<?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-9733218</id><updated>2011-04-22T08:25:10.769+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a rush when i'm plugged into you</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strictmachine-.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9733218/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strictmachine-.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9733218/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>natal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00968804569589850977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>320</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9733218.post-115236487350209852</id><published>2006-07-08T21:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-08T21:21:13.516+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Music: KC Accidental - Broken Social Scene&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't been here for ages, and I reckon that no one really visits this place anymore. If you do, tag okay? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Mid Years ended and I don't have a very good feeling about this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, the sole purpose of this post is to tell everyone that I have officially &lt;a href="http://_ochre.livejournal.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;MOVED&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; somewhere else. This place will no longer be used as often.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9733218-115236487350209852?l=strictmachine-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9733218/posts/default/115236487350209852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9733218/posts/default/115236487350209852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strictmachine-.blogspot.com/2006/07/music-kc-accidental-broken-social.html' title=''/><author><name>natal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00968804569589850977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9733218.post-114982532508280862</id><published>2006-06-09T11:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-09T11:55:25.096+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Mediacorp is grrreat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. World Cup teaser advertisment: Placebo - Taste in Men (TASTE IN MEN OKAY!)&lt;br /&gt;2. True Files Trailer: Bjork - Play Dead&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9733218-114982532508280862?l=strictmachine-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9733218/posts/default/114982532508280862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9733218/posts/default/114982532508280862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strictmachine-.blogspot.com/2006/06/mediacorp-is-grrreat.html' title=''/><author><name>natal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00968804569589850977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9733218.post-114891738410342854</id><published>2006-05-29T23:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-30T23:08:45.610+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Remember the obscure music that I &lt;s&gt;see&lt;/s&gt; hear on television?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, recently, because I've been able to watch television, I was so excited that I heard like 3 in a go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Some Taiwanese food show trailer - "Symphony No. 25 in G Minor" by Mozart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Superband (lol) trailer - "Cico Buff" by Cocteau Twins (I've heard this a MILLION times, and I straightaway knew it was Cocteau Twins because well, Elizabeth's Frazer's voice is so distinctive. I went to search the albums, and I found it. :D)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Project Runway trailer - "Finding Out True Love is Blind" by Louis XIV&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9733218-114891738410342854?l=strictmachine-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9733218/posts/default/114891738410342854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9733218/posts/default/114891738410342854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strictmachine-.blogspot.com/2006/05/remember-obscure-music-that-i-see-hear.html' title=''/><author><name>natal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00968804569589850977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9733218.post-114872287545993276</id><published>2006-05-27T17:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-27T17:41:15.480+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Music: Ways and Means - Snow Patrol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0376994/"&gt;X Men: The Last Stand&lt;/a&gt; today. Just to tell you, remember to stay at the end of the credits to watch something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't think it was worth $9.50. Bring Singer back! *grumbles*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a funnier note, you know the &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Omahyra_Mota"&gt;actress&lt;/a&gt; that plays &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Arclight_%28comics%29"&gt;Arclight&lt;/a&gt; (that shockwave woman)? She gave Shane and I convulsions in the cinema.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9733218-114872287545993276?l=strictmachine-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9733218/posts/default/114872287545993276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9733218/posts/default/114872287545993276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strictmachine-.blogspot.com/2006/05/music-ways-and-means-snow-patrol-i.html' title=''/><author><name>natal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00968804569589850977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9733218.post-114813987421937512</id><published>2006-05-20T23:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-20T23:47:42.056+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Music: How To Be Dead - Snow Patrol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh god, Gael Garcia Bernal is in &lt;a href="http://www.apple.com/trailers/thinkfilm/theking/trailer/"&gt;The King&lt;/a&gt;. If you don't know who he is, he is the hottie from &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0318462/"&gt;The Motorcycle Diaries&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0275491/"&gt;Bad Education&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I will go rent that when the holidays come.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9733218-114813987421937512?l=strictmachine-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9733218/posts/default/114813987421937512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9733218/posts/default/114813987421937512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strictmachine-.blogspot.com/2006/05/music-how-to-be-dead-snow-patrol-oh.html' title=''/><author><name>natal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00968804569589850977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9733218.post-114749493612226241</id><published>2006-05-13T12:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-13T12:35:36.156+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Music: Slippage - Goldfrapp&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stolen from Squishy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Four jobs I've had&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Babysitting Andrew (?)&lt;br /&gt;- Tending the shop for Mama&lt;br /&gt;- Do free sai-kang for LTC&lt;br /&gt;- At Citibank doing something&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Four movies I can watch over and over &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Gattaca&lt;br /&gt;- Amadeus&lt;br /&gt;- Battle Royale&lt;br /&gt;- Moulin Rouge!