /&gt;I miss secondary school. I miss IJTP. ((: I miss band. Much to my surprise.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19442273-116506637089644879?l=justanotherboredspinster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justanotherboredspinster.blogspot.com/feeds/116506637089644879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19442273&amp;postID=116506637089644879' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19442273/posts/default/116506637089644879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19442273/posts/default/116506637089644879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justanotherboredspinster.blogspot.com/2006/12/i-totally-miss-mr.html' title=''/><author><name>jenn.D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11276902110181730902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19442273.post-116486420334035173</id><published>2006-11-30T13:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-30T13:23:23.410+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I decided to have a new blogskin since it's almost been one year since I started this blog. I cannot believe one year has passed. It's been totally incredibly fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, just turned 17. Thanks for your birthday wishes yes everybody? ((:&lt;br /&gt;I cannot believe I am only turning 17 when some people are going to turn 18 in 2 months or so. Bleaghh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nevermind. Young is good. Besides, turning 18 is scary. You're supposed to know what you want to accomplish with your life at 18. You're officially an almost-adult. Heh. OH! And I also got wonderful news on my birthday! A wonderful Birthday present.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Muse is coming to perform in Singapore! And I have to go for this! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This news actually came on the day when I was going to buy their albums because I felt super guilty for dlding their albums cause they are so good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Taka yesterday and ate at Crystal Jade Restaurant. First time eating at this Crystal Jade Restaurant. Yep, went with Ting, Szeming, Charissa, Liyun and Minjia. Great stuff. I was made to try something new. You know since I'm a super non-experimental eater. They decided to let me try Xiao Long Bao. Under normal circumstances, I would never have eaten it. Cause it looks weird. Haha. But the whole damn table was staring at me so no choice. But I tried it and it was quite nice. Haha.  Was super happy that I tried something new for once! Now, there's still sushi. I have to have to have to try that before I die. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, they got me slippers as my birthday present. And the slippers were super totally incredibly cute!  I loved it! They probably decided to give me slippers after seeing my disgusting yellow slippers at Batam. Haha. And they gave me Famous Amos cookies too! ((: Was super happy.&lt;br /&gt;Even happier with the company and all the teasing and the jokes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND I'M SO HAPPY I TRIED SOMETHING NEW. THANK YOU!&lt;br /&gt;I'm not so much a loser anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy birthday to me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19442273-116486420334035173?l=justanotherboredspinster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justanotherboredspinster.blogspot.com/feeds/116486420334035173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19442273&amp;postID=116486420334035173' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19442273/posts/default/116486420334035173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19442273/posts/default/116486420334035173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justanotherboredspinster.blogspot.com/2006/11/i-decided-to-have-new-blogskin-since.html' title=''/><author><name>jenn.D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11276902110181730902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19442273.post-116454066871023688</id><published>2006-11-26T19:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-30T13:07:12.230+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I HAVE FOUND MY HIDDEN TALENT PEOPLE!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a super-swinger! ((: Along with Jocelyn. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;During the Batam OCIP, at the resort, there was this playground with 2 swings and thus I was declared a super-swinger. Or was it self-declared. Oh well nevermind. Haha. Ting was declared Taiti Queen. ( I think that's how you spell it) and Charissa was declared... Queen of Iodine. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, the Batam trip was mighty fun. Really loved it and the company. About 13 people I think. The chalet was BEAUTIFUL! It was like so not an OCIP. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, the teaching the kids was really something. It was cool. The kids were damnnn cute! AND SUPER ENTHUSIASTIC! I have never seen a bunch of kids so enthusiastic about academic stuff before in my entire life. They were basically screaming their heads off repeating the words after us. It was wonderful. Dannel proved to be a hearthrob among these Indonesian girls. They all gave him origami hearts! And he was happily counting away. Heh. Ircahn was like the big brother. I was the behind the scenes teacher. Heh. Ting was the super fun enthusiastic likeable teacher and Charissa was the photographer cum behind the scenes too maybe? And she taught a bit as well. Especially that weird language song. So fun. Abigail was also a pretty good teacher ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel my language is deteriorating like crazy. Must be too much Indonesian. Anyways, yeah. Batam's really fun! Took damnn alot of crazy pictures, watched a lot of TV. Oh yea. We received channel 5 over in Batam and they kept on showing Hady's You Give Me Wings Video. And truthfully the video sucks big time and everyone agreed. And so we decided to make our own 'You Give Me Wings' MV. It was super funny. We planned to put it on youtube but we were interrupted during the filming but the 10 seconds that we actually filmed was really really funny. I hope we finish filming! ((:&lt;br /&gt;Oh. I hope I find my Batam Prince soon. ((: LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Anyways, I MISS EVERYONE. IJ friends and CJ friends. Heh. Must see yall soon yes&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19442273-116454066871023688?l=justanotherboredspinster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justanotherboredspinster.blogspot.com/feeds/116454066871023688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19442273&amp;postID=116454066871023688' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19442273/posts/default/116454066871023688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19442273/posts/default/116454066871023688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justanotherboredspinster.blogspot.com/2006/11/i-have-found-my-hidden-talent-people-i.html' title=''/><author><name>jenn.D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11276902110181730902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19442273.post-116385664076861136</id><published>2006-11-18T21:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-18T21:30:41.626+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My father's off to India alone to visit his sick father and also to visit people that need to be visited. He's off for a week. My father's never been away this long so I'm not exactly sure of how to feel. Before he actually left, I thought maybe I'd miss him quite a bit and all that. And this would show some signs of a good relationship between me and my father somehow. And well, yeah I do miss him a bit. But, it's really really hard to express that. When he calls home and I happen to pick up the phone, I give him all these monotonous short answers and I'm really scared that he thinks I don't care. And then I pass over the phone to my mom and I regret not giving monosylabic answers... if there's such a word. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh. I wish it was so much easier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, Miss Clarissa Cross scared the shit out of me so much that I am actually gonna try and study. Must study. Nevertheless, thanks for the scare... and the motivation. Kinda worked ((:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19442273-116385664076861136?l=justanotherboredspinster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justanotherboredspinster.blogspot.com/feeds/116385664076861136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19442273&amp;postID=116385664076861136' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19442273/posts/default/116385664076861136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19442273/posts/default/116385664076861136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justanotherboredspinster.blogspot.com/2006/11/my-fathers-off-to-india-alone-to-visit.html' title=''/><author><name>jenn.D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11276902110181730902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19442273.post-116324290085062251</id><published>2006-11-11T18:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T19:01:41.216+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HELLO. LONG TIME NO SEE EH?&lt;br /&gt;Probably because of project work and all.&lt;br /&gt;And, I've been watching alot of foreign dramas.&lt;br /&gt;But it's more than enough to keep me busy the whole day.&lt;br /&gt;I have been bored so just watch these dramas and all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, Project Work is finally over! I wasn't as scared but this was probably because I prayed a lot before the presentation. And guess who was there as my audience during the presentation. The guy whom I dislike ALOT. Also known as Chokalingam. Heh. Our nickname for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, on the PW day especially after that, I fell sick. Terrible headache and flu and all. Bleaghh. Terrible. But thankfully the Influenza jab I took didn't really affect as much. Talking about influenza, I'm QUITE EXCITED ABOUT GOING TO BATAM. My first overseas trips without parents and all if you exclude Malaysia that is. Yepp. Leaving on the 20th of this month. WHICH IS ONE WEEK BEFORE MY BIRTHDAY. That was a hint by the way. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so I've been watching these Korean/Taiwanese romantic comedy dramas lately to basically pass time where I've to wait for the next episode of Prison Break and Dexter and all. And... after watching these dramas, I seriously long to fall in love. Somehow after watching these Asian dramas, you just want to fall in love heh. No matter whether it's one-sided or not. lol. I reckon it must be a wonderful feeling. But then after watching American shows like One Tree Hill and other teen soaps and all, you start to think otherwise. Haha. I've never been in love so I wouldn't know eh. So therfore, I've decided to boycott the second season of OTH which is currently showing on Star World because of Nathan And Haley's terrible relationship. And that takes alot of effort because I hate to watch something and stop in the middle of it. So then, I can still convince myself, that love is cool. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately I've been thinking and all about this thing called love. And I realise, I have to be a bit more passionate about life and all. I realised I am quite empty you know. I am not passionate about anything. I mean people are passionate about sports like soccer, or you know other stuff... guitar, piano etc. I used to be rather passionate about piano. But after resuming piano lessons, it doesn't seem to be my thing. I want to be passionate about something or someone. Preferably the former. Knowing me and my stone heart, I am not bound to like anyone soon. I hope I won't end up being a spinster for life. That would be just totally horrible. Gosh. I don't even want to think about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am really envious of all those couples in school and everywhere else. Being in love I guess. It sounds nice ESPECIALLY after watching dramas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should stop watching so many dramas. However, I realised that the people in the dramas they fall in love AFTER living together, or after some arranged or contract marriage. Lol. So, I'm thinking. Arranged Marriage ain't that bad after all. Of course, I wouldn't mind if he's quite tall and well... a prince maybe?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heh. DREAM. Until then, God, I pray that I want to feel excited about something.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19442273-116324290085062251?l=justanotherboredspinster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justanotherboredspinster.blogspot.com/feeds/116324290085062251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19442273&amp;postID=116324290085062251' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19442273/posts/default/116324290085062251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19442273/posts/default/116324290085062251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justanotherboredspinster.blogspot.com/2006/11/hello.html' title=''/><author><name>jenn.D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11276902110181730902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19442273.post-116239702646816279</id><published>2006-11-01T22:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-02T00:03:47.206+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;OMG! Lincoln Burrows got caught! Obviously, he will escape somehow. Hopefully. I'll die if he gets like executed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, project work is really getting crazy. I'm so tired and like omg. I had presentations. I cannot stand having an audience. I just don't look at them. Don't know what they're thinking about you know. Anyways, one of the criteria is awareness of audience. And obviously I suck at that. BLEAGHH. HELP ME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, please please go listen to the new My Chemical Romance album! It's greatt!!!!!!! Especially Famous Last Words. My favourite track from the album.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm tiredd.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19442273-116239702646816279?l=justanotherboredspinster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justanotherboredspinster.blogspot.com/feeds/116239702646816279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19442273&amp;postID=116239702646816279' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19442273/posts/default/116239702646816279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19442273/posts/default/116239702646816279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justanotherboredspinster.blogspot.com/2006/11/omg-lincoln-burrows-got-caught.html' title=''/><author><name>jenn.D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11276902110181730902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19442273.post-116211277318501338</id><published>2006-10-29T17:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-29T17:06:13.506+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>When you feel embarassed, I'll be your pride&lt;br /&gt;When you need directions, I'll be the guide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Passenger Seat-Death Cab For Cutie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19442273-116211277318501338?l=justanotherboredspinster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justanotherboredspinster.blogspot.com/feeds/116211277318501338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19442273&amp;postID=116211277318501338' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19442273/posts/default/116211277318501338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19442273/posts/default/116211277318501338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justanotherboredspinster.blogspot.com/2006/10/when-you-feel-embarassed-ill-be-your.html' title=''/><author><name>jenn.D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11276902110181730902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19442273.post-116178342784189331</id><published>2006-10-25T21:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-25T21:37:08.760+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt; I HAVEN'T BLOGGED IN LIKE GOD KNOWS HOW LONG!&lt;/em&gt; Anyways, so many things have been happening. Okay, listing time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) After 3 long weeks, Prison Break has finally resumed. And damn! This was probably one of the best episodes in season 2 so far. I actually laughed. ((: Which hardly ever happens while watching Prison Break; you're either cursing or well... staring at Wentworth Miller or Dominic Purcell! ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) I have finished watching the whole season of Princess Hours or &lt;em&gt;Goong. &lt;/em&gt;Was never much of a korean drama fan but this show was great! Like, after watching this show, I seriously totally want to fall in love. For all those bored souls out there, I am going to give you this short synopsis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-- The show is about this royal family in Korea where the King dies in an accident so therfore according to the royal rules, the brother takes over as the King. So the present King has a son named Shin and the previous King had a son named Yul. And long long time ago, a deal was made that whoever the crown prince was ( the King's son), he would have to marry the grandaughter of this commoner who saved the Great King long time ago. And this daughter's named ChaengYung. CG for short. So CG marries Shin, the present Crown Prince and Yul who was the previous Crown Prince returns to Korea and ends up falling for CG. Now, Yul is the kind-hearted, caring, sensitive guy whereas Shin is this guy who doesn't know how to express his feelings and emotions. Tough on the outside, soft on the inside. Shin eventually gradually falls in love with CG and CG too falls in love with Shin. But of course, they won't openly admit their feelings. Shin will think CG loves Yul and CG will think Shin loves Hyorin( Shin's ex-gf whom he actually proposed to but got rejected). So that's the whole story with many many sweet moments in it. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Go to YOUTUBE and watch! Type in Goong. Subtitles included. Watchh!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Besides the whole wanting to fall in love, another big thing happened. &lt;strong&gt;I GOT PROMOTED. I'M GOING TO JC 2 AND I ACTUALLY PASSED ALL MY SUBJECTS! ((:  &lt;/strong&gt;Now, there's just the A's to deal with and a whole load of holiday homework.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) I've been reading this book called 'First Person Plural' and it's fucking wonderful. It's about multiple personalities. It's so real! AND it's a true story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) Had a retreat on Friday and it ended on Saturday. Although it wasn't as life-altering as the confirmation camp, I realised many many things.&lt;br /&gt;The most important of which was the importance of knowing who you are. Who am I? This questions scares the shit out of me. Cause, honestly, I don't fucking know who the hell I am. Previously, I have lived my life on a 'No worries' policy kind of thing. And I realised at this retreat that knowing who you are is the most essential thing you need to have to survive in the crazy mad world. But the question is, who the hell am I? I've tried soul searching but I don't know. I don't know what I like. I don't know how I'm feeling half the time. I always feel happy or rather satisfied but is this all the surface? I want to feel something more, something deep whether hurt, sadness or whatever. Just something. Sometimes I feel it, but I push it away because I don't want to have any worries. After this retreat, I feel like just ONE MORE PERSON ON THIS PLANET.  And if there's one thing I know about myself, it is that  I DO NOT WANT TO BE JUST ONE MORE PERSON. I WANT TO MAKE A FREAKING DIFFERENCE IN THE WORLD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, will someone please help me to find myself amongst this madness? Please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) I want to fall in love. heh. Like that will happen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) I want my whole class to stay together. Please. I feel that some people in my class deserved the grades that I got more than me. FOr math, I hardly ever practised let alone listen in class. Out of 2 hours, I would only pay attention for 1 hour. Yet, I passed. That's probably because I prayed like mad that I'd pass. Tell me now. Am I a selfish bitch or what? Asking for something I do not deserve. Other people who sure as hell practised alot more than yours truly failed. Like wth. Why can't God be fair? Even if it's against me. I hate feeling guilty and not being able to do anything about it. I'm going to church every Sunday and pray to God they'll make it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WATCH PRINCESS HOURS.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19442273-116178342784189331?l=justanotherboredspinster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justanotherboredspinster.blogspot.com/feeds/116178342784189331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19442273&amp;postID=116178342784189331' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19442273/posts/default/116178342784189331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19442273/posts/default/116178342784189331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justanotherboredspinster.blogspot.com/2006/10/i-havent-blogged-in-like-god-knows-how.html' title=''/><author><name>jenn.D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11276902110181730902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19442273.post-116057670815274081</id><published>2006-10-11T22:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-11T22:25:08.723+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm quite happy today. Got results back and was glad to realise that it wasn't as bad as the mid-years. Thankfully. And I'm also happy to say that... I might just get promoted. I think I can but there's still math to go and the H1 requirements are still a bit hazy and all so yeah, not too sure. But I definitely feel more secure now that I have passed all subjects so far, including, tamil(!) and ECONS! Haha. So yeah. And most of my class did well actually, I think most of us will be together next year. So, that's good compared to other classes where half the class might not get promoted so yes, it's all good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Kat: I just want to tell you that I really do not want you to leave the school cause I do not know what I would do without you... and your gummy bears. But, it's your decision in the end and I can't do anything. Whatever it is, I'll be here for you yes! ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exams aside, I have been so excited lately that I forgot to mention that...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I HAVE AN iPod VIDEO!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How freaking cool is that right? Like my dream come true! I don't have to choose what songs to put in anymore, at least not in the near future. AND I CAN PUT VIDEOS! But the batteries die off damnnn fast so bleaghh. BUT! Not the point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, besides my brand new iPod, lots of things have been happening lately. And I realised that I miss blogging. The promos are finally over, but still down with Project Work so that sucks but yeah, I'm more or less quite free in a sense. HOWEVER, History lecture today made me realise that I have to make full use of the holidays. I hope to God I study. Seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, if you have a chance, go listen to the song, The Man Who Told Everything by Doves. It's greatt! Just felt like saying that. Heh, anyways, got to go do stuff. Byee((:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19442273-116057670815274081?l=justanotherboredspinster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justanotherboredspinster.blogspot.com/feeds/116057670815274081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19442273&amp;postID=116057670815274081' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19442273/posts/default/116057670815274081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19442273/posts/default/116057670815274081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justanotherboredspinster.blogspot.com/2006/10/im-quite-happy-today.html' title=''/><author><name>jenn.D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11276902110181730902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19442273.post-115997204889097020</id><published>2006-10-04T22:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-04T22:27:41.750+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I freaking hate Tamil lessons. I hate the way she fucking picks on me fucking all the time. I hate it and it's seriously getting depressing now that the whole tamil cohort ( only 24 people, but still...) knows that she picks on me. Denesh asked me that day " Ehh, Jenn, Mrs Mohan doesn't like you is it?". Bleaghh. Tamil teachers used to love me or at least they didn't mind me until now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck, this sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it's not just because you know, my pride is lost because I am disliked by a teacher or what or the humiliation. But, she freaking picks on me ALL THE TIME. And when I give the wrong answer or what, she freaking shouts at me la. I mean. Arghh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I took higher tamil or what in secondary school.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19442273-115997204889097020?l=justanotherboredspinster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justanotherboredspinster.blogspot.com/feeds/115997204889097020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19442273&amp;postID=115997204889097020' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19442273/posts/default/115997204889097020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19442273/posts/default/115997204889097020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justanotherboredspinster.blogspot.com/2006/10/i-freaking-hate-tamil-lessons.html' title=''/><author><name>jenn.D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11276902110181730902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19442273.post-115953705196050039</id><published>2006-09-29T21:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-29T21:37:33.160+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>H2's are over. Finally, after what seemed like eternity but was actually one week and 2 days, the most stressfull, hard to study subjects are over. Bleaghh. There's still math in a weeks' time. But it isn't as hard to study, because math isn't boring. I mean yeah, you can hate math, but it keeps you on your toes that kinda thing. Unlike econs, where it's just plain boring. PLUS, you can listen to music and all that while doing math unlike my other arts, content-based subjects.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, exams officially ended on Tuesday with Paper 1 lit. WHICH I SCREWED UP BIG TIME! But not the point, at least not yet, I just wanted to be carefree, stress-free and all for at least until tonight. Then, tomorrow I'll start worrying. Yeah, so on tuesday, we had kind of an unofficial class outing, or rather a ' marriage of convenicence'(?) Where groups of people wanted to go catch a movie and we just decide to go together! It was fun fun. Ate pastamania at cine and I dared Ting and Zehra to dare me to eat a whole spoon of cheese with tobasco sause. And seeing how I &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;HATE&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; cheese, I was at an almost-puke stage, you know like fear factor how they eat bugs and they want to puke but they can't because of well $50,000 hanging over their heads, except I didn't puke because of the fear of looking more stupid than I already am, and the fear of being called a loser in public. AND OF COURSE, WHO THE HELL WOULD WANT TO PUKE?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, bleaghh. BAD memories. Anyways, yeah watched Miami Vice. Wasn't too keen at first but it's a nice enough action movie, I realised at this movie, blood makes me quite excited. Especially when they're shooting each other's guts off. Heh. But yeah, it was a good movie and bloody hell, GONG LI is damnn freaking hot, especially when she wears her powersuits and all, her body is so damnn wow! yepp, hot stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't blogged for so long, that I want to type out all the good things that's been happening to me which I don't usually do. Time for a change eh? But it's so mundane. I'm talking rubbish. Bleagh. Anyways, yesterday our class organised this thingy at Marina Bay where you pay ten bucks which includes a free ice cream, transport to the place to and fro from the train station and obviously the food! Damnn good deal. And I loved it, almost everyone was there. It was great to see the unity. I've never been to a gathering where the everyone actually turns up. So, this was great! And it was fun, and for the first time in a long while, I felt genuinely happy, and especially care-free. Except for the little moments where I'd wish we'd all just stay together as a class next year, and I really really hope I graduate with this class. Sighh. Ahh, dream dream.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19442273-115953705196050039?l=justanotherboredspinster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justanotherboredspinster.blogspot.com/feeds/115953705196050039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19442273&amp;postID=115953705196050039' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19442273/posts/default/115953705196050039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19442273/posts/default/115953705196050039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justanotherboredspinster.blogspot.com/2006/09/h2s-are-over.html' title=''/><author><name>jenn.D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11276902110181730902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19442273.post-115787076366794919</id><published>2006-09-10T14:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-10T14:46:04.363+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Arghh, as patriotic as I'd like to be, I wish I didn't have to live in Singapore. No one ever comes to Singapore except bands like Westlife and all the pop acts that are on the verge of losing their appeal and what not. Then they'll come to Asia since that's where they get most of their support from. Bleaghh. I just read that &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Snow Patrol&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; was having this Japanese tour thing next year February! Like wth, why not stop by Singapore on the way. They're getting quite popular here anyway. Arghh, the hottest acts always go to &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;JAPAN.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Or &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bangkok&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; for some damn cool festival. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;I mean Singapore's bringing in cool acts too like Kings of Convenience and all, so it ain't that bad. But why can't we be another Japan. It's always the damnn Taiwanese acts that are coming for tours here and all. Bleaghh. Japan's damnn cool, everyone goes there. Movie stars, pop stars, bands. &lt;em&gt;SNOW PATROL!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Sighh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19442273-115787076366794919?l=justanotherboredspinster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justanotherboredspinster.blogspot.com/feeds/115787076366794919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19442273&amp;postID=115787076366794919' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19442273/posts/default/115787076366794919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19442273/posts/default/115787076366794919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justanotherboredspinster.blogspot.com/2006/09/arghh-as-patriotic-as-id-like-to-be-i.html' title=''/><author><name>jenn.D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11276902110181730902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19442273.post-115760770995789844</id><published>2006-09-07T13:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-07T13:41:50.043+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Anyways, was listening to this song called Spiders by Lovedrug and I thought I'd post the lyrics here because I think they're wonderful. Obviously.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Searching on the wire, for a wire&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;For a piece of mind&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Like the spiders in the corners that are never there&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;To the one, to the magic sun&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You're not that bright now, but you'll be some day, soon.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And you'll fall in love with the moonlight.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;So come on come on and say so,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;come on come on and say so&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;If God was on the radio,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I know he'd say to thee:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Love is  spiders on the edge,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And we're hanging by a thread&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Connected to the other end of this twisted frequency I've spun&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But I don't care&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'd be happy&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;If you'd share &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your web with me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19442273-115760770995789844?l=justanotherboredspinster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justanotherboredspinster.blogspot.com/feeds/115760770995789844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19442273&amp;postID=115760770995789844' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19442273/posts/default/115760770995789844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19442273/posts/default/115760770995789844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justanotherboredspinster.blogspot.com/2006/09/anyways-was-listening-to-this-song.html' title=''/><author><name>jenn.D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11276902110181730902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19442273.post-115753741140401184</id><published>2006-09-06T17:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-07T13:32:57.713+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The countdown to the promos is crazy. It's gonna happen so soon that I keep thinking it's some sick nightmare. Haha. So dramatic eh. But yeah, I'm really scared. I can't get retained. Hell, the word retain is not even in my parents' vocabulary list. Whereas that word has been the only word in my vocabulary list for these past few weeks. Bleaghh. Study Study Study! I can't wait for the promos to be over. Then we have PW to be worried about. Arghh, forget what I just said, I can't wait for the A's to be overr. Bleaghh.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Anyways, just caught Singapore Idol and Jonathan sang &lt;strong&gt;'Chasing Cars'&lt;/strong&gt;! Like omg, this is my favourite song of the damnn year! It's the song I listen to every night before I sleep every day ever since I got hold of the album a couple of months back. I was kinda apprehensive when they said he was singing the song because I would never forgive him IF he screwed up or didn't give a satisfactory version of the song. But thankfully, he did give a wonderful rendition obviously not as good as the original but good enough! Actually, everyone sang well tonight. We don't have Joakim to spoil anything so yeah it's all good.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;AND! I just also watched Rockstar: Supernova on youtube. And Toby's original song rocked the damnn house! I was like singing along. Thank god I was alone at home. But yeah, I was singing along! Maybe, I'll put the video when I'm not so lazy. Oh my gosh, I'm like super high, super excited. &lt;strong&gt;Uh-oh-Uh oh uh oh. &lt;/strong&gt;And Magni's original was okay too. Dave Navaro was spot on with the totally cool guitar riffs throughout the song. Cool shit. If I wrote an original song, it would probably be an upbeat version of like mary had a little lamb. I'm such a loser. But yeah. They rockedd!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Gonna go chase cars around my head. Heh. Lame. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19442273-115753741140401184?l=justanotherboredspinster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justanotherboredspinster.blogspot.com/feeds/115753741140401184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19442273&amp;postID=115753741140401184' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19442273/posts/default/115753741140401184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19442273/posts/default/115753741140401184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justanotherboredspinster.blogspot.com/2006/09/countdown-to-promos-is-crazy.html' title=''/><author><name>jenn.D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11276902110181730902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19442273.post-115711442134240744</id><published>2006-09-01T20:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-01T22:12:11.923+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This week's been damn crazy. What with the war bewteen my mom and my sisters. Heh. My mom's been really crazy, either she is damn stressed out or well, she likes to nag. I suspect both. Anyways, holidays have started and glad to say my first day not in school has turned out to be rather productive. I studied the End of Cold War. However, I must admit that it was my interest in the subject rather than the need to study that mad it productive. Heh. To top off my learning of the situations and all in the Cold War and the Post Cold War, I watched Hotel Rwanda again. And with better understanding of the situation and history about the genocide, I appreciated the movie much more and well hate the Americans even more, if that's even possible. Their non-action during the genocide because of the lack of vital interests in Rwanda killed over a million tutsis. Quite sad stuff. Wanted to cry, but my sisters were there and I wanted to maintain my strong image. Heh. Maybe, I can get some respect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, Cold War aside, I've been quite happy lately. Joakim finally is out. Ironically, he was eliminated after probabably one of &lt;b&gt;HIS&lt;/b&gt; better performances. So yeah, I think the judges' reverse psychology worked. Even Ken praised him. But of course, Jonathan's rendition of 'Unforgettable' was omg! I wanted to be his girl! Heh. I mean I am &lt;s&gt;funny (?)&lt;/s&gt;, &lt;s&gt;spontaneous&lt;/s&gt;. Damn. Ok well, so I can't be his girl. Well, can dream right. Haha, and Yuan Hao is a fan of Jon too but he wants him out because dear YH can't stand the suspense and fear of Jon's possibility in being eliminated and this is severely affecting his revision for promos. HAHA. HE'S CRAZY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, Ryan Star, one of my favourite rockers got eliminated from Supernova. In a way, I am sad because you don't get to see him perform but I guess I always knew that he wasn't a match for Supernova. Supernova has a weird mix of weird musicians from Metallica to Guns N Roses to Motley Crue. So yeah, Ryan's more of a like... Copeland, Augustan, Jacks Mannequin kinda guy but more edgier and slightly heavier you know. But he's a sensitive rocker and he'll never be able to fit in with Supernova. Whereas Magni and Dilana fit in so well with Supernova especially Dilana. But I hope Ryan continues things with his old band 'Stage' soon enough. And yea, I know this is not the end  of Ryan the Star. HEH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, gotta go now. Ghost Whisperer with the ever gorgeous Jennifer Love Hewitt ((: And it's not just the name.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19442273-115711442134240744?l=justanotherboredspinster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justanotherboredspinster.blogspot.com/feeds/115711442134240744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19442273&amp;postID=115711442134240744' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19442273/posts/default/115711442134240744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19442273/posts/default/115711442134240744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justanotherboredspinster.blogspot.com/2006/09/this-weeks-been-damn-crazy.html' title=''/><author><name>jenn.D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11276902110181730902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19442273.post-115625798091882667</id><published>2006-08-22T22:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-22T22:49:19.096+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;The week didn't start of well, &lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;BUT&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt; I thought of &lt;b&gt;Prison Break&lt;/b&gt; and I started to feel better. BECAUSE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Prison Break is starting today baby!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time tomorrow, I'll be happier than what I'm feeling now.&lt;br /&gt;Come on. 60% more!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19442273-115625798091882667?l=justanotherboredspinster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justanotherboredspinster.blogspot.com/feeds/115625798091882667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19442273&amp;postID=115625798091882667' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19442273/posts/default/115625798091882667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19442273/posts/default/115625798091882667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justanotherboredspinster.blogspot.com/2006/08/week-didnt-start-of-well-but-i-thought.html' title=''/><author><name>jenn.D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11276902110181730902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19442273.post-115599494563633111</id><published>2006-08-19T21:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-19T21:59:26.306+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>With all the good singers getting voted out, I think I am gonna boycott watching Singapore Idol and watch Rockstar: Supernova instead. But we all know that I can't miss Jonathan's, Hady's and Nurul's performance so well, yeah I am just not gonna watch the RESULTS show. Then at least I can watch Rockstar even if it's the elimination round. Because even in the elimination round, the bottom 3 singers always rock the house man! Haha. Last week, was watching Rockstar during the commercial breaks of Singapore Idol and I caught Magni singing Radiohead's creep and I was like wow. Even though, his stage presence was not as wow as Lukas Rossi's version of the same song, he sang it really well!! Haha. So, until Joakim gets voted out, I will &lt;b&gt;NOT&lt;/b&gt; watch Singapore Idol results show. Just to prove to you why watching Rockstar: Supernova is a better choice, I'll leave you with a video of my favourite rocker Ryan Star's breathtaking version of R.E.M's Losing My Religion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/UENIqSWdlzg" width="300" height="200" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19442273-115599494563633111?l=justanotherboredspinster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justanotherboredspinster.blogspot.com/feeds/115599494563633111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19442273&amp;postID=115599494563633111' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19442273/posts/default/115599494563633111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19442273/posts/default/115599494563633111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justanotherboredspinster.blogspot.com/2006/08/with-all-good-singers-getting-voted.html' title=''/><author><name>jenn.D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11276902110181730902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19442273.post-115544792864147310</id><published>2006-08-13T13:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-13T13:45:28.953+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ok, with all the new research assignment, more tutorial outlines and promos and other stressful stuff coming up. I have come up with &lt;u&gt;&lt;i&gt;Ten Ways To De-Stress&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/u&gt;. Hope you find them useful yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Top 10 Ways to De-Stress&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10. Have a blog.-&lt;/strong&gt; It helps you to vent all your frustration and anger just by punching the keys on your keyboard. Pretty effective I say. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Eat!- &lt;/strong&gt;I don't know why or how eating helps you de-stree, but certainly works for me. Well, until I look in the mirror and see how fat I've become and then you have something else to stress about. But in the short-term though, it works. Try Chicken-flavoured twisties&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8. Think about what you have accomplished so far. -&lt;/strong&gt; This serves mainly as a morale booster, but helps you to stopp worrying for a while. However, don't get too carried away. There's still much more work to be done and what you've accomplished is just a small part of it. Well, for me it is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7. Think about Jonathan Leong or whoever your eyecandy/ boyfriend is.-&lt;/strong&gt; Again, another &lt;u&gt;temporary&lt;/u&gt; de-stresser. For Jon Leong fans, go to youtube and watch 'Dance with my father'. Definitely works! Heh. For others, well I'm sure you'll either see them in school well in magazines? Heh. Again, don't get too carried away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6. Think of ways to kill Shan Wee.-&lt;/strong&gt; Or whoever you hate like hell. Usually works as a type of break or whatsoever. Rather good de-stresser especially when you're so tired.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5. Don't listen to Shan Wee's 11-2 show.- &lt;/strong&gt;You'll start thinking of 101 ways to kill Shan Wee which then distracts you from your work and when that happens. It usually amounts to stress which totally defeats your purpose.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4. Watch Soap Operas.-&lt;/strong&gt; You get so involved in their drama that you channel all your stress into the show and since it's one hour everyday, you get a break too! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. Don't dread upcoming deadlines, look forward to them.-&lt;/strong&gt; The sooner the deadline, the sooner you're stress-free. So just finish your work (with some quality of course) and you'll soon be stress-free. Usually works.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. Play the piano or whatever kind of music you play, even farting? -&lt;/strong&gt; Simply because it takes your mind off things.And your mind's at ease.Warning: If you're not good, then don't play. More frustration amounts to more stress.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. Listen to music.- &lt;/strong&gt;My best de-stresser. However, avoid angry/ metal music when you're stressed. You don't need headaches or tears while studying. My advice is to listen to&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Copeland. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Maybe I'll have another list of Top ten songs to listen to de-stress soon. Until then. Byee ((:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19442273-115544792864147310?l=justanotherboredspinster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justanotherboredspinster.blogspot.com/feeds/115544792864147310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19442273&amp;postID=115544792864147310' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19442273/posts/default/115544792864147310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19442273/posts/default/115544792864147310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justanotherboredspinster.blogspot.com/2006/08/ok-with-all-new-research-assignment.html' title=''/><author><name>jenn.D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11276902110181730902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19442273.post-115476201128707861</id><published>2006-08-05T15:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-05T15:13:31.576+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello.! Went for SAJC's Dance Society's Rapture thingy at the esplanade yesterday. Yep. Keisha who looks unbelievably &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HOT &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;got us tickets. So it was me, Angelina, Clarissa, Pamela, Grace and Grace's sister. Haha yep. So we went to Cafe Cartel to eat cause we needed some plave which was not so crowded and we ordered knowing that we had a time constraint and ten minutes later this waitress tells us we have to wait for 20 minutes! Which was the time we were supposed to be at the esplanade so yes. After our w hole cancelling order and then to agreeing to wait for 5 mins and eventually gobbling our food we mader our way to the esplanade. And I realised during the performance that dance is actually quite cool! The music was great. I came here thinking that maybe it's gonna be a whole lot of hip hop crap and all. So it was a pleasant surprise I guess that most dances had wonderful themes, wonderful costumes and of course, wonderful dances ( esp. Keisha ((: )and I guess appreciate dance as an art now more than previoiusly. heh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep, Keisha was wow wow the moments where we actually managed to spot her. Her first dance could see her whole leg which was of course feast for the guys ( and some girls). Haha. Yeah, she was great and everybody knows it. And the other 2 dances she was quite infront especially the last one. So like omg. damn proud of her. Heh. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;AND OF COURSE SHE WAS OH-SO-HOT. ((:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; Saw alot of ex-IJ people and OH! saw Charissa and her friends. Heh. And I thought it would be kinda hard to spot her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yeah national day is coming and I've got shit loads of homework to do! So I guess I should get started. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;BLEAGH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19442273-115476201128707861?l=justanotherboredspinster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justanotherboredspinster.blogspot.com/feeds/115476201128707861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19442273&amp;postID=115476201128707861' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19442273/posts/default/115476201128707861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19442273/posts/default/115476201128707861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justanotherboredspinster.blogspot.com/2006/08/hello.html' title=''/><author><name>jenn.D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11276902110181730902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19442273.post-115424152896182218</id><published>2006-07-30T14:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-30T14:38:49.980+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Aiyo! I haven't blogged in a million gazillion years! Bleaghh. I feel so old when I don't blog. Bleagh. No connection eh? Haha, I hope people still visit my blog yes! Anyways, past 2 weeks have been not so great. Thinking about my future a whole lot and how these 2 years are probably gonna be the most important and toughest in my whole life. Did very terribly for my midyears. Yep. But I'm studying now. I am actually studying on weekends too ((: So you know that's a good start. And me not blogging is actually a good sign cause that means I'm hardly online eh? Haha. Oh well. Let's hope to God I get promoted and meet my expectations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I would just totally love to declare alot of things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I PASSED MY STANDING BROAD JUMP WITH A SILVER! ((: Which is like oh my god considering I haven't passed 150 since primary school! BLEAGHH. So no more mass PE for me baby!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I SO TOTALLY LOVE JONATHAN LEONG! When he was singing 'Kissing a Fool'. I wanted to be his fool and his mike la. He was totally feeling up the mike. HAH. Weird but yes. Oh my gosh. He is my first love and how said that it has to be one sided.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I am totally eternally grateful that my parents only freaked out after the ptm for one day! Haha. But nevertheless I missed the AJC installation yesterday cause they said I couldn't go out. But they're back to normal. Haha. I think they saw me really studying&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. My sister is lending her Mp3 player for 2 whole weeks baby! That means I get to listen to music and not just her teeny bopper music like Jesse Mcartney and all that crap. I get to put in my own songs! Oh yea!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Prison Break is starting soon on August 21.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. I love Jonathan Leong.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19442273-115424152896182218?l=justanotherboredspinster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justanotherboredspinster.blogspot.com/feeds/115424152896182218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19442273&amp;postID=115424152896182218' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19442273/posts/default/115424152896182218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19442273/posts/default/115424152896182218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justanotherboredspinster.blogspot.com/2006/07/aiyo-i-havent-blogged-in-million.html' title=''/><author><name>jenn.D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11276902110181730902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19442273.post-115287553414647996</id><published>2006-07-14T18:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-14T19:27:15.536+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oh, how I miss my computer, blogging, iTunes! Ah, it's been rather hectic with project work, history tutorial outlines, exam results. EXAM RESULTS. I didn't do very well obviously. Procrastination obviously does not work at all especially in JC. Bleaghh. This sucks man. I seriously need miracles to get promoted to JC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, yeah. Everything's been going wrong this week. Of course, starting with Italy winning the world cup. And yes, the famous headbutt which has, I must say, totally upstaged the Italian's fourth win. It's kind of funny. But I totally feel bad that he ended his beautiful career with such a bang. &lt;strong&gt;Literally&lt;/strong&gt;. If I was headbutted by him, ( I wish) my chest area would really turn concave-ish. Bleaghh. Looked painful BUT Italians are very good at acting which can be seen in the Italy Australia match. Come to think of it that oscar winning dive probably won them the world cup because I think Australia would have won if it had gone into extra time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, besides the world cup, everything's been moderately fine. Having lots of fun in school which is good. ((: And yeah. Just that well the results thing kinda sucks. I just hope I get a good pass for history. I really need that pass damn it. BLEAGHH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I need an iPod!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes! My sister got me two tickets for the Singapore Idol show on Wednesday and Clarissa came along with me. She's super crazy over Joakim. Haha. But they guy's quite funny and friendly. Although I didn't really like him at first, he's not that bad... BUT HE STILL CAN'T SING. Not as good as the others. But he tries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, of course the Singapore Idol contestant I'm rooting for this season is Jonathan Leong. Since the beginning. Omg. He's so damn wow. And he looked at me! ((: At least I think so. Well, gosh. I love him. He's nice, good looking can sing. And oh my gosh. Jonathan. This is like a major crush. Bleaghh. And I don't do celebrity crushes. Well semi celebrity. He's so wow. And he's kinda shy and all that. ((: Ahh. I think I might just have a thing for long-haire musicians. Well most. Well, not really into Twohill. But he's cool. He's my age and he's probably the most popular 16/17 year old in Singapore. But Jon's still the best!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;So then why was he in the bottom 3?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Ahh, I was super sad. I mean like. Shit man. I think it's like the whole Chris Daughtry thing. Where people think it's a given that other people would vote for him and do not pick up the phones and all.&lt;/span&gt; Bleagh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;s&gt;I should have voted&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom was super duper mad that he was in the bottom 3. She was seriously quite agitated. I think even if her favourite tamil serial drama got cut off, she wouldn't be as agitated. And believe me she's crazy over those drama serials. And she never ever admits to having a favourite something especially if it's a guy. Say like favourite actor, singer etc. He would either have to be damn old or DEAD. So for my mom to like Jonathan Leong, it's something big. It's something huge. It's something absolutely colossal. Jonathan Leong has single handedly changed my mom. From being obsessed with Indian drama serials to actually sitting down with us and watching Singapore Idol. Waiting impatiently for Jonathan to do what he does best. Now we share this special bond thingy. LOL. Sounds kinda stupid. But like yesterday, after the results show, I was lamenting about him being in the bottom 3 and my sisters didn't want to share my disappointment with me. ( They support Twohill) And it was great having to complain and whine with my mom about Singaporeans' laziness to just pick up the damn phone. &lt;s&gt;Including us.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19442273-115287553414647996?l=justanotherboredspinster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justanotherboredspinster.blogspot.com/feeds/115287553414647996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19442273&amp;postID=115287553414647996' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19442273/posts/default/115287553414647996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19442273/posts/default/115287553414647996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justanotherboredspinster.blogspot.com/2006/07/oh-how-i-miss-my-computer-blogging.html' title=''/><author><name>jenn.D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11276902110181730902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19442273.post-115235949992000119</id><published>2006-07-08T19:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-08T22:41:46.266+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I gave up coffee and cigarettes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I hate to say it hasn't helped me yet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I thought my problems would just dissipate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;And all my pain would be in yesterday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I poured my booze all down the kitchen drain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;And watch my bad habits get flushed away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I thought that that would keep my head on straight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;And all my pain would be in yesterday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;But it's true&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I'm still blue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;But I finally know what to do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I must quit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I must quit... you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I thought that if I didn't go and play&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;The sadness would get bored and go away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I thought that if I didn't go astray&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;That all my pain would be in yesterday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I sold my guitar and my piano&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I thought that it was these that kept me low&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I thought if only I could try and change&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;That all my pain would be in yesterday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Coffee and Cigarettes by Michelle featherstone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19442273-115235949992000119?l=justanotherboredspinster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justanotherboredspinster.blogspot.com/feeds/115235949992000119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19442273&amp;postID=115235949992000119' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19442273/posts/default/115235949992000119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19442273/posts/default/115235949992000119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justanotherboredspinster.blogspot.com/2006/07/i-gave-up-coffee-and-cigarettes-i-hate.html' title=''/><author><name>jenn.D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11276902110181730902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19442273.post-115227958387312624</id><published>2006-07-07T21:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-07T21:39:44.370+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Thank God it's &lt;b&gt;FRIDAY&lt;/b&gt;! Never been happier. It's been a really long week. Teachers saying how badly we did for mid years. The only paper we did well for was international history. But guess what? The papers got lost. I shouldn't say anymore actually since I happen to like this teacher, teacher's nice and probably feels damn bad. BUT! it's a blessing in disguise. Because well we did extremely badly for Southeast Asian history; average was like 5/25. But they're not gonna count that so we have another test on tuesday so that we have a history grade in our report cards. HAVE TO STUDY! So much for taking a break after the PBL. Bleaghh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, anyways, going back to school has been fairly smooth actually except for the PBL. Having fun. PE was an absolute torture. I am the most unfit person I know. Even people in other classes are calling my running "Cute". BAD. Since cute means adorable but ugly. OH YES! I FINALLY CUT MY HAIR. But it's still ugly. BUT I cut it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have been having girl talks with class mates lately. It's really funny actually. Talking about why sometimes we feel so hot and perspire so much. And it's because we're ovulating. So you can imagine some childless mommy saying. " I feel hot, I think I'm ovulating baby. You think it's time to have the baby we're talking about?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, kinda not funny. But I'm tired. Physically and mentally. I'm just drained totally. Oh, and I failed math. NOT SURPRISING. But! the lowest in my class is 10. And I'm 50% sure that's me. Since as far as I know, I am the worst in math. So, that kinda sucks. Really sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait for tomorrow man! It's the Germany vs Portugal match. I'm more excited for this match than the finals. haha. I pray to God that Germany wins. Watching the Germany vs Italy match was crazy. Was so sure it'd go into penalty shootouts and BOOM, the pizza boys just attack like crazy. So much energy. Gosh. Grosso's goal was undoubtedly wow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now it's PIZZA VS FRENCH FRIES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this may sound a bit hypocritical but I kinda want France to win. Cause well, they didn't cheat their way into the finals. And I'm still very upset over the loss of Germany who I must have been very consistent throughout the whole tournament. And yes! Podolski edges out Ronaldo to win Young player. Thankfully. If C. Ronaldo won, I'll just well do what he does best. CRY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And besides the World Cup, I'm getting increasingly agitated because of North Korea. I think N. korea is crazy and they're gonna have to stop playing games.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19442273-115227958387312624?l=justanotherboredspinster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justanotherboredspinster.blogspot.com/feeds/115227958387312624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19442273&amp;postID=115227958387312624' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19442273/posts/default/115227958387312624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19442273/posts/default/115227958387312624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justanotherboredspinster.blogspot.com/2006/07/thank-god-its-friday-never-been.html' title=''/><author><name>jenn.D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11276902110181730902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19442273.post-115181341898785422</id><published>2006-07-02T12:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-02T12:10:19.366+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;This has got to be a &lt;s&gt;FUCKING&lt;/s&gt; nightmare!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; Brazil lost to France. &lt;strong&gt;AGAIN!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AT LEAST STUPID ENGLAND'S OUT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GO, GERMANY! KICK HENRY'S ASS AT THE FINALS!&lt;br /&gt;I AM GONNA BOYCOTT FRENCH FRIES UNTIL THEY LOSE TO GERMANY HOPEFULLY AT THE FINALS. IF IT GOES MY WAY.! ARGHH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt; I don't like french fries all that much anyway.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;BLEAGH.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19442273-115181341898785422?l=justanotherboredspinster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justanotherboredspinster.blogspot.com/feeds/115181341898785422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19442273&amp;postID=115181341898785422' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19442273/posts/default/115181341898785422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19442273/posts/default/115181341898785422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justanotherboredspinster.blogspot.com/2006/07/this-has-got-to-be-fucking-nightmare.html' title=''/><author><name>jenn.D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11276902110181730902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19442273.post-115172969467757507</id><published>2006-07-01T12:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-01T12:54:54.953+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;" My life has become a boring pop song, and everyone's singing along"- I'm ready by Jack's Mannequin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha. Love that song. Especially that line. Thought it was quite cool. Anyways, I heard that Jack's Mannequin's Dark Blue on radio. I'm quite surprised actually. I thought 987fm only featured sellout artistes. Oh well, I was wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyways, I'm hungry as hell. And bored. Oh and yess, I am happy!! Germany won 4-2 on penalties to Argentina. Damn close match. Especially in the second half. Klose's header. was wow! Haha. Thank god for Germany's goalie, Lehmann is it? Something like that. He's quite a hero eh. Anyways, damn Italians won 3-0. Hoping for a ukrainian win because Italy does not even deserve a damn place in the quarter finals. So today Brazil's playing France, and as much as I want Brazil to win, I would like Zidane to score a goal. He's going to retire, why not let him retire with memories of scoring against Brazil yea? BUT! I would definitely want Brazil to go through to the semis. Hopefully history does not repeat itself. And I have this damn annoying feeling, that England's gonna win. Arghh and my instincts hardly fail me. Haha. But without all the portugese star players, England's gonna have a definite advantage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cross your fingers!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19442273-115172969467757507?l=justanotherboredspinster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justanotherboredspinster.blogspot.com/feeds/115172969467757507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19442273&amp;postID=115172969467757507' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19442273/posts/default/115172969467757507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19442273/posts/default/115172969467757507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justanotherboredspinster.blogspot.com/2006/07/my-life-has-become-boring-pop-song-and.html' title=''/><author><name>jenn.D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11276902110181730902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19442273.post-115150606662327671</id><published>2006-06-28T22:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-28T22:48:00.660+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Exams are over finally! Gosh, and the most dreaded paper, Math, is also over! I survived. I think I can get more than well zero. I only attempted Differentiation and Integration questions. But they took up the bulk of the paper. So anyways, the maximum I can get is well, a pass. But more than 30? Hopefully. Bleaghh. It sucks that my strongest subject in Secondary School is now my worst subject in JC. But whatever. Anyways, now I am totally slacking since I have to do another PBL History Assignment. But less requirements this time. So yes, we'll see how that goes yes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, I'm tired!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19442273-115150606662327671?l=justanotherboredspinster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justanotherboredspinster.blogspot.com/feeds/115150606662327671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19442273&amp;postID=115150606662327671' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19442273/posts/default/115150606662327671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19442273/posts/default/115150606662327671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justanotherboredspinster.blogspot.com/2006/06/exams-are-over-finally-gosh-and-most.html' title=''/><author><name>jenn.D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11276902110181730902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19442273.post-115132773433474637</id><published>2006-06-26T21:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-26T21:15:34.930+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>England won. DAMN! Good thing is that Ecuador was really good, proved to be a challenge. And that almost goal by Ecuador's Tenorio was oh so heartstopping... for the English fans of course. But oh well, whatever. So, England plays against portugal in the quarterfinals. Hopefully, Portugal kick their ass down on the field. But what with kep player being sent off and an injury that might deter Ronaldo from playing. Bleaghh. I realised, that you don't really need to play with quality. Just count your damn lucky stars. And Beckham's free kick. Ah, no one bends it better than beckham. Unfortunately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I'm still quite upset over the whole England win. I think maybe they might actually win the World Cup. But of course it won't be a deserved win. Pray Ronaldo recovers. Gosh, I don't even like Ronaldo. But it's England.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I'm listening to a band called The Feeling. Oh gosh. They are wow!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19442273-115132773433474637?l=justanotherboredspinster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justanotherboredspinster.blogspot.com/feeds/115132773433474637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19442273&amp;postID=115132773433474637' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19442273/posts/default/115132773433474637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19442273/posts/default/115132773433474637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justanotherboredspinster.blogspot.com/2006/06/england-won.html' title=''/><author><name>jenn.D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11276902110181730902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19442273.post-115086427459280077</id><published>2006-06-21T12:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-21T12:31:29.570+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"I don't quite know,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;  How to say how I feel.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;  Those three words&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;  Are said too much.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;  They're not enough"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Chasing Cars by Snow Patrol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah! I just absolutely love that song. One of my favourites from their new album. Lyrics are absolutely WOW. So anyways, I should be studying now. But I'm just really tired! Bleaghh. Was watching this show called " Life As We Know It" on Star World just now. And well, the show basically is stupid. It's about three teenage boys and well, sex. All about BGR. Really boring stuff. Same old same old that kind of thing. Bleagh. But toward the end, these three best friends have this whole connection going on when they talk with their eyes. Well sort of. Haha. It's kind of heartening. But other than that. This show is just well for people with raging hormones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyways, I haven't been able to sleep at night so I decided to have 'Fall asleep instantly' remedy AKA Shan Wee. And this remedy didn't work at all.&lt;s&gt; Because he was so damn interesting&lt;/s&gt; NOT! Seriously, he was so &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;LAME&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt; and super &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;BORING!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt; You could die listening to him. So you know I hate him quite alot. More than ever now. So, I just couldn't sleep AT ALL. Because he was so fucking annoying. I can't stand his dumb 'international' accent. Or so he calls it. They should replace him man! So, I decided to turn off the bloody radio and try falling asleep on my own. And well, it worked after thinking about math. Should have thought of that earlier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, anyways, the World Cup. Been interesting. Germany tops Group A with a win against Ecuador and Sweden draws with England. So, I guess that means that England plays with Germany? Not sure. Hopefully though. Than England will get knocked out and well their world cup dreams will be crushed. Anyone who thinks that England can still win the World Cup is seriously deluded. Now, I ain't a soccer expert. BUT EVEN I found England games really boring. I guess I was hoping for more? So anyways, I am supporting brazil of course with the influence of my uncles, cousins whatever since young. I've gotten free Brazilian jerseys from my uncle which is cool. So, kind of propaganda-ish. Well, I think if I wasn't a Brazil fan and was watching the world cup for the first time. Well, I think I would be supporting Spain and of course Argentina or rather Lionel Messi. He is GOOD! And of course Torres who keeps scoring and scoring. I don't really like Torres though. But simply because he's hot. I mean it's unfair to people like us if hot and talented guys existed! But well, Messi is not so much of an eyecandy so to speak so I'll be rooting for that 18 year old lad. Oh gosh, just 1 year older than me. Here goes the whole 'I'm useless' thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm here struggling in school while these people are earning millions of dollars playing a sport they LOVE! How unfair is that? Bleaghh. I better find my damned talent soon man. Or I'll be dying a&lt;s&gt; lonely old virgin.&lt;/s&gt; Erm. Ok. Well enough of this useless blogger blogging. Well, BYEE! ((:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19442273-115086427459280077?l=justanotherboredspinster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justanotherboredspinster.blogspot.com/feeds/115086427459280077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19442273&amp;postID=115086427459280077' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19442273/posts/default/115086427459280077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19442273/posts/default/115086427459280077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justanotherboredspinster.blogspot.com/2006/06/i-dont-quite-know-how-to-say-how-i.html' title=''/><author><name>jenn.D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11276902110181730902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19442273.post-115002353826795152</id><published>2006-06-11T18:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-11T18:58:59.540+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;BRANGELINA&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bleagh. This is what I've been hearing the whole of this week. Their baby and who got the rights to publish dear Shiloh's picture first. I mean who the hell cares right? Would your life me any more different if you're the first to see baby Shiloh? Everytime, I switch to E! entertainment. It's SHILOH SHILOH SHILOH. &lt;strong&gt;ALL BABIES LOOK ALIKE! &lt;/strong&gt;Haha. Well, somewhat alike. Anyways, to see what the fuss is all about, I saw the baby's picture. &lt;s&gt;Not all that great.&lt;/s&gt;But it's beautiful. I mean gosh, her parents are like the two most beautiful people in the world. Bleaghh. BUT I really hate Angelina Jolie and Brad Pitt together. Why not Jennifer Aniston. I realise that all Jennifers either have big butts or get dumped. HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I realise I am very screwed for my Mid Years because I am not studying at the right pace! Arghh. It's like. Gosh. I shouldn't be a JC student. It's scary. I only like studying history and well... literature. I absolutely hate math; haven't touched in a couple of days. And I kind of don't really like economics. And I keep getting distracted by Newsweek magazines. First I was so engrossed with the whole 25th Anniversary of AIDS and all. I really didn't know it was that 'New' whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes! I also read an article about women and marriage and the rate of success of their marriage. And the pattern is that the later you get married, chances are that it would be your own marriage. And I found it quite logical but then I was thinking if you got married at like 35-ish, how the hell you gonna have children. What's the point of marrying if you don't have children. It's gonna be hell boring, nothing to worry about, no one to scold. Haha. Parenting can be fun. Actually maybe why parents are so annoying sometimes, they are just trying to treat this boredom disease thingy. Bleaghh. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways been watching alot of movies on MGM and old movies are really quite nice eh? And ever since I watched 'The Omen', I've been seeing Mia Farrow who played the nanny like everywhere! And I don't really know much but I think she specialises in horror films. She is probably the only person who can look scary yet comforting at the same time. Maybe she's so calm and all that it's scary. heh. I think well, I'm just too tired. Oh yes, watched Commander-In- Chief and the show's really good la. Geena Davis really looks like the president. Much better looking that busy Bush! Bleaghh. Oh there's this line in the first episode which I thought was really funny!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" If Moses was a woman to lead the Jews to Israel, she would have stopped to ask for directions and it would only taken a week"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha. I thought it was damnn funny. Oh yes, I am absolutely in love with Donald Sutherland who plays Nathan Templeton in the series. He's damnn. don't know. But he's something. A turn- on really. His half smiles. God knows how old he is but gosh. This huge crush. And the husband is kinda hot too. Heh. ((:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19442273-115002353826795152?l=justanotherboredspinster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justanotherboredspinster.blogspot.com/feeds/115002353826795152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19442273&amp;postID=115002353826795152' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19442273/posts/default/115002353826795152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19442273/posts/default/115002353826795152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justanotherboredspinster.blogspot.com/2006/06/brangelina-bleagh.html' title=''/><author><name>jenn.D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11276902110181730902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19442273.post-114948359809911466</id><published>2006-06-05T12:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-05T12:59:58.233+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;In the light of the sun,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Is there anyone?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Oh, it has begun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Oh dear, you look so lost&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Eyes are read and tears are shed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;This world you must have crossed (You said...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;You don't know me, you don't even care (she said...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;You don't know me, you don't wear my chains&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Essential yet appealed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Carry all your thoughts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Across an open field&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;When flowers gaze at you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;We're not the only ones who cry when they see you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;She said I'm thinking I'm going to Boston&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I think I'll start a new life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I think I'll start it over where no one knows my name&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I'll get out of california, I'm tired out of the weather&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I think I'll get a lover and fly them out to Spain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I think I'm going to boston&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I think that I'm just tired&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I think I need a new town to leave all this behind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I think I need a sunrise, I'm tired of the sunset&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Here it's nice in the summer but some snow would be nice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Boston, where no one knows my name.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boston by Augustana&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19442273-114948359809911466?l=justanotherboredspinster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justanotherboredspinster.blogspot.com/feeds/114948359809911466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19442273&amp;postID=114948359809911466' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19442273/posts/default/114948359809911466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19442273/posts/default/114948359809911466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justanotherboredspinster.blogspot.com/2006/06/in-light-of-sun-is-there-anyone-oh-it.html' title=''/><author><name>jenn.D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11276902110181730902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19442273.post-114940422109285399</id><published>2006-06-04T14:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-04T14:57:01.433+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Haven't blogged in quite a while. Bleaghh. It's the holidays and I'm supposed to be studying but when I sit down to study I... fall asleep. In the mornings at least. But when I start to do math, I am super awake. So... surprisingly enough, math is my caffeine? Haha. I hate coffee. Bleagh. Anyways, holidays seem to be ok so far although I'm getting increasingly worried for my Mid-Years. I've still got hope for math! ((: I just want to get a 40? Yeah. I'll teach myself for the time being with the help of my trusty A-Math Textbook. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, the music on my blog is kinda screwed. Something's up with the web where I actually uploads my songs. This really sucks since I have a super duper nice song to put up! Belle sent it to me and it's just so wonderful. It's Boston by Augustana. It's a beautiful song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, talking about music, reminds me of Singapore Idol. Haha. It's quite funny, the show. My mom is obsessed with Jonathan guy. You know why? Because he studies at NUS. At least that's what he said on the show according to my mom! haha. And her support for Jonathan has been rather crazy. lol. But the dude can sing! He's like whoa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And of course crazy and funny Paul Twohill. My sister's obsessed with him like madly obsessed. More obsessed that she is with Chad Michael Murray. Well, at least Twohill is funny and crazy unlike Chad Michael Murray. Bleagh. Haha. She talks about him all the time. She smiles whenever they show just a bit of him in adverts. BUT! He can sing. Really sing!! And he's different which is PLUS! I was thinking about it. And even in American Idol, no one is/was as crazy as him. People like a little craziness I guess. Bleaghh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here Without You ((:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19442273-114940422109285399?l=justanotherboredspinster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justanotherboredspinster.blogspot.com/feeds/114940422109285399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19442273&amp;postID=114940422109285399' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19442273/posts/default/114940422109285399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19442273/posts/default/114940422109285399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justanotherboredspinster.blogspot.com/2006/06/havent-blogged-in-quite-while.html' title=''/><author><name>jenn.D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11276902110181730902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19442273.post-114869957169893815</id><published>2006-05-27T11:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-28T17:05:07.783+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>World Record: Jennifer Dhanaraj did not touch the computer for TWO WHOLE DAYS! Haha. This shows how absolutely scared for GP. I was reading stuff because I was super scared that I wouldn't have anything to write for the essay.But in the end I had something to write, more than something in fact. I wrote twice as much than I normally would but that was because Charlene who was sitting beside me was writing like crazy and I felt pressurised! So yes, I had to force myself to write more cause if not I would have been sleeping for about 1 hour. By right, i would have finished it in an hour plus. Anyways GP midyear is over. Bleagh. 5 more subjects including tamil. History is scaring me like crazy. So much stuff to study, so many skills to master. I have to master the skill of writing fast. I was trying writing fast that day. I am super NOT FAST! Bleagh. Apparently, you're supposed to write 7 whole lines in a minute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, besides impending examinations, the GREAT SINGAPORE SALE IS HERE! Argh.! I absolutely hate it. I mean yes, clothes are CHEAP as hell and it's great. But that also means excessive amount of shopping. We already went shopping yesterday and my mom was going crazy with like 60% sales and what not. If she could she'll buy the whole shop. I feel tired. Probably because of the aftermath of shopping. So will be blogging later. BYEE ((:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19442273-114869957169893815?l=justanotherboredspinster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justanotherboredspinster.blogspot.com/feeds/114869957169893815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19442273&amp;postID=114869957169893815' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19442273/posts/default/114869957169893815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19442273/posts/default/114869957169893815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justanotherboredspinster.blogspot.com/2006/05/world-record-jennifer-dhanaraj-did-not.html' title=''/><author><name>jenn.D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11276902110181730902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19442273.post-114805124620476903</id><published>2006-05-19T22:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-19T23:16:35.656+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;I want something&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;That's purer than the water&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Like we were&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;It's not there now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Ineloquence and anger&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Are all we have&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Like saturn's rings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;An icy loop around me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Too hard to hold&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Lash out first&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;And all the thing we don't like&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Or understand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;And it's beginning to get to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;That I know more about the stars and sea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Than I do of what's in your head&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Barely touching in our cold bed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Are you beginning to get my point&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;They're always fighting with aching joints&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;It's doing nothing but tire us out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;No one know what this fight's about&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;The answer phone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;The lonely sound of your voice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Frozen in time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;I only need&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;The compass that you gave me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;To guide me on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;It's so thrilling but also wrong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Don't have to prove that you are so strong &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Cause I can carry you on my back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;After our enemies attack&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;I tried to tell you before I left&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;But I was screaming under my breath&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;You are the only thing that makes sense&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Just ignore all these present tense&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;We need to feel breathless with love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;And not collapse under its weight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;I'm gasping for the air to fill&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;My lungs with everything that I've lost&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;--Beginning to get to me by Snow Patrol--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;This song is super sad but sweet in a way. Ahh. Just love this song.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19442273-114805124620476903?l=justanotherboredspinster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justanotherboredspinster.blogspot.com/feeds/114805124620476903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19442273&amp;postID=114805124620476903' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19442273/posts/default/114805124620476903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19442273/posts/default/114805124620476903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justanotherboredspinster.blogspot.com/2006/05/i-want-something-thats-purer-than.html' title=''/><author><name>jenn.D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11276902110181730902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19442273.post-114804817191980270</id><published>2006-05-19T21:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-19T22:16:20.870+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The week is finally over! OH gosh! This has been the most tiring/stressful week ever! Bleaghh. I finally completed my history research assignment... on time. ((: Had to stay up late though, mom wasn't too happy. lol. OH YES! I realised that when I stay up late, I don't sleep in school. I sleep like crazy in the bus, head rolling all over but I don't sleep in school! BUT! I end being tired the day after that. Really sleepy and all. Haha. Am I talking rubbish here?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, had a math test. I did extremely badly. Actually it's as good as handing in a blank paper. I really need math tuition as soon as possible. I'm arranging for math tuition with Angelina's mom, but nothing has been confirmed probably because I've been so damn busy what with Project Work, &lt;strong&gt;history &lt;/strong&gt;and Econs and Math tests. Bleagh. Oh! I studied for econs test... well kinda and the data response question was damnn hard. Bleagh. BUT at least, the essay was alright I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, besides the overwhelming load of assignments, had loads of fun actually. On wednesday, after interact, went to eat at Mad Jack's for the first time. For me at least. The place was super empty but the food was good ((: All worth it. but it eventually led to my current state of bankruptcy. My dream of saving up for an iPod is probably... gonna remain a dream that will never come true. Actually I think the reason why I am online basically 24 hours is to listen to music. THEREFORE, if I have an iPod, I wouldn't be online as much maybe? Haha. Oh well, except for downloading stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh! Speaking of which! Just caught the last episode of Prison break. Was damn good but I guess I have to wait till bloody September to find out if they get caught. Haha. They actually execute the escape but then the plane they're supposed to get on leaves and they're basically out there in the open with like police cars surrounding and they end it. Like WHAT THE HELL! Bleagh. oh well. So now I've got nothing to watch so I guess I'll continue watching Lost. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes! Both my sister didn't do very well for their exams and I really don't know what to do. I somehow feel responsible for their underperformance. Not sure why. Maybe it's the whole elder sister thing going on. Bleagh. My sister who got an A* for math PSLE last year failed her math this year. Like wth! I was really angry and again guilty because I didn't really help her much due to my workload or just plain laziness. So therefore, I've promised her that I'd help her with whatever I can. Until then, I can only imagine how my parents would react to her results. I hope they don't think it's because of this new freedom they've given them ever since &lt;strong&gt;I&lt;/strong&gt; entered the JC. Don't know what the connection is there. Bleagh. Their results have given me extra motivation to study harder for my mid-years. I don't know how I'm gonna do though. GP is next week. My GP isn't very fantastic. I'm still struggling with staying awake during compres and all. Bleagh. I want to do well! Really. I get really worried though. But my friends in class give me extra motivation though. They're super duper hardworking! So I guess I have to be too. Well, I'm gonna start my intense revision starting tomorrow. I guess I'd have to start with tamil. Got huge loads of tamil homework. Bleagh. And yes, I screwed up my tamil oral... really badly. My teacher laughed at me. And it's not a good kind of laughter. BLEAGH.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19442273-114804817191980270?l=justanotherboredspinster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justanotherboredspinster.blogspot.com/feeds/114804817191980270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19442273&amp;postID=114804817191980270' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19442273/posts/default/114804817191980270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19442273/posts/default/114804817191980270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justanotherboredspinster.blogspot.com/2006/05/week-is-finally-over-oh-gosh-this-has.html' title=''/><author><name>jenn.D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11276902110181730902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19442273.post-114758817063880669</id><published>2006-05-14T14:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-14T14:29:30.950+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6666;"&gt;"These 20 years have gone by so fast. It feels as though we got married not too long ago. Thanks for being a good and understanding wife. LOVE!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the message my dad sent to my mom on their 20th wedding anniversary on 11/5/2006. Although, my dad didn't come up with some kind of poem. This is probably the sweetest thing I've ever heard. I don't know why. When my mom showed my dad the message, my heart just like whoa. I'm so lucky to have parents like them. They have their shortcomings but when you read messages like those... it's like whoa. This is probably the sweetest thing my dad has ever said probably. My dad's not too good with words, or rather expressing his feelings and whatsoever. My dad's basically some kind of rock. haha. Yeah, so when I read that message my mom showed to me... I was basically shocked. See what love can do. Bleagh. Just rambling and all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it has been 20 years. I'd say that's really long. Some marriages can't even last 2 years. And my mom I tell you will pamper my dad with like shirts and ermm. other stuff. My dad doesn't buy shirts for himself at all. Haha. I tell you, they're damn sweet. And my dad's become less of a rock lately. The more open and loving I act with them, the less of a rock he becomes. At least that's what my mom says. You know to think, this marriage is an arranged marriage. It's just wow. Maybe having an arranged marriage ain't as bad. BUT I'd rather fall in love ((: I do hope love comes my way... not now. but eventually before 25? Possible? God, I hope so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I'm supposed to be doing history assignment now. Took a rather long break. Bleagh. I better get back. OH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Happy Mother's Day!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19442273-114758817063880669?l=justanotherboredspinster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justanotherboredspinster.blogspot.com/feeds/114758817063880669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19442273&amp;postID=114758817063880669' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19442273/posts/default/114758817063880669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19442273/posts/default/114758817063880669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justanotherboredspinster.blogspot.com/2006/05/these-20-years-have-gone-by-so-fast.html' title=''/><author><name>jenn.D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11276902110181730902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19442273.post-114727019195427822</id><published>2006-05-10T22:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-10T22:10:04.890+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I've &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;finally&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; gotten myself a new keyboard. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Yep, no more spelling mistakes, no more weird awkward spaces and of course no more BRACKETS at inappropriate places. AND! my new keyboard is supposedly 'water proof' design. So, I guess that's kinda good? But, I've gotten used to hesitating before I type the letter 'C'. And, my new keyboard's somehow softer so yeah, it's like got no sound and all which is good! Haha, I absolutely love my brand new keyboard.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, anyways today I realised that somehow I fail in whatever I do. I just felt it. We had this history debate in school today and I prepared for it although not as much as I should have and i totally screwed up. I was so damn embarrassed of myself... it was horrible, the humiliation and all. I was so freaking demoralised. It's like somehow I felt that I would just fail in whatever I do. But then maybe, it's because I don't really put in effort. But then, I'm like justifying my failure. BLEAGH. This sucks. History... So anyways, today I kind of figured out why I feel uncomfortable talking to some people in my class. It's because I think I am not as cool or as funny as them. Like seriously what the hell. I thought I didn't care but like argh. Was so disappointed in myself. Immense disappointment. Then on the way home was like thinking about whether or not I've changed. I don't think I have but then... maybe I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, on to the brighter side of things. Today had a history test. Don't know how I did but I think definitely better than the Southeast Asian test even though I hardly studied. I wrote alot more but still not enough. But gradual improvement eh? So after that, walking around the school, tried to find the tennis court to watch the tennis match between SA and CJ and we did find the tennis court. So anyways, SA won. BLEAGH. Saw their short skirts and was thinking about what Brother Paul was thinking about their skirts. lol. I think the girls probably saw our skirts and like wanted to burst out laughing! After that, because we were so damnn hot, we decided to go for an ice cream ( Me, XuanTing and Sze Ming) So we went to Island Creamery for ice cream! And I would totally put the picture here but... something's kinda screwed. OH well, would put it another time! Had lots of fun! Lol. Shared a 500ml tub among 4 people as Jessica joined us after that. It was super duper nice! It's called ReversO! ((: Loved it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, tomorrow's sports carnival. Hope I'll have fun!((:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19442273-114727019195427822?l=justanotherboredspinster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justanotherboredspinster.blogspot.com/feeds/114727019195427822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19442273&amp;postID=114727019195427822' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19442273/posts/default/114727019195427822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19442273/posts/default/114727019195427822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justanotherboredspinster.blogspot.com/2006/05/ive-finally-gotten-myself-new-keyboard.html' title=''/><author><name>jenn.D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11276902110181730902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19442273.post-114726601515436012</id><published>2006-05-10T20:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-10T21:00:16.736+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19442273-114726601515436012?l=justanotherboredspinster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justanotherboredspinster.blogspot.com/feeds/114726601515436012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19442273&amp;postID=114726601515436012' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19442273/posts/default/114726601515436012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19442273/posts/default/114726601515436012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justanotherboredspinster.blogspot.com/2006/05/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>jenn.D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11276902110181730902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19442273.post-114658253865712286</id><published>2006-05-02T22:46:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-02T23:08:59.590+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The keyboard is still screwed up BUT I've found a way to deal with it thanks to my absolute brilliance. I decided to just copy and paste the 'c'. Anyways, I realised that my sister, Jovita has  a blog! And besides her disgusting spelling(She spells also as oso), She sounds super bimbotic, which is quite unlike her. It's rather disturbing actually. Every sentence she types has got a 'like'. For example, I so totally like failed my test, like oh my god'... oh God. Imagine many sentences like these. And her sms english is disgusting. And the lack of punctuation... no wonder she's not in a hurry to buy the damn keyboard. The atrocious spelling doesn't bother her. Bleagh. So much for being in the smartest class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, school's getting more fun unless you count the exessive amount of homework. Being an arts student is really not easy. Never expected it to be but... God this is just crazy! And I've got a cca and all. I'm in... Interact club. It's like a constant cip every thursday at a childcare&lt;br /&gt;centre and all. It's quite ok I guess. And oh! I'm running for exco! ((: I wanted a leadership role I guess. So, the whole group of nominees or whatever are expected to come up with a group proposal on a fundraising project. So, that has been kinda hard given our busy schedules and all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss the cool table a whole lot though! )):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, like Im going to go off now. So, like, totally, BYE! haha.&lt;br /&gt;Trying to talk like my sister. It is totally kinda hard man! Like TOTALLY.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19442273-114658253865712286?l=justanotherboredspinster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justanotherboredspinster.blogspot.com/feeds/114658253865712286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19442273&amp;postID=114658253865712286' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19442273/posts/default/114658253865712286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19442273/posts/default/114658253865712286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justanotherboredspinster.blogspot.com/2006/05/keyboard-is-still-screwed-up-but-ive_02.html' title=''/><author><name>jenn.D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11276902110181730902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19442273.post-114597525852222181</id><published>2006-04-25T22:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-25T22:27:38.553+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oh my God, so the dumb keyboard's still s(rewed! Bleagh. Resorted to using a bra(ket! (ause it looks more like a 'See'. haha. So, this past week has been alright. Having fun in s(hool and all. And the poly people are loving their poly lives so all is good!! Glad that you all made (ool friends!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywas, on Saturday was the (J band (on(ert. It was damn good! Haha. Me, kat and Sze ming went onver to (harlene's house. Kat got there first and I met Sze Ming at Newton and we were talking on the bus and got distra(ted and we missed the bus stop and we wanted to go ba(k but we got lost! haha. So we took a taxi there. And My God, her house is like damn huge! And she has like a damn walk-in wardrobe. I mean I've never ever seen a walk-in wardrobe in real life before and she's got alot of (lothes. I always thought that ri(h people were like snobs but this ri(h girl is damnn ni(e! ((: And were like doing our make-up and all in her r oom and I felt damn&lt;br /&gt;prin(ess like! Haha. Then we ate KF( till like 7-ish. Oh! the thing started at 7 so we were like late! And this first song was 'Lord of The Rings' whi(h was like damnnn long so had to wait outside.&lt;br /&gt;After that, my mom (alled me and demanded me home for some damn odd reason. She wanted me to eat dinner at home. Like.. erm. ok. Haha. So (ouldn't join them for dinner. So yep, that's it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, in s(hool last week, Kat was talking about perfe(t mat(hes and guess who was my supposed damn perfe(t mat(h?!?! The guy I hate most at s(hool. Also known as (hokalingam by some friends of mine also known as the guy who doesn't know he's Indian. And he has an Indian name! It's like bleagh! So, I was damn sho(ked and disgusted! But ever sine then, people in my (lass have been making fun of me whenever we (ross paths. BLEAGH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listening to this band (alled Angels &amp; Airwaves now! They're totally (ool ! The Tom guy from Blink 182 is the vo(alist/guitarist and the other guitarist is the guy from Box (ar Ra(er also featuring Tom Delonges or whatever. This band not as upbeat as Blink 182 but it's really good! Trust me! They're better that other proje(ts Delonges has been involved in! Listen to the song 'It hurts' if possible. I'll put up the song sooner or later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gonna get to see the whole ( ool Table on Labour Day! Hopefully everything turns out fine ((:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19442273-114597525852222181?l=justanotherboredspinster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justanotherboredspinster.blogspot.com/feeds/114597525852222181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19442273&amp;postID=114597525852222181' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19442273/posts/default/114597525852222181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19442273/posts/default/114597525852222181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justanotherboredspinster.blogspot.com/2006/04/oh-my-god-so-dumb-keyboards-still.html' title=''/><author><name>jenn.D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11276902110181730902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19442273.post-114562438982868368</id><published>2006-04-21T20:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-21T20:59:49.906+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This week has probably been the most stressful. So many tests, all of which I was unprepared for. Bleagh. My tamil teacher scolded me this week for a number of reasons. Firstly, I didn't do my homework, I completely forgot about it and secondly she was frustrated with my tamil-speaking or rather the lack of tamil speaking. And then I didn't study for a test and I had to open my big mouth and tell her that I didn't study for it. I mean I've never studied for tami before! I think she thinks it's a miracle that I passed my 'O's with a pass. Oh! &lt;strong&gt;Ok,my keyboard's still s[rewed up. The 'See' letter is not working if you get what I mean. I [an't type the letter so I'm going to repla[e it with the ' [' alright? &lt;/strong&gt;So, [ontinuing, she also s[oldedme for sleeping in [lass. I always sleep during tamil [lass and it really is &lt;br /&gt;un[ontrollable. Bleagh. She said the next time I [lose my eyes, I have to go out of [lass. Totally embarassed, probably think I'm some sla[ker man. Bleagh. Argh. My post looks really ugly using bra[kets and all. Have to probably buy a new one soon! Argh. So mu[h for saving.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19442273-114562438982868368?l=justanotherboredspinster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justanotherboredspinster.blogspot.com/feeds/114562438982868368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19442273&amp;postID=114562438982868368' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19442273/posts/default/114562438982868368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19442273/posts/default/114562438982868368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justanotherboredspinster.blogspot.com/2006/04/this-week-has-probably-been-most.html' title=''/><author><name>jenn.D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11276902110181730902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19442273.post-114545596789956388</id><published>2006-04-19T22:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-19T22:12:48.956+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I w anted to blog today since it's been quite lo ng but I splilt w ater on my keyboard and there are aw kw ard spaces in betw een and I like my  s entences to look normal. S o I shall blog another day. ((: W ill probably blog tomorrow !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes ! I jus t want to share my happines s , after s o many searches for the Death Cab Album 't rans atlaticis m'  I finally got it thanks to  Wins on ((: Thank you! Lis tening to it right now .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19442273-114545596789956388?l=justanotherboredspinster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justanotherboredspinster.blogspot.com/feeds/114545596789956388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19442273&amp;postID=114545596789956388' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19442273/posts/default/114545596789956388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19442273/posts/default/114545596789956388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justanotherboredspinster.blogspot.com/2006/04/i-w-anted-to-blog-today-since-its-been.html' title=''/><author><name>jenn.D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11276902110181730902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19442273.post-114485306762068404</id><published>2006-04-12T22:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-12T22:44:46.183+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am in a very tired/pissed mood! I had historu homework today. And I was confused half the time. I had to like refer back to the question 10,000 times! Like every 5 seconds, I would go... huh? The turn back to read the question again. Now I keep seeing the words 'Japanese Occupation' in my head now. Bleagh. STUPID JAPANESE. So anyways, my father was slamming Lee Kwan Yew... again! I hate it when he does that! It's super annoying. I mean why doesn't he go live in India or something if he hates Singapore so much?  So anyways he said that LKY's only achievement was 'creating a kiasu society'. And I was thinking... it's mostly the post 65-ers who are kiasu. Actually, I think everyone is Kiasu to a certain degree, of course some more than others. Maybe Singaporeans are kiasu because Singapore gives out more free things/discounts/discount coupons than any other country in the world! I am just making up my own facts right now. So please do not believe any statistics I give you from now on! Oh! But this is true though. I remember watching the news when they featured a clip on a sale of Vera Wang wedding gowns somewhere in America. Actually I think they were free. Anyways, they queued for God knows how long! And when the shop opened, they all just rushed in! Huge stampede thing! Seriously. So everyone is kiasu BUT singapore is considered more kiasu than others simply because suppliers are generous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think my father is super 'Singaporean' nevertheless along with my mom! Went for my sister band concert at Victoria Concert Hall. So my sister sold tickets to my cousins. But we held on to their tickets and they were late so I had to wait for them quite a while. And the good seats were going out soon so we went in anyways and thought we'd meet them during the interval. So my mom asked me to reserve or 'chope' two seats for them. We were sitting right at the back so I thought no one would come and sit there so I put my bag on the seat beside me. Then more people started coming in and looking for seats. And I thought it was kind of rude to just place your bag there so I took my bag out. Then people took up the 2 reserved seats. And my mom scolded me man! Like what the hell! Typical 'singaporean'. It's their faults for being late. Why deprive others of seats right. bleagh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH! Speaking of suppliers... I PASSED MY ECONS TEST! Haha. I only was fully awake for 2 lectures and I passed the test. ((: But I actually studied. But still satisfied. I thought I would fail it actually probably because I was sleeping  DURING the test. Oh well! I've got another econs test coming up next week. Gonna be way more complicated than the last one so I have to study alot more. And probably memorise loads of stuff too. BLEAGH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am kind of tired. So I guess I'll better get back to omy typical Singaporean life. Doing homework. Bleagh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I LOVE SINGAPORE! lol. It's better than like America. Where people shoot one another.&lt;br /&gt;Watch One Tree Hill Season 3 episode 16. You'd hate american life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19442273-114485306762068404?l=justanotherboredspinster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justanotherboredspinster.blogspot.com/feeds/114485306762068404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19442273&amp;postID=114485306762068404' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19442273/posts/default/114485306762068404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19442273/posts/default/114485306762068404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justanotherboredspinster.blogspot.com/2006/04/i-am-in-very-tiredpissed-mood-i-had.html' title=''/><author><name>jenn.D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11276902110181730902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19442273.post-114449586513851262</id><published>2006-04-08T18:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-08T19:31:09.743+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>And it came to me then that every plan&lt;br /&gt;Is a tiny prayer to father time&lt;br /&gt;As I stared at my shoes in the ICU&lt;br /&gt;That reeked of piss and 409&lt;br /&gt;And I rationed my breaths as I said to myself&lt;br /&gt;That I've already taken too much today&lt;br /&gt;As each decsending peak on the LCD&lt;br /&gt;Took you a little further away from me&lt;br /&gt;Away from me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amongst the vending machines and year-old magazines&lt;br /&gt;In a place where we always say goodbye&lt;br /&gt;It stung like a violent wind where memories depend&lt;br /&gt;On a faulty camera in our minds&lt;br /&gt;And I knew the you were a truth that I would rather lose&lt;br /&gt;Than to have never lain beside at all&lt;br /&gt;And I look around at all the eyes on the ground&lt;br /&gt;As the TV entertained itself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause there's no comfort in the waiting room&lt;br /&gt;Just nervous pacers bracing for bad news&lt;br /&gt;And then the nurse comes around and everyone lifts their heads&lt;br /&gt;But I'm thinking of what sarah said&lt;br /&gt;That love is watching someone die&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;So, who's gonna watch you die?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What Sarah Said by Death Cab for Cutie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19442273-114449586513851262?l=justanotherboredspinster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justanotherboredspinster.blogspot.com/feeds/114449586513851262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19442273&amp;postID=114449586513851262' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19442273/posts/default/114449586513851262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19442273/posts/default/114449586513851262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justanotherboredspinster.blogspot.com/2006/04/and-it-came-to-me-then-that-every-plan.html' title=''/><author><name>jenn.D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11276902110181730902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19442273.post-114432964216801210</id><published>2006-04-06T20:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-06T22:27:13.036+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I haven't blogged for almost one week man! I have been quite busy. With school work and all.&lt;br /&gt;Academically, it's getting tougher. Lots of deadlines to meet and all but I manage somehow. But, socially I am adjusting. Slowly but surely. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, alot of things have happened this week. For starters, I lost my wallet &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;AGAIN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;! There was this Parent-Teacher meeting on Monday, and my parents took ten years to get ready so we took a taxi there so that we'd not be late... obviously. I only took my wallet and phone along. Then someone messaged me in the taxi then I put my wallet beside me on the seat and I totally forgot about it until a few minutes after we got out of the cab! I tell you I am the most careless girl alive! Argh. After that my parents kept nagging and nagging and all. BLEAGH. The last time I lost my wallet, it wasn't so bad because firstly I had my ez-link car and secondly, my parents didn't know about it. So it was better to deal with. Anyways, so I called the company up and they asked me to make a police report. So decided to go the next day after school BUT before that my dad called and said that a passenger found my wallet and it was at the Boon Lay Police Post. So, my dad said he'd follow me! I tell you the relief and joy when I heard that they found me wallet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I've lost my wallet in every possible place. Toilet, Theatre, Bus, Taxi, School. Except the train. But I don't take the train so I won't be losing it anytime soon. ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, going out with my dad alone was super awkward! I think it was my first time going out with him alone! I was super quiet. Tried to sleep bu couldn't. Really awkward! Then I thought about when I was younger. When I still slept in my sisters' room. He would come to our room and tell us stories, those Thomas Hardy ones like Jude the Obscure, The Mayor Of Catorbridge and all. I think that's how I developed and interest in books. After my PSLE results, everything just stopped and I felt guilty for depriving my sisters a proper relationship with my father. Sure, everything is better now than when compared to 2 yrs ago and I'm grateful and all. But I want something more. Actually, sometimes, I think he knows me better than anyone else and favours me over everyone else but doesn't show it. I've always had this secret desire to get a new piano. I never ever told my sisters nor did I tell my mom because I thought it was selfish to spend 3000 bucks on one person. But when I see pianos i n shopping centres and all, I get super excited. And my dad asked me one day, if I wanted a new piano. Just like that. Without any warning. I said yes of course but I told I would be satisfied with a second hand piano. So, I might be getting a piano very soon! ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listening to the album, Heroine from First to Last. It's great! Got a unique sound. It's cool stuff. I think I'll upload a song soon enough onto the blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, this is a boring entry. Byee.&lt;br /&gt;((:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19442273-114432964216801210?l=justanotherboredspinster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justanotherboredspinster.blogspot.com/feeds/114432964216801210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19442273&amp;postID=114432964216801210' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19442273/posts/default/114432964216801210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19442273/posts/default/114432964216801210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justanotherboredspinster.blogspot.com/2006/04/i-havent-blogged-for-almost-one-week.html' title=''/><author><name>jenn.D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11276902110181730902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19442273.post-114387204099432685</id><published>2006-04-01T14:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-01T14:14:00.996+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am wrecked, I am overblown.&lt;br /&gt;I am also fed up with the common cold.&lt;br /&gt;But I just hate to say goodbye&lt;br /&gt;To the metaphors and lies&lt;br /&gt;That have taken me years to come up with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Say it's true. Say you like me&lt;br /&gt;It's just for the night&lt;br /&gt;For me it's been eternity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And as I gently sip this drink,&lt;br /&gt;I think about my lack of future,&lt;br /&gt;And all the places I could learn to fall in love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I shouldn't waste my time&lt;br /&gt;Wishing I'd been better designed,&lt;br /&gt;Yet for some reason still think&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am wrecked, I am overblown.&lt;br /&gt;I am also fed up the fucking common cold&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I just want to feel alive&lt;br /&gt;For the first time in my life&lt;br /&gt;I just want to feel...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;ATTRACTIVE TODAY.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Atrractive today  by Motion City Soundtrack&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just absolutely love this song. I totally identify with the song! Haha. Oh, this is the song on this blog ((:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19442273-114387204099432685?l=justanotherboredspinster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justanotherboredspinster.blogspot.com/feeds/114387204099432685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19442273&amp;postID=114387204099432685' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19442273/posts/default/114387204099432685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19442273/posts/default/114387204099432685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justanotherboredspinster.blogspot.com/2006/04/i-am-wrecked-i-am-overblown.html' title=''/><author><name>jenn.D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11276902110181730902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19442273.post-114380932806964811</id><published>2006-03-31T19:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-01T14:06:05.080+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I realised today that most of my money is spent on soyabean and milo! Oh my God! I finally found out how come my money's disappearing all the time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For 1 break, I spend...&lt;br /&gt;--$2 or less on food ( usually western)&lt;br /&gt;--$0.70 on Ice Milo&lt;br /&gt;Oh! And when I buy Ice Milo, by the time I get to my table I finish my drink! Like WHAT THE HELL! ARGH. So let me contibue&lt;br /&gt;--$1 on Milo Can ( Because I need a drink when I eat)&lt;br /&gt;--$0.80 on Soya Bean (simply because I cannot live without soyabean)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that's like $2.50 on drinks alone! Oh god! I have to learn how to stop drinking so fast. And my addiction to soya bean is damn bad. I even get withdrawal symptoms during the weekends and all. Bleagh. Who the hell gets addicted to like Soya Bean man?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, today was a rather long day! Ended off with an econs lecture and lo and behold ... I didn't sleep. My first econs lecture where I'm actually awake! I was so proud of my achievement! ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then after that, met Denesh so that we could go home together. Well, she was going home I had to go to Serangoon Road to follow my mom change some stuff. My mom I tell you, everytime she goes to Tekkha and buys clothes or whatever, she always has to change! Because of the lack of fitting rooms and all! Bleagh. And I decided to follow her because I miss her and well, she hates to go to that area alone and all so yea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I was talking to Denesh and she was telling me about the un-cooperative Indians in CJC. There're a few Indians who probably wish every night that they were like Chinese or something. Nothing against the chinese though but if you're not proud of who you are, you're just no one! No sense of belonging to anything. I mean the chinese won't see you as one of them.Although I do admit I ain't a good Indian. I don't listen to tamil songs, I don't watch many tamil movies, I cannot speak tamil, my writing ain't so good now and all. But nevertheless, I am proud to be an Indian as odd as that might sound. I mean like if an Indian accomplishes something great. I feel proud and all! Yeah, I do. I am sure everyone feels proud when their own race accomplishes something but I wonder if all these Indians-who-wished-they-weren't-Indians feel proud of anything at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now there's this common thing with Indian guys going for Chinese girls. Not that I am affected. I mean I am but I am not interested in any of these Indian guys anyways. Haha. My guitarist goes for Indian girls! haha I think ((: Well, whatever. Oh my God! There's this guy from J1 that annoys the crap out of me! He's one of those wanna-be something else other than Indian. He's annoying. Never talked to him but I always see him around. Haha we call him Chokalingam. lol. But that's not his name, obviously. But he looks like a chokalingam though. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, watched Prison Break today. Almost pulled all my hair out. It's so nerve-wrecking I tell you! I can feel the pain he's going through and all. Oh by the way Lincoln escaped electrocution just when they were about to press the button! Scary shit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, was having literature today which was absolutely great. It was paper 4, Brave New World. This Huxley guy is really wow I tell you! Some of the things he wrote about in the book exist today. Maybe not exactly like how it's depicted in the book but something like that. In the book, there is the principle of pleasure and fear. Humans are driven by these two principles. Especially pleasure. In the book, sex is just depicted as something. As in, erm. you don't have to love to have sex with someone. The man you're having sex with is just a posession. Nothing more. This I tell you is quite common these days. I could never understand how one-night stand worked. Isn't the whole purpose of sex somewhat of a declaration of your love to him but in a whole new level? Sigh. The world I'm living in is just too small. And I get scared when I realise what's happening in the world outside of me. My eyes are finally opening eh. Bleagh. Don't know if you get what I'm trying to say. But. whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;((:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19442273-114380932806964811?l=justanotherboredspinster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justanotherboredspinster.blogspot.com/feeds/114380932806964811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19442273&amp;postID=114380932806964811' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19442273/posts/default/114380932806964811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19442273/posts/default/114380932806964811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justanotherboredspinster.blogspot.com/2006/03/i-realised-today-that-most-of-my-money.html' title=''/><author><name>jenn.D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11276902110181730902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19442273.post-114372567204649133</id><published>2006-03-30T20:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-30T21:34:32.116+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I am a happy girl! ((:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alot of good stuff happened this week that made me happy. Firstly, school's getting better socially and academically. Yep, I finish most of my homework in time well except for tamil. And also I am okay with the work I hand up/do. They are not last-minute stuff. Well, some are... but the work is of some kind of quality la. As in, a lot of effort is put into my work. Yep. So anyways, socially, doing better too... a little better. I talk more, I realised I have to talk because my mouth was getting too dry from not talking. lol. Im talking crap!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, so anyways, we had mass PE today! BLEAGH! But at least we ran first before heading off to do conditioning so it was like 100000 times better. Then we did GST(Grand Stand Torture) before getting dismissed to go home. But stayed back for a while after that just to talk crap then went back home in the rain! I hate the rain! argh. I hate getting wet especially. Bleagh. But it was drizzling so it wasn't THAT bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH! I know the main reason for my happiness today! I've got an almost brilliant idea for project work. Actually it's not that brilliant but it's the only idea I've ever come up with in my entire life. As in seriously, I've got NO creative juices flowing in my brain or whatever. I've never come up with a brilliant idea... an original idea! I've been a loser my entire life man! I've chosen the topic 'Momentum' as the task and decided to base it on the local music scene. Yep. Mr Lim ( my GP teacher) said that it was a good idea. So I was super happy! My first creative idea created by ME! ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH! And I also dropped by at Innova on Monday along side with Angelia who looks absolutely hot in the AJ uniform. Wow. Seems like just yesterday. Time passes by pretty cool eh. Saw alot of people like Sharon, Shelly, Yanni, Ee Chin, Shreeya, Zaki and other people. Met the new people of 0643A. Girls are hot! Guys are funny stuff!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And of course I saw &lt;strong&gt;HIM&lt;/strong&gt;! Great stuff! Was really happy to see him! It has been quite a while. His hair's grown quite a bit now. He looks different! It's  like I find it hard to identify him. With his lack of hair and the cap, I could pick him out almost instantly. BUT at least I got to see him! That's good enough. Was so happy to see him! Really. So just a while back I just started getting these flashbacks from the first day of school when I first saw him with his long hair and his guitar and I actually somehow was put off by him. Thought he was t hose posers. Then to the time at t he CCA fair when I first listened to him play! Sigh. Memories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week's been pretty in fact very alright so far. There's just friday to get pass and I'll be an even happier girl. And oh! I got my lit book, Othello. Started reading it and it's pretty good! It's more than good. It's the type of plot I'd like... those tragic romance. The main character Iago is damn cool! As in, he's super interesting! The way he speaks and all. Can't wait to read Brave New World, our paper 4 book. It looks really interesting too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't wait to see the next episode of Prison Break. Hopefully I'll get to watch it soon! It's just waiting for me to watch it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;((:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19442273-114372567204649133?l=justanotherboredspinster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justanotherboredspinster.blogspot.com/feeds/114372567204649133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19442273&amp;postID=114372567204649133' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19442273/posts/default/114372567204649133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19442273/posts/default/114372567204649133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justanotherboredspinster.blogspot.com/2006/03/i-am-happy-girl-alot-of-good-stuff.html' title=''/><author><name>jenn.D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11276902110181730902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19442273.post-114338150783089373</id><published>2006-03-26T19:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-26T21:58:29.116+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I feel really sleepy now! So, anyways the weekend just passed by super duper fast man! Before I know it, it's like Sunday! I realised I have to start going to church soon! I am a lousy Catholic man! Argh. I am always waking up late. I haven't gone to church in a really really long time! Stupid me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, anyways listening to this band called Motion City Soundtrack. They're kinda cool in terms of their lyrics. Not bad.Actually I think they're great stuff! Although I must say, they sound way too simple plan-ish too me... too punkish? That's kind of a turn off. I would want to like a band that has its own sound. But nevertheless, it's cool stuff. Haha. Oh anyways, ever since I put the Thrice song 'Image of the Invisible' people have been asking me for the song. Cool shit man! Haha. I have such fantastic taste in music! ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just feeling kind of down that the records of all these bands are really expensive! I can't even afford normal-priced CD's, let alone all this $40-60 CD's. If they were normal priced, I would definitely get them. It's a pity they're not popular in Singapore. Actually I wouldn't want these tracks playing on the radio. Somehow I find that bands who get featured on radio, sooner or later the second or subsequent record turns out to be very... manufactured. It's like they want to give the listeners exactly what they want, what's the 'in' thing now. Take for example Bon Jovi, they have in my opinion completely changed.  They are more inclined to like pop/rock/don't know what else. And Green Day with their album 'American Idiot'. Yeah sure, it was one of the best-selling albums. But it's totally appealing to the mass! With first single 'American Idiot'  clearly aimed to pull in more listeners. What happened to tracks like 'Basket Case' man? One of my favourite Green Day songs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And no there're more bands like Simple Plan coming out which are just simply annoying. I mean establish your own identity for God's sake. But I think the mos annoying band to date is definitely Son of Dork. I mean... seriously! Eddie's song?!?! About a guy who screws a different girl after every gig and ends up having 27 kids which he doesn't know about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, I don't think it's possible to have 27 damn kids you don't know about especially since you are a famous rockstar. Won't the mothers of these kids sue this 'Eddie' for like paternal support thing? Doesn't that happen like all the time? You find out you're pregnant with some rich, hot rockstar and you just sit there without any money, support? No way man! These mothers would definitely sue them right! Bleagh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secondly, how the hell can he somehow make sure every woman he sleeps with gets pregnant. I mean I know they don't use p rotection and all but still! According to my bio lesson last year which i got an A2 for you have a fertile period and a safe period. The probability that he screws the woman on her fertile period is just crazy! haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh God, this is the result of eating dinner early and thus boredom. Oh, I'd like to give you one piece of advice. Don't ever get attached! Unless you know the guy's perfectly rational and sane! or else... deep shit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep, week 2 of school tomorrow! Good Luck me!&lt;br /&gt;((:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19442273-114338150783089373?l=justanotherboredspinster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justanotherboredspinster.blogspot.com/feeds/114338150783089373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19442273&amp;postID=114338150783089373' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19442273/posts/default/114338150783089373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19442273/posts/default/114338150783089373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justanotherboredspinster.blogspot.com/2006/03/i-feel-really-sleepy-now-so-anyways.html' title=''/><author><name>jenn.D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11276902110181730902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19442273.post-114319735251105797</id><published>2006-03-24T17:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-24T18:54:07.626+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>" I had a dream last night. You and me were working on a house , pounding nails. And ... in the dream it felt like we were older. It was so clear... the whole dream and when I awoke, I knew today wasn't going to be the end, that we'll see each other again dad. I know it. I love you dad."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was a scene from prison break! And after this I could not control my damn tears! I was bawling my eyes out! Thank God I was alone in the house. haha. So anyways, this show is just absolutely great! I think the first season is coming to Singapore pretty soon! Just watch out for it! It's about this guy, Lincoln Burrows who is wrongly accused of killing the vice-president's brother and is sentenced to death. And Michael Scoffield, Lincoln's brother is an engineer who basically designed the prison Lincoln's in. And so he decides to save his brother by getting himself arrested for armed robbery, tatooing the whole blueprint on his body... cleverly disguised and goes to the jail and basically starts work to get the brother to escape.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyways, watching season 2 or something and I realised how scary it is to be like basically waiting for the end. He is supposed to die by electrocution. Can you imagine waiting to die? I mean like me waiting for the day for mass P.E. can cause butterflies in my s tomache, constant prayers to God for the days before P.E to pass by slowly. And this is ONLY mass P.E! Can you imagine awaiting your own death. You're just helpless, alone. Scary shit! I think capital punishment isn't the way to go. For some cases in Singapore, I thought they deserved it. But I don't know. Ok, so let's say a guy killed some other guy. How is this action justified by killing the murderer as well? You're basically repeating his deed right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bleagh. I can't believe I am feeling so emotional over a TV show! Haha. Can't wait for Monday to come. Well, actually Tuesday! The &lt;s&gt;bloody&lt;/s&gt; show always ends with a cliff hanger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyways...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I want to thank Alexandra Paul of 2T04 from Catholic Junior College for returning my wallet with the money and all still there!((:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep, lost my wallet for the 475890 time. Lost it after my first detention lesson. Left it at the toilet! I want to thank this girl personally but I don't even know who she is. )): I hope I'll find her soon, then I can thank her! ((: Anyways DETENTION! Haha. My first detention lesson was... alright. I finished tamil compo! ((: Yep. Was late! for my first time! Bleagh. I remember how at Innova I'd be late like 4 times a week. But I won't get detention man! Haha. Oh well!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH! YES! I think CJ guys suck! I mean the J2's! Don't know about the J1's, don't really want to. So anyways! actually I think I cannot generalise but still. Most of them look snobbish and all! Anyways this guy who is okay looking is damn annoying. I think the whole Indian community somehow knows him! I guess he's hot and all but still! argh.! he sucks!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't usually mention names but there can be exceptions! His bloody name is Kelvinder... singh? I think. Don't know about his surname but who the hell cares! He think every girl is in love with him and worships him at all! So anyways, my friend used to like him and somehow he found out and has been trying to avoid her. But his stupid ass friends always teasing him. It's like secondary school. It's seriously like lower secondary school teasing! Even primary school-ish. So anyways, she has totally lost interest. But his thick skull just cannot get this. So it's like everytime, the pass by each other he look the other side! like wtf! &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;SHE DOESN'T LIKE YOU ANYMORE! GET A LIFE! NOT EVERY BLOODY GIRL HAS TO WORSHIP YOU!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Bleagh. He sucks! I think I hate him more than ... Chad Michael Murray. Actually no! Not possible. But close enough though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GUYS. sigh.&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss Innova. The guys are much nicer.&lt;br /&gt;HE would be ten times nicer than dumb-ass Kelvinder.&lt;br /&gt;((:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19442273-114319735251105797?l=justanotherboredspinster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justanotherboredspinster.blogspot.com/feeds/114319735251105797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19442273&amp;postID=114319735251105797' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19442273/posts/default/114319735251105797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19442273/posts/default/114319735251105797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justanotherboredspinster.blogspot.com/2006/03/i-had-dream-last-night.html' title=''/><author><name>jenn.D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11276902110181730902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19442273.post-114295086652780844</id><published>2006-03-21T22:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-21T22:21:06.586+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I feel like being totally random!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;1. I cannot wait to see prison break! I've been waiting freaking 3/4 months! Oh shit, I am so excited! Aaahh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;2. I don't know if I can see myself spending the next two years with my class if I'm going to continue being anti-social!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;3. I hate not talking. I am supposed to talk alot!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;3. I barely talked at all in class today... less than 10 whole sentences! Oh shit. Anti-social me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;4. Alcoholic partner! Bleagh((:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;5. Prison break!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;6. I finished history assignment&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;7. Went to Toa Payoh to meet up with Farah, Angelina and Keisha. And saw people like Belle and Sarah E. ((:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;8. Prison Break!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;9. I hate my stupid phone. Half the music on my itunes/WMP cannot be uploaded onto my stupid phone! Argh! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;10. I am eating way too much for my own good!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;11. Prison Break!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;12. I am way too broke! At this rate I will never be able to buy a damn mp3 player and I'll go mad!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;13. I wanna crash Innova. Strange Guitarist has a new hairstyle.&lt;strike&gt;I miss seeing him!&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;/s&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;/s&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19442273-114295086652780844?l=justanotherboredspinster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justanotherboredspinster.blogspot.com/feeds/114295086652780844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19442273&amp;postID=114295086652780844' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19442273/posts/default/114295086652780844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19442273/posts/default/114295086652780844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justanotherboredspinster.blogspot.com/2006/03/i-feel-like-being-totally-random-1.html' title=''/><author><name>jenn.D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11276902110181730902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19442273.post-114252094396844056</id><published>2006-03-16T22:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-16T22:55:44.456+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The holidays are going to end soon. Bleagh. It didn't even seem like the holidays though. Had to go back to school for bridging lectures from Monday to Wednesday for a couple of hours. Lectures so far have been ok. I am absolutely loving history!! But I have this history assignment that I am like absolutely dying to do! I just want to write an essay. But I keep putting it off because I don't know if I can write well enough for the teacher. I've talked to a couple of people and they said that even if you put in effort and think that you've written well, most of the time the teacher does not see it that way. I would just totally feel discouraged when that happens! But I realise I have to do this assignment, I want to do it actually. Like the structure of this essay has been planned in my head and I've read the readings and all. Just haven't started the actual writing yet. So anyways, besides history other subjects are okay I guess. For the first time, I actually paid attention to Econs lecture and I know what is going on! So, that's good. Literature surprisingly is not as interesting as the lectures at Innova. But maybe it's because it's only introductory lectures. And plus we haven't really touched on poetry yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, anyways I met up with Clarissa after the longest time yesterday. Met her at City Hall then headed off to Carl's Jr at Suntec. The burgers there are like &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HUGE.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; Well actually it's no surprise since it's an American Fast Food restaurant. Americans are fat! I actually thought that all white people were like slim and fat because of the media and all. But it's not at all true. In fact, America has one of the highest obesity rates in the world. I think. I am not really sure. Or was it the UK. Oh well, same thing. Anyway, meeting up with Clarissa was great stuff! She was looking for a school bag and found a BEAUTIFUL one at the nike store. It was really really just wow! But she didn't buy it though but I think she probably will soon enough! And we shopped at Toys R' Us because I wanted to buy a nice, simple pencil box but couldn't find anything that satisfied me. Actually I couldn't find anything at all! So we just walked around and stuff and we decided to leave the place. So we headed for the bus stop when I was trying to figure how the hell to go home without having to resort to using a train and then Belle called me and so we decided to meet seeing how I haven't seen her in a long time too! So met her at City Hall. Laughed with her, had fun with her. Realised how much I missed her. So we went to TP to get a drink and then talked about... white guys. And how they cannot be trusted. Well, most of them at least! If you want to marry a white guy, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DON'T.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; You can think of marrying him but do not actually marry him! Beacuse most of the times, it won't last. That's my opinion at least. I am not being racist though. It's just fact. Yeah sure, they're supposedly hotter than asians, have more appeal and whatever but still... you can have a fling or whatever but &lt;strong&gt;DO NOT MARRY THE GUY! &lt;/strong&gt;I think a marriage on average lasts for like 5-6 yrs in America. Then they get divorced, marry again blah blah. But, not all white guys are like that though. But just think twice if you're thinking of marrying a white guy I guess. By the way, this is not racism yea? Just what I think. I sure hope I do not get put into jail for this. Bleagh. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways I have a declaration to make!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I LOVE JERRY SEINFELD!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's like the funniest guy ever! Was watching my first Seinfeld episode ever on Star World today! Was laughing my ass off! Although this show replaced Friends, it's totally worth it! He is damn funny! Bleagh. I think I am watching too much TV. OH! Anyways I was watching Criss Angel today! So there's this stunt called Oasis where he's stuck in this air bubble thing with water surrounding him. And there's like locks and stuff so he has to escape.  I knew for sure he'd escape. So he's in this thing for 24 hours plus thinking of a way to escape. And suddenly the water starts to overflow, flowing out of this tank thing and you'd expect him to come out, and stand on top of the tank BUT he actually ends up on the car a couple of metres away! It is humanly impossible!!!! Im still shocked! What the hell!!!!!!!! How the hell can he do that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I'd better go to sleep now. I've got an early day tomorrow! Have to go the dentist at like ten and then to harborfront to meet my Innova friends! Can't wait!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19442273-114252094396844056?l=justanotherboredspinster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justanotherboredspinster.blogspot.com/feeds/114252094396844056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19442273&amp;postID=114252094396844056' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19442273/posts/default/114252094396844056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19442273/posts/default/114252094396844056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justanotherboredspinster.blogspot.com/2006/03/holidays-are-going-to-end-soon.html' title=''/><author><name>jenn.D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11276902110181730902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19442273.post-114215775252481434</id><published>2006-03-12T17:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-12T19:01:13.190+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ok, so this is a song by Thrice from their album called Vheissu! This is one of the best albums I have ever come across, all the songs are really good! This is my favourite song from this album.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Image of the Invisible&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;We're more than carbons and chemicals&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;We are the image of the invisible&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Free will is ours and we can't let go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;We are the image of the invisible&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;We can't allow this, this quiet cull&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;We are the image of the invisible&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;So we sing out this, our canticle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;We are the image of the invisible&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;We all were lost now we are found&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;No one can stop us or slow us down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;We are the named and we are known&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;We know that we'll never walk alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;We're more than static and dial tone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;We are the image of the invisible&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;We're emblematic of the unknown&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;We are the image of the invisble&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;So raise the banner, bend back your bows&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;We are the image of the invisible&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Remove the cancer, take back your souls&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;We are the image of the invisible&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Though all the world may hate us, we are named&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;The shadow overtake us, we are known&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19442273-114215775252481434?l=justanotherboredspinster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justanotherboredspinster.blogspot.com/feeds/114215775252481434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19442273&amp;postID=114215775252481434' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19442273/posts/default/114215775252481434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19442273/posts/default/114215775252481434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justanotherboredspinster.blogspot.com/2006/03/ok-so-this-is-song-by-thrice-from.html' title=''/><author><name>jenn.D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11276902110181730902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19442273.post-114215713180272240</id><published>2006-03-12T17:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-12T17:52:11.823+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am really bored now. Just came back from my piano class. Went for the piano classes without any practice! I hardly practice now. I am so busy... busy being lazy that is. Anyways, now that school has started, I don't know how often my blog entries are going to be. I just realised today that people actually read my blog so they can keep up with me. As in, I realise today the importance of blogs. It's not something you read when you're bored ( Well, it can be...) , but you read to keep up with each others' lives. Actually, this is quite DUH! I only started a blog because I was bored during the holidays, I didn't expect people to read it. I mean, yeah it would be fun if people actually read it but I am glad some people actually read it like regularly! I thought I was the loser who read other peoples' blogs on a daily basis. Not that you all are losers but yeah... I hope you get what I mean. I am starting to confuse myself. Erm. I think this post is quite full of crap. I am just really bored! Waiting for Gilmore Girls to start now. Today's episode's gonna be quite interesting; read the headlines in the newpapers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, so anyways I was reading the New Paper today about stepfathers who abuse their step kids. Basically, it's about child abusers. And it's really scary. How can these abusers live with themselves! They have freaking left this scar on these innocent kids. And I was thinking, for girls who get molested by their fathers... how can they ever get intimate with their future boyfriends?! I mean... won't the memories and all start to creep into your head when you're being intimate or something. These people are just sick freaks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the guy who allegedly killed the two- year- old Malay girl was the step-father. Firstly, what the hell?! The girl is only 2 yrs old. What can she possibly have done to the step-father such that he'd want to kill her. When, I first heard she was missing, I thought she just got lost. Never in a million years, would I have thought that she'd get murdered! Bleagh. What is the world coming to nowadays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God help us; help them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19442273-114215713180272240?l=justanotherboredspinster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justanotherboredspinster.blogspot.com/feeds/114215713180272240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19442273&amp;postID=114215713180272240' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19442273/posts/default/114215713180272240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19442273/posts/default/114215713180272240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justanotherboredspinster.blogspot.com/2006/03/i-am-really-bored-now.html' title=''/><author><name>jenn.D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11276902110181730902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19442273.post-114205242089061642</id><published>2006-03-11T12:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-11T12:47:00.966+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I haven't blogged for a week! I miss blogging! ((: So anyways, alot of things happened this past week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll start with my life at Catholic Junior College. I am proud to say I am handling everything well. Everything's been alright so far. I mean at Innova it was totally tough because it was my first time having to make friends and all. So trying to make friends wasn't as hard but still kinda hard nonetheless. Don't get me wrong. They're all nice and everything. But... I guess I feel like an outsider invading the school. But then again, I guess it's inevitable. These people have been together for a whole 2 months and they obviously already share this special bond thing going on.  So, I guess it's kinda hard to... erm. infiltrate? Is that the right word? Erm.. ANYWAYS, however the people in my class are really nice. They really try to include all the newbies in like every activity. And they're funny too. I guess it's just me... somehow I don't know. Maybe I expected the people in my class to be like 0643A back in Innova. But that's just delusional I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the people in my new class ( 1T04) are really great! Trust me! It's just me. I just have to learn how to adapt. And be less anti-social. Previously I'd never consider myself to be anti- social. I always thought I was sociable and all. But I don't know. I think I can be pretty anti-social. But I'll adjust and be more sociable soon enough... hopefully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, orientation was fun! The mass dance was better than the one in Innova. It was reasonably easy even though I did not get half the steps but still easier and it was fun. The song was that 'Footloose' song and the second part was the bhangra. The bhangra part was fun! Haha. But my partner wasn't that enthusiastic... so it was like.. bleagh. But we had fun screwing up the whole thing though. We were completely lost and all! Funny shit. I think now everyone knows about my inability to dance and especially the inability to bloody hell co-ordinated my hands and legs! There was this part in the chorus where you have to like kick your leg and then put out your right hand... like alternate several times. AND I JUST COULD NOT GET IT!. I tell you I am a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;loser&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; man! haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, anyways we did alot of these mass dance and all, played games under the hot hot sun! Did alot of  cheering. Oh! My class is super enthusiastic about EVERYTHING! Which is good of course! ((: I really hope I'll be able to fit in soon enough!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;ANYWAYS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, I went to crash at Innova on Wednesday! Great fun! Met Angelia and had to rush to school so that we wouldn't be late. Cause if we're late we'd be busted for crashing... &lt;strong&gt;AGAIN! &lt;/strong&gt;And then I met Shreeya! Miss her loads man! Then saw Sharon, Yanni, Ee Chin, Evelyn and all! Missed them so much! Evelyn a nd Sharon were OGLS. They were super enthusiastic! Great OGLs! So, followed Shreeya where I saw and met her friends Nadiah and Fadilah! And we headed to the grandstand for the first war game! And guess what?!?! Some J2's were having PE. And one of them was shreeya's beloved Nigel.! This guy is not hot at all! I don't know if she's blind or anything. He's SHORT! He's... just.... BLEAGH.!  This guy doesn't deserve to be mentioned on my blog! Haha. So anyways, you know how I am a perfect matchmaker and I decided that ugly Nigel is not the one for her. I picked another guy for her. He's perfect for her. This guy's name is Jared! And I think he lives near me cause I used to see him at the bus stop when I went to Innova. That's how I noticed him and oh , he's a friend... a good friend of my guitarist! So that's a plus plus! ((: And he's just perfect for Shreeya! I can tell. And so I have been convincing her to consider this guy, Jared! And guess what! She is now attracted to him! And I told one of the guys in my tamil class that she likes him, while she was there. With her approval. Hopefully, he'll tell Jared and he'll start to notice her! Great plan right! Oh, I can just imagine the two of them together! ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, anyways aside from that, I saw my guitarist while I crashed at Innova. Like everywhere I went, he was there! He was like one of the first person I saw when I entered the school! Haha. Oh man! Now I sound like a freaking stalker. BUT I am not! Trust me. It's just luck! Haha. I think it's my lucky star I always wear on my hand. It brings me good luck! Anyways, my guitarist was playing the drums during the CCA Fair like after everything was finished. And let me tell you... he's damn good! But, I'd rather him play the guitar though. ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I don't have to bring my lucky sweater now everywhere I go. I just wear this star bracelet thingy in my hand so I get lucky!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I really need all the luck I can get now that proper school has started. I think it's gonna be really tough. I am really scared. I just want to clear the 'A' Levels as fast as possible! I am saying this and I haven't even really started school yet. So, anyway I was thinking and this is my aim for the 'A's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;General Paper-- A2/B3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Tamil-- D7 or better&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Project work-- At least a Band 2&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;H1 Math-- A&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;H2 History--A&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;H2 Lit--B&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;H2 Econs--B&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;This is all I ask for. This is all I need. I hope I will work hard to achieve all these grades! IT may sound totally impossible but I'll try! I just really want an A in history! Wish me luck!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;((:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;                &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19442273-114205242089061642?l=justanotherboredspinster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justanotherboredspinster.blogspot.com/feeds/114205242089061642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19442273&amp;postID=114205242089061642' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19442273/posts/default/114205242089061642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19442273/posts/default/114205242089061642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justanotherboredspinster.blogspot.com/2006/03/i-havent-blogged-for-week-i-miss.html' title=''/><author><name>jenn.D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11276902110181730902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19442273.post-114156755909259703</id><published>2006-03-05T21:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-05T22:05:59.160+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So, tomorrow school at Catholic Junior College starts. I am not sure what to expect! I hope at least my Orientation group is cool and the people are friendly and all! Or else, I'd die! I don't want the second orientation to be like my first orientation. Hated everything about it. People weren't that nice/friendly. They spoke in freaking chinese. Sometimes I wish I knew chinese man!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I sure as hell am gonna miss O643A like crap. I hope my new class is... small, just like my old class  cause it would be easier to bond. Oh man, gonna miss Innova like CRAP! I'm gonna miss everything from having the ability to wake up 0615 to leaving the house 0720, to having great classmates with an exceptional sense of humor to seeing KONG who just makes me smile ear to ear to seeing the guitarist which makes my heart do some weird flips to just everything. Gonna miss the campus, the food esp the Fishball Noodles(Dry). EVERYTHING. Never knew I would feel attached to the school but I am glad I did. I am glad I chose this subject combination because if not I wouldn't have known Mr Mahmood, my friends. I wouldn't have been happy at all. I wouldn't have seen the erm. ridiculously funny Tammy Videos courtesy of Alvin. And thanks to Ee Chin for sending it to me. If it weren't for 0643A, I wouldn't have crashed and then get caught. Basically, I wouldn't have met these wonderfull people who made my otherwise boring life much more interesting. I wouldn't have gotten closer to both Connie and Priscilla too! Thank God he places the three of us in t he same college or I wouldn't have gotten to know them better ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, I guess I just have to learn to adapt and all. I hope I adapt just fine. Right now, I hope I will remember every single moment that I spent at Innova Junior College. Well, except those when I got caught for being late and PCCG periods conducted by Miss Yeo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss Yeo... shejust annoys me. But whatever. She's not bad with her Cheongsam with too high slits for her own good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am gonna miss PE like crap. Complaining about running 8 damn rounds before PE and after the 8 rounds, we are just filled with  jubilation and a sense of accomplishment that we actually finished it. And Soccer, where I scored my first ever goal! A good one too I must say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going to school tomorrow with an open mind. Whatever that means. I will try my utmost best to have fun, to make friends. Whatever.Wish me the best of luck tomorrow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;((:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19442273-114156755909259703?l=justanotherboredspinster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justanotherboredspinster.blogspot.com/feeds/114156755909259703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19442273&amp;postID=114156755909259703' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19442273/posts/default/114156755909259703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19442273/posts/default/114156755909259703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justanotherboredspinster.blogspot.com/2006/03/so-tomorrow-school-at-catholic-junior.html' title=''/><author><name>jenn.D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11276902110181730902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19442273.post-114131178461832708</id><published>2006-03-02T21:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-03T22:18:08.296+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Jennifer Dhanaraj, Angelia King and Janice Lee are officially the worst crashers ever to exist!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So basically, we decided to crash Saint Andrew's Junior College. Keisha said thursday would be an ok crashing day so we decided to crash on that day. Met Angelia at about 0710 at Potong Pasir Mrt Station. And we just followed the crowd to the school where we eventually met Janice. So it started out alright. Then, we saw Keisha and she told us to hide in the toilet while they have their assembly. And so we did and we waited! And Janice was messaging this psychic friend of hers ( he's really psychic!! I am too lazy to type the examples now). Yeah, and he messaged her that he has a weird feeling about us today! Of course, we laughed about it and all! Damn, we should have taken his message seriously!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyways, we go to the canteen and chill out for about 2 hours plus. Ate Chicken Rice which was absolutely fabulous but the chicken was kinda gross! But the rice was good and the CHILLI was spicy!!! I LOVED THE CHILLI! If I were to go there, I think I'd eat chicken rice every damn day! So later, we just sat there talked for a bit and left for the library. And then we attempted to read for a while but we ended up talking and stuff. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we came out of the library after an hour or so and we went to the general office. Well, we were outside! BIG MISTAKE! We were contemplating on whether to take the appeal form and this teacher came out and asked us what we're doing here; why we're not in class and all and so we told her that we crashed the school and all. Then we asked her about the school, and the appealing process. She said it's gonna be kinda hard to get in since SA was our second choice but we could try. And yea, we talked and all and after that the discipline master walked past with another Indian teacher and she asked us if we wanted a lift from them! Haha, she's so nice! And so we were quite hesitant! It was scary! But, we got in the car and he was just driving. And he was talking on the phone, so we kind of didn't know how to ask him where the hell he was dropping us. But, he put down the phone and he asked where we wanted him to drop us and he was like " Chua Chu Kang? Johor Bahru?" haha. Then angelia just said anywhere which is convenient and he said, " Fine, I'll drop you at JB." lol. so I just told him to drop us at some bus-stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall, it was a weird day man! I mean who gets caught for crashing?!?! Haha, but it didn't turn out to be so bad. It was funny! And we had lunch at the KFC at J8! The whole bloody place was filled with RI guys man! It's like white everywhere!And I felt dumb man! I was thinking, these people probably got likt 260-odd for their PSLE! How is that even possible? Bleagh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19442273-114131178461832708?l=justanotherboredspinster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justanotherboredspinster.blogspot.com/feeds/114131178461832708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19442273&amp;postID=114131178461832708' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19442273/posts/default/114131178461832708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19442273/posts/default/114131178461832708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justanotherboredspinster.blogspot.com/2006/03/jennifer-dhanaraj-angelia-king-and.html' title=''/><author><name>jenn.D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11276902110181730902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19442273.post-114113169121615797</id><published>2006-02-28T20:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-28T23:19:29.466+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>For some reason I love tuesdays. Maybe it's because dreadful Monday is over which means the physical conditioning part of our P.E. is over. Man, I hate Monday PE. It's so bleagh. Didn't go for PE yesterday though, was feeling lazy and a bit... uneasy. Haha. I can't wait for thursday! Soccer again! I want to score another goal. It's better than sex! Not that I have had sex before BUT everyone's like comparing every other thing to sex now! Haha. So, yeah whatever. I just hope I don't fall again! My leg's even uglier than usual! The whole skin from my ankle just got peeled off! It was disgusting! But, nevertheless I still cannot wait for PE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, skipped tamil today. First time skipping tamil. The translators skipped tamil too so I figured that there's no use going for tamil because he's not going to understand a word the both (Shreeya and Me) say. So, no tamil. Maybe that's why I am feeling extra happy today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, instead of going for tamil we just talked crap and like rated the guys in our school. Only one person in our school got a perfect 10! That was from me; the guitarist got a perfect 10! Haha, they said it was not counted since it's only based on erm... looks. But whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And today MELISSA YEO BI NING crashed school! Haha, I was damn shocked. And she hasn't changed one bit! Haha, disturbing me about the same things! haha but i miss her disturbing me! Haha , she's one retarded kid man! haha. It was really great to see her!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea, so I was going home and then  I saw... Faizal. Haha. Haven't seen him in a year! Didn't know what to say to him! Havent talked to him in a while too! It was really awkward, but I handled the thing pretty well. Was proud of myself! So, after this awkward situation I was thinking about the past. Like my secondary 2 days and all. And I realised I have changed so much. For the better that is. I really have come a long way. I mean I wasn't uncontrollable or anything during sec2. It was just I didn't even know myself. I now have full control of myself, I know myself pretty well, and most importantly my relationship with my family is really good! They trust me! And.. of course my results is proof of this change I went through. I am thankful that I went to 3/7! I just love that class so damn much.!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, yesterday I went over to Mediacorp at Andrew Road to collect some stuff. And omg, you have to walk up like this huge hill thing. But, we took cab so it wasn't that bad BUT I had to walk down! My legs were going to fall off! But, as we walked down, I saw all this beautiful big mansion like houses. Actually, I think they were mansions. I took pictures of some of them. They were great and they have like 2-3 cars and all!. AAhhhh. Haha, I think these pictures are gonna be  my motivation for me to work my ass off!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways,I'm gonna miss 0643A so damn much!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;SHARON THANKS SO MUCH FOR THE DEDICATION! WILL MISS YOU SO MUCH. LOVE YOU!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19442273-114113169121615797?l=justanotherboredspinster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justanotherboredspinster.blogspot.com/feeds/114113169121615797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19442273&amp;postID=114113169121615797' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19442273/posts/default/114113169121615797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19442273/posts/default/114113169121615797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justanotherboredspinster.blogspot.com/2006/02/for-some-reason-i-love-tuesdays.html' title=''/><author><name>jenn.D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11276902110181730902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19442273.post-114061975837382462</id><published>2006-02-22T22:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-25T15:36:47.933+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Went for the thanksgiving mass at IJ TP on Wednesday. Was at 0745 I think but we reached there at like 0805. Got there just in time for the homily but still missed like 1/4 of it. Everyone was just laughing their heads off but I didn't understand Father Simon. So I was just like... bleagh. Yeah, and I was so annoyed at Miss Shanthi! She was like deliberately looking for people with like problem with their dressing! And she bought extra t-shirts and ask the problem girls to wear those t-shirts. What the hell. And some of those problem girls didn't really have a ...problem with their dressing. It was not revealing at all just a simple t-shirt. Like Nat Ho, she was wearing a black t-shirt and black tapered pants and she was asked to change into a white shirt. Maybe she looked too ... gothic? haha or something. But still, it was not like she had heavy eyeliner and whatever. But ok maybe I except that black is not really a church-ish colour but there were others with yellow t-shirts and all getting caught and were forced to wear oversized white t-shirts. Seriously, I cannot and couldn't find anything wrong with yellow giordano-like t-shirts!Bleagh. But anyways, after that went to Burger King with Keisha and Angelina and talked for l ike 3 hours plus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn, I realised I have been spending alot of money lately on... food. I am going to get like fatter! I was supposed to save 80 bucks but ended up saving about 50 bucks I think. Every week I eat at like some high-maintenance place like Pasta Mania yesterday, and Mos Burger the day before! Well, at least I get to spend time with friends. Gonna miss all of them like crap once I leave Innova! And I won't get to see my guitarist anymore. Oh man! Haha. :(  Sigh. But I have a feeling that by the end of the week, I won't like him anymore! Damn! That is if more people tell me stuff about him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I was talking to a friend last night and he freaking changed so much... for the worst! But, I am not really in a position to say anything because I am not close to him at all. But I've known him for a couple of years, maybe 2-3 years. I wanted to tell him that I am not comfortable with whatever he's doing but then I felt I am in no position to say that simply because I am not close. And yet, I call him my friend. If he really was my friend, I would have discouraged whatever the hell he 's doing. But me, being the worst friend in the world acted like as though what he was doing was cool! I fucking hate myself! I am most probably the worst friend in the world.!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, the whole of last night I felt guilty for not telling him what he was doing was just wrong. I hate his fucking friends for introducing him to all this shit. I wish I could just rewind the night! I just wished he stayed there dammit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bleagh. Whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just wished everything had turned out alright between them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19442273-114061975837382462?l=justanotherboredspinster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justanotherboredspinster.blogspot.com/feeds/114061975837382462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19442273&amp;postID=114061975837382462' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19442273/posts/default/114061975837382462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19442273/posts/default/114061975837382462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justanotherboredspinster.blogspot.com/2006/02/went-for-thanksgiving-mass-at-ij-tp-on.html' title=''/><author><name>jenn.D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11276902110181730902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19442273.post-114052601579916733</id><published>2006-02-21T19:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-21T20:46:55.863+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today was a weird day. Yeah. It was Alvin's last day. He's gonna go to ACS(I). Will really miss him. He's funny, retarded, sweet, nice and he is a true christian with the right moral values and everything. OH and he loves indie music((: He is always sharing his music with me! Thanks so much ALVIN! I am going to miss you like shit! Everyone's gonna miss you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Sharon, hope you'll feel better alright. I know you know that things are going to change but it's inevitable. Just try to make the best out  of whatever time you spent with him alright?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, yesterday me, Yanni, Shelly, Angelia, Sharon and Zaki went to pizza hut yesterday and yeah we talked... alot! Yeah, it was like a scary eye-opener actually! It's like there is politics in JC. Or rather a scene out of the movie 'Mean Girls'. These are the few things I've learnt while eating at pizza hut yesterday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Never ever hang out with the popular kids.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Keep a low profile.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Do not join dance or cheerleading; that's where all the popular kids belong to&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Keep a low profile&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;If you do hang out with the popular kids and you have some kind of fallout. You keep a low profile. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;HANG OUT WITH YOUR CLASSMATES!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;Your classmates will always be there for you! No matter what! Just stick together as a class alright! Haha. Talking about classes and all, I totally love 0643A! You people just totally rock!Everyone of you has your own scandal man! Haha. And yes! My recent blog entry on my dream guys has sparked some controversy in class! And I'd like to say that RH is totally the wrong person man! Sharon, he's all yours! haha. Out of all the scandals in class, I think Ibrahim's and Yanni's got the most potential! Totally!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Yeah, anyways going to school today was super slack-ish! We had no lit tutorials,no history tutorials, no civics, GP we had but could go to the library yeah so basicaaly the only real lesson was Tamil.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And oh my god, tamil is simply annoying! I hate him and I think he's starting to hate me too. I'm always talking to shreeya(small child). Yeah, I feel almost guilty that I'm going to leave her alone in tamil class if I go to CJ. And you can't hope for a different tamil teacher because he's the only freaking tamil teacher in the entire school! He's so annoying and I don't learn anything. I mean in secondary school I learnt something! He just talks rubbish; irrelevant stuff! And if the translators weren't in our group, I swear I'd just die! Haha, they basically translate everything we say because the teacher doesn't understand anything we say be it english or tamil.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I hate tamil.!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oh yes, I also heard that the guitarist... well he's not attached! Haha. I don't think it's true but whatever. I heard alot of things about him today and about how he hurt himself and all! It totally turned me off. I am starting to like him less and less! Im so fickle-minded. But it's just that, I had painted this perfect picture of him and like I find out everyday that he's not as perfect as I think he is. I mean nobody's perfect but I don't know...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sigh. ((:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19442273-114052601579916733?l=justanotherboredspinster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justanotherboredspinster.blogspot.com/feeds/114052601579916733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19442273&amp;postID=114052601579916733' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19442273/posts/default/114052601579916733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19442273/posts/default/114052601579916733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justanotherboredspinster.blogspot.com/2006/02/today-was-weird-day.html' title=''/><author><name>jenn.D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11276902110181730902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19442273.post-114036188913587276</id><published>2006-02-19T22:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-20T21:37:46.813+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This song has been stuck in my head since HE sang the song at the concert.! I used to listen to this song quite a bit until I forgot that this song ever existed! But it's a wow song!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;You by Bad Religion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a place where everyone can be happy&lt;br /&gt;It's the most beautiful place in the whole fucking world&lt;br /&gt;It's made of candy canes and planes and bright red choo choo trains&lt;br /&gt;And the meanest little boys and the most innocent little girls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you know I wish that I could go there&lt;br /&gt;It's a road that I have not found&lt;br /&gt;And I wish you the best of luck dear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause there's not time for fighting and fussing my friend&lt;br /&gt;But baby I'm amazed by the hate that you can send&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And YOU painted my entire world&lt;br /&gt;But I don't have the turpentine to clean what you have soiled&lt;br /&gt;And I won't forget it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a place where everyone can be right&lt;br /&gt;Even though you remain determined to be opposed&lt;br /&gt;Admittance requires no qualifications&lt;br /&gt;It's where everyone has been and everybody goes&lt;br /&gt;So please try not to be impatient&lt;br /&gt;For we all hate standing in line&lt;br /&gt;And when the farm is good and bought&lt;br /&gt;You'll be there without a thought&lt;br /&gt;And eternity my friends, is a long fucking time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19442273-114036188913587276?l=justanotherboredspinster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justanotherboredspinster.blogspot.com/feeds/114036188913587276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19442273&amp;postID=114036188913587276' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19442273/posts/default/114036188913587276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19442273/posts/default/114036188913587276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justanotherboredspinster.blogspot.com/2006/02/this-song-has-been-stuck-in-my-head.html' title=''/><author><name>jenn.D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11276902110181730902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19442273.post-114033097184915653</id><published>2006-02-19T13:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-19T14:55:29.490+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Damn. I didn't go to church again today. Have been feeling lazy and aimless for the past couple of days. The whole choosing of JCs and all has got me thinking about my future. And I just cannot visualise myself after the 'A' levels. I just cannot see myself in a university! My whole life I've just been saying to myself then I'll find out what I am interested in after my 'O' Levels. But it's just not happening. I feel so damn lost. I am pretty sure I want to go to the arts faculty but... my parents are worried that there are not many career prospects. I don't even know what I want to do. I have some kind of idea but just not very sure. Actually, I don't know. Maybe I do know what I want to do. Sigh. I thought things were supposed to get better after the results are out. But what the hell. I've still got 2 years to think about what I want to do. That's a huge advantage of going to JC. Other than that, school's ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of the people in my class are not staying. Yeah, gonna miss them! haha. Anyways, LOVE UNDER THE STARS WAS GREAT! It's a concert put up by The Musicians' Club from Innova JC at LT1. I thought it was weird that they played at the LT; it's so... restricted! But nevertheless, it was wondeful! Oh my God! I get chills thinking about it. They are all so damn talented! I got oddly jealous at one point when they introduced the parents of this talented Indian drummer to everyone. And, you could just see the pride on their faces. They were so damn proud of him! My parents have never ever looked at me like that before. I was so jealous! I felt useless! But he was really good. Played in the same band as the GUITARIST FROM THE CCA FAIR. haha. The guitarist was great! I almost died of orgasm! It was like wow! I was so happy he didn't lose his talent after cutting his hair! Yeah, he was great!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND SHARON DID GOOD TOO! YOU WERE BEAUTIFUL AND SOUNDED GREAT AND YOUR DEDICATION TO ALVIN WAS BEAUTIFUL TOO ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT, he just got attached to a girl on Valentines' Day. Damn. But the girl is nice, talked to her a few times before. It was saddening to find that out. Sigh. But, I can still admire him from afar; not like I was gonna take any action. lol. Yeah, my friend told me what he did for his girl on V'day and I could just melt and die. And the girl wasn't even me. He wrote a poem and sang a song or something along those lines. Sweet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think I'll ever experience anything like that in my lifetime man! If ever a guy proposes to me( HOPEFULLY) , I think he'll do the singaporean thing and ask me if I want to apply for HDB flat! Damn. I AM A LOSER!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, after the concert ended went out for dinner/supper with Shreeya, Nadia and Michelle. I had Mee goreng, which was delicious!!Yep, after that we headed for the interchange! Then I got to my berth or whatever you call it. Then like a really bad nightmare, the guiutarist was there with his girl! I mean like, you have a good time talking to your friends totally forgetting that the first guy you've liked in so many damn years is attached just appears there WITH HIS GIRL! Why the hell did I have to turn my head around or else I wouldn't have seen them! Bleagh. It's so nightmare-ish! Damn. So I concentrated on the music blasting in my ears thanks to my mp3 player. If it wasn't for the music, I would have just died! Their bus came before mine, so all was good. Didn't look at them at all, was very tempted to but I didn't give in! ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh. But everything's good now. I am not overly affected actually unfortunately. I think I've got a heart of stone. Damn.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19442273-114033097184915653?l=justanotherboredspinster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justanotherboredspinster.blogspot.com/feeds/114033097184915653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19442273&amp;postID=114033097184915653' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19442273/posts/default/114033097184915653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19442273/posts/default/114033097184915653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justanotherboredspinster.blogspot.com/2006/02/damn.html' title=''/><author><name>jenn.D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11276902110181730902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19442273.post-114009713370612114</id><published>2006-02-16T20:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-16T21:46:32.706+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My phone is in its normal state now! It's not possessed anymore! Oh, the happiness that caused me. I just did the routine check, after I took my shower and I saw my Nightmare Before Christmas wallpaper! I was so happy! I hope it doesn't go back to being possessed anytime soon! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I think my sisters are growing up too fast! The one in sec 1 got introduced to the very complicated world of boys. Damn. She has started talking to this guy from SJI. Sec 3. Haha. SJI's not bad. But I find him quite annoying. lol. I don't know why. I just didn't think she would start talking to guys so fast. Who am I kidding huh? Now girls are starting to have boyfriends at the age of like 11 and all. She's 13 and all the raging hormones are starting to take actions. Well, I'm just glad that she has someone to talk to (me). It's so cool being the youngest! You get like someone to talk to about stuff. But I ain't that experienced but I'll try.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, Valentine's Day just passed and all. And I was thinking about my other half. Well, if I had one, what he would be like you know. I couldn't sleep at night so I came up with a list of qualities/points that my future ... partner would have. If I have one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Must be a musician( Any instrument's fine but preferably piano or guitar)&lt;br /&gt;-Must play with passion, feelings,emotions etc. (cannot be a dumbass blockhead)&lt;br /&gt;-Preferable not good looking&lt;br /&gt;-Medium Built&lt;br /&gt;-Must be able to write beautifully&lt;br /&gt;-Preferably an arts student&lt;br /&gt;-Aware of political situations around the world/interested in current affairs&lt;br /&gt;-Must have a goal in life&lt;br /&gt;-Must be inspiring&lt;br /&gt;-Must be sensitive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep. That's about it. OH YES! Let's say I like this guy, and he somehow finds out. He cannot tell his friends! NO WAY! Keep it to yourself man! haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, if any of you find guys you think I'd like, introduce him (or her) to me in a few years' time when I've forgotten about the strange guitarist. Haha. Preferably HIM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But for now I'd just admire my strange guitarist from far. I'm perfectly satisfied. haha ((:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19442273-114009713370612114?l=justanotherboredspinster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justanotherboredspinster.blogspot.com/feeds/114009713370612114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19442273&amp;postID=114009713370612114' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19442273/posts/default/114009713370612114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19442273/posts/default/114009713370612114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justanotherboredspinster.blogspot.com/2006/02/my-phone-is-in-its-normal-state-now.html' title=''/><author><name>jenn.D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11276902110181730902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19442273.post-113983932626424904</id><published>2006-02-13T21:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-14T19:25:16.120+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Argh. My freaking phone is possessed! I feel like dying now! Damn, this sucks! I can't read messages at all because the screen is like a blank. I only can recieve calls. This possession of my phone started on Saturday, but it went back to normal on Sunday morning then went back to being possessed on Sunday night and has been the same ever since.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This sucks! I can't read my messages! What if there's something important?! Don't think so but damn. I keep seeing the message icon on the front screen and I feel so damn helpless! Argh. Frustration. Anyways MrMahmood called me just now( he's my form teacher at Innova JC) and asked if I was staying at IJC. I said no, and he asked me for reasons for why I ain't staying. I figured then that it was just another ploy for them to convince us to stay. You know, like teachers actually bother to call up-- Caring teachers? Haha. I don't know. But I convinced him, I wouldn't be right for Innova and he hung up. I don't even think he likes Innova all that much. I mean during civics lessons, he 's always dissing the material that the school gives him. It's so damn propaganda-ish. Seriously! But whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so worried about my phone. Bleagh. It's only 2 months old. I should have just bought nokia phone. Damn LG. They're only good for washing machines and dryers. I make bad judgements! My dad told me to just stick to a nokia. But I wanted something different; I wanted to be different. And look how everything turned out. Argh. Ok I have to chill. There's still a slight slim chance that it may return back to normal! Until then, I am just gonna continue praying to God.&lt;br /&gt;Oh damn, what has become of me? I am now praying to God about something so materialistic. Shit. But I guess handphone's kind of a neccesity now right? I cannot imagine myself without handphone! Sometimes I can though, like when my mom keeps calling me if I am not back home. But other than that, a handphone is really a neccesity!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad just came in and said that he's gonna follow me to SAJC to appeal once the postings are out. I still don't think I can get in though. But this is the first time, my dad is so involved in my life! He's smiling more ((: and yea we talk more! I feel everything is going to be better now because I did good and he is satisfied. Come to think about it, the thing that got us off-track was my PSLE results. Disappointment. After that we just... disconnected.(?) Sigh. But everything's better for now, until I tell him about my handphone. He's gonna be so damn pissed. 298 bucks! Sigh. Hopefully it will work by tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow's Valentines' day. No date but I've got dateS. Haha. With friends. Can't wait!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19442273-113983932626424904?l=justanotherboredspinster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justanotherboredspinster.blogspot.com/feeds/113983932626424904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19442273&amp;postID=113983932626424904' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19442273/posts/default/113983932626424904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19442273/posts/default/113983932626424904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justanotherboredspinster.blogspot.com/2006/02/argh.html' title=''/><author><name>jenn.D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11276902110181730902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19442273.post-113963471364633205</id><published>2006-02-11T12:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-11T13:13:21.166+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's a great day today. Everything is over. Well that part of my secondary school life at least. Glad to say that I got 13 points for the 'O's. Really happy but was disappointed with my accounts;B3. Damn. But Science! Never got pass a C5 for science and got an A2. And combined humans. Who would have thought that a person who studied 2 chapters for Social studies of which none came out would get A1? Haha, I guess my history pulled up my combined humans. All I have to say is &lt;strong&gt;Thank YOU So much Mr Ng! &lt;/strong&gt;I know I would never have achieved this grade if it wasn't for Mr Ng. Yea. All is good now. Parents are really happy! Especially Mom. She's ecstatic! She bought for me Ferrero Roche! Lol. Plus she's gonna transfer 100 bucks to my account!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To reward myself, I think Im gonna get a 20 GB Creative Zen... eventually! I just don't want to spend all my savings on one thing then regret. So I am going to think it over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another issue I have to think about is JAE. I don't know if I should try for SAJC. But will just try. I am 90% sure I won't get it. But just try. Will probably get into CJC. Well, hopefully. My mom's asking me to put Anderson as my third choice but erm. I've never even considered Anderson. It's a good JC but I don't think I wanna go there. My mom is so happy for my science that she wants me to consider sciemce stream! LOL. I hate science and will never do well in it. But I think if I go to CJC, then I won't be able to take lit. Then Im stuck. I will have to take science! Then, I can't even imagine what my life would be like. But if I take lit, then I don't know if I can cope.And I know I cannot take geog because I hate geog and I cannot do geog. Damn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am stuck! I guess I'll work super damn hard during lit. So scared.! I mean CJ is like one of the best schools in Arts Stream. Ok, I WILL work hard as hell. Bleagh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways that aside, I am proud of every single one of my friends. They did well! Yay! It's a happy day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19442273-113963471364633205?l=justanotherboredspinster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justanotherboredspinster.blogspot.com/feeds/113963471364633205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19442273&amp;postID=113963471364633205' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19442273/posts/default/113963471364633205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19442273/posts/default/113963471364633205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justanotherboredspinster.blogspot.com/2006/02/its-great-day-today.html' title=''/><author><name>jenn.D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11276902110181730902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19442273.post-113940914975752423</id><published>2006-02-08T21:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-08T22:33:27.816+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>School was retardedly retarded. Don't know why. We had economics lecture, where of course I fell asleep. Then I had economics tutorials and we had a pop quiz. But the teacher let us have 15 mins to ourselves to revise. And for the first time, in 4-5 weeks, I actually read and understood economics. Until now, I have not paid attention to any economics lecture and so I didn't know anything about economics until today when I was somewhat forced to read up. And I found, it is actually quite interesting. But, I don't think this newfound interest in econs is going to help me pay attention because the teacher is super boring! I think I might have to attend economics supplementary lessons after the first 3 months! Damn.But I have to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I was thinking about my future. Let's say I go to a JC, take my 'A' Levels and get crappy results. I am basically stuck.No where to go unless I go to the poly. And the thought of working really hard just puts me off. But I know I have to work hard. I have to. Sigh. My mom suddenly developed an interest for poly education. She was look at some poly stuff. She said she wouldn't mind if I did something related to IT. There are exciting career prospects or something. But I am not interested at all, wha the hell do you do in IT courses. Sounds freaking boring. But then again, I am not really interested in anything. ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, bought tickets for the V-day Concert at IJ. Love under the stars. That's what it's called. I am so excited. I get to see &lt;strong&gt;Strange Guitarist At The CCA Fair&lt;/strong&gt; in action. Haha. I hope he still can play. Why the hell did he have to cute his hair. But I he should be able to play. I am freaking out for nothing. That story in the bible about him losing his talent happened quite a while back. Haha. Bleagh. Yep, just cannot wait!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But in order for next friday to come, I have to pass friday. shit. I am so damn nervous. My friend told me she read a blog of a girl who has a cousin who is in some JAE thingy and he said that everyone in general did pretty badly for the 'O's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, listening to so cool music now. A friend from class, Alvin introduced a couple of bands.! He's got taste but he doesn't like CoheedAndCambria. Damn. He says they don't make music! Bleagh. BUT, he showed me a band on the purevolume site. It's a local band called Surreal Singapore. Yep, their songs are damn cool. Well, I've only heard 3 songs. But they're great! Oh and yes, I finally got a purevolume listeners' account. Haha. It' s better, I have everything on my profile now instead of having to search for the bands. Yay. But I still waiting to receive the username and password which is taking so damn long. But it's worth the wait! Damn, purevolume's screwed up now. Shit. Apparently, there's some problem connecting to the database.Whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha. Oh yea, took a couple of pictures with class. Great fun. I think we'll probably have some kind of class outing on monday night. Yep. Sigh, valentine's day is coming. Will be heading off to Sembawang beach. Exciting shit. Can't wait.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19442273-113940914975752423?l=justanotherboredspinster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justanotherboredspinster.blogspot.com/feeds/113940914975752423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19442273&amp;postID=113940914975752423' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19442273/posts/default/113940914975752423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19442273/posts/default/113940914975752423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justanotherboredspinster.blogspot.com/2006/02/school-was-retardedly-retarded.html' title=''/><author><name>jenn.D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11276902110181730902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19442273.post-113932339904360627</id><published>2006-02-07T20:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-08T21:38:36.730+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;4 Jobs You Have Had In Your Life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Class Chairperson&lt;br /&gt;- Band Section Leader&lt;br /&gt;- TL Rep at IJC&lt;br /&gt;- Lazy Ass&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4 Movies You Could Watch Over And Over&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Hot Chick&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- The Breakfast Club&lt;br /&gt;- The Phantom Of the opera&lt;br /&gt;- The Interpreter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;4 TV Shows You Love(d)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- One Tree Hill&lt;br /&gt;- Desperate Housewives&lt;br /&gt;- Lost&lt;br /&gt;- Gilmore Girls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;4 Places You Have Been On Vacation To&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- India&lt;br /&gt;- Malaysia&lt;br /&gt;- Indonesia&lt;br /&gt;- Sentosa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4 Places You Would Rather Be&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- At School in IJ Sec Tp&lt;br /&gt;- With Friends&lt;br /&gt;- Sleeping on my bed&lt;br /&gt;- Working Somewhere earning money&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4 Of Your Favourite Foods&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Chicken Rice&lt;br /&gt;- Fishball Noodles (Dry)&lt;br /&gt;- Instant Noodles&lt;br /&gt;- Mee Goreng&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;4 Websites You Visit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;a href="http://www.purevolume.com"&gt;Purevolume&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;a href="http://www.friendster.com/user.php?uid=3268722"&gt;Friendster&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com"&gt; Blogger&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;a href="http://www.google.com"&gt;Google&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19442273-113932339904360627?l=justanotherboredspinster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justanotherboredspinster.blogspot.com/feeds/113932339904360627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19442273&amp;postID=113932339904360627' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19442273/posts/default/113932339904360627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19442273/posts/default/113932339904360627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justanotherboredspinster.blogspot.com/2006/02/4-jobs-you-have-had-in-your-life-class.html' title=''/><author><name>jenn.D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11276902110181730902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19442273.post-113923616858703989</id><published>2006-02-06T21:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-06T22:29:32.260+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sigh. Results are out on friday. 4 days time. Damn it. I am so scared. My dad is quite confident I think. He is sure that I'll make it into a JC. But what if I don't? Damn. I hate this. I just want to get it over and done with it. I am so scared&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other day, saturday I dreamt that I had freaking 26 points! What the hell. The disappointment on my parents' faces was like... omg. And this dream felt so damn real! When I woke up, I was so freaking relieved then said a quick prayer to thank God that it was a dream. Next morning, I started crying when both my parents started talking about the results. Both thought I was mad obviously. But yea, I was so scared!  I hate freaking nightmares. I hate sleeping!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think I will be able to get SAJC but whatever. I think any JC should be fine. But I won't be able to school with Keisha then. Bleagh. However, I am okay with Innova if I get 15 points and above. My mom's pretty impressed with the school after the parents' session and everything. So yea. I mean the teachers are great. My class is great and all. I wouldn't mind staying there. I just don't want to go through orientataion. Maybe I'll be the OGL. Would be fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha. Bleagh. That's if I stay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn. I am so scared. 26 points. Scary dream man. Will never forget that one and... the dog one.Ever since the dog nightmare, scary dogs have been appearing everywhere! The next day was an article on the front page. About dogs. Headline was 'Cute but &lt;strong&gt;DEADLY&lt;/strong&gt;'. Freaky shit man. Then today, was watching the face transplant news conference and they said about how her face was destroyed. Yep. Dog ripped off her face. Well part of it. Don't know the whole story. Apparently she was sleeping, dog trying to wake her up so maybe there's a chance that it was to wake her up to warn her of something. BUT it still did rip off half her face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dogs are so scary!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19442273-113923616858703989?l=justanotherboredspinster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justanotherboredspinster.blogspot.com/feeds/113923616858703989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19442273&amp;postID=113923616858703989' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19442273/posts/default/113923616858703989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19442273/posts/default/113923616858703989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justanotherboredspinster.blogspot.com/2006/02/sigh.html' title=''/><author><name>jenn.D</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11276902110181730902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