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Four places I've lived&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;- Tampines&lt;br /&gt;- Aljunied&lt;br /&gt;- Pasir Ris&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Four TV shows I love&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I don't watch TV that much&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Four places I've vacationed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;- Australia; Gold Coast Surfer's Paradise&lt;br /&gt;- Thailand; Bangkok&lt;br /&gt;- Malaysia; JB, KL, Penang, Melaka, Port Dickson&lt;br /&gt;- uhm, Sentosa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Four of my favorite tidbits&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;- POCKY!! CHOCOLATE&lt;br /&gt;- Hello Panda&lt;br /&gt;- Tuckshop aunty's 'bagadel'&lt;br /&gt;- Ruffles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Four Sites I visit daily&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;- Livejournal&lt;br /&gt;- CNN (I try to)&lt;br /&gt;- I-am-bored&lt;br /&gt;- SRJC (i try not to)&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Four places I’d rather be right now&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Australia (I'm sure blahzer would to)&lt;br /&gt;- Out at Orchard eating those mmm doughnuts&lt;br /&gt;- Japan eating sushi&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9733218-114749493612226241?l=strictmachine-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9733218/posts/default/114749493612226241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9733218/posts/default/114749493612226241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strictmachine-.blogspot.com/2006/05/music-slippage-goldfrapp-stolen-from.html' title=''/><author><name>natal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00968804569589850977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9733218.post-114666209739400453</id><published>2006-05-03T21:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-03T21:14:57.410+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Music: O Verona - Craig Armstrong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Current grades are E and C.  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I FINALLY PASSED MY ECONS PAPER. &lt;/span&gt;It wasn't a pass really. I failed my MCQ by a mark, and failed my essay by half a mark? But they pushed me up to an E because I was really close, or so Mrs. Sim says. I improved by 26%. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got a C for history. Not too bad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9733218-114666209739400453?l=strictmachine-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9733218/posts/default/114666209739400453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9733218/posts/default/114666209739400453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strictmachine-.blogspot.com/2006/05/music-o-verona-craig-armstrong-current.html' title=''/><author><name>natal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00968804569589850977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9733218.post-114632149655016424</id><published>2006-04-29T22:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-29T22:38:16.570+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Music: The Departure - Michael Nyman&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wahlaoeh, I'm so damn lazy. All I did today was to read my Lit text.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9733218-114632149655016424?l=strictmachine-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9733218/posts/default/114632149655016424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9733218/posts/default/114632149655016424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strictmachine-.blogspot.com/2006/04/music-departure-michael-nyman-wahlaoeh.html' title=''/><author><name>natal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00968804569589850977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9733218.post-114614061366833929</id><published>2006-04-27T19:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-27T20:23:33.696+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I don't like going to school and pretending to be the happiest girl ever. I don't like to be your responsible girl. I don't like to be the one that's obliging towards everyone. I don'y want to be accomodating. I just want my old self back. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9733218-114614061366833929?l=strictmachine-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9733218/posts/default/114614061366833929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9733218/posts/default/114614061366833929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strictmachine-.blogspot.com/2006/04/i-dont-like-going-to-school-and.html' title=''/><author><name>natal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00968804569589850977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9733218.post-114550988572557611</id><published>2006-04-20T12:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-20T13:11:25.750+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Music: Do You Realise?? - The Flaming Lips&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope that 7 page King Lear essay I wrote will make up for that pathetic page long of Great Expectations. Yeah, I channelled all my energy into King Lear because I know nuts about Great Expectations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And hello, it's been nearly 2 weeks since I last updated. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Total Songs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;858&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Space taken&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.92 GB (Quite pathetic, I know)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sort By Artiste&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First: Air&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Not counting numbers: 30 Seconds To Mars&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last: Zhang Ziyi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sort by Song Title&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First: Andrea Evercherri - A Eme O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Not counting numbers: Shigeru Umebayashi - 2046 Main Theme&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last: David Bowie - Ziggy Stardust&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sort by Time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First: Shigeru Umebayashi - Interlude I (0:38)&lt;br /&gt;Last:  Godspeed You! Black Emperor - Providence (29:02)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sort by Album&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First: The Dresden Dolls - A Is For Accident&lt;br /&gt;Not counting numbers: Sigur Rós - ( )&lt;br /&gt;Last: Broken Social Scene - You Forgot It In People&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Top 5 Albums with the most tracks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Flunk -&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Morning Star&lt;/span&gt; &amp; Placebo - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Meds&lt;/span&gt;(13)&lt;br /&gt;2. Placebo - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sleeping With Ghosts&lt;/span&gt;, Portishead - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dummy&lt;/span&gt;, Cat Power - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Covers Record&lt;/span&gt; (12)&lt;br /&gt;3. Imogen Heap - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Speak For Yoursel&lt;/span&gt;f (11)&lt;br /&gt;4. Cocteau Twins - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Blue Bell Knoll &amp; Milk and Kisses&lt;/span&gt;, Goldfrapp - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Black Cherry&lt;/span&gt; (10)&lt;br /&gt;5. Goldfrapp - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Felt Mountain&lt;/span&gt; (9)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Top 5 Artistes with the most tracks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Placebo (90)&lt;br /&gt;2. Björk and collaborations (59)&lt;br /&gt;4. Air (55)&lt;br /&gt;4. Sigur Rós (30)&lt;br /&gt;5. Explosions In The Sky (22)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Top Ten Most Played Songs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Placebo - Infra-Red&lt;br /&gt;2. Flunk - Six Seven Times&lt;br /&gt;3. Placebo - Sleeping With Ghosts&lt;br /&gt;4. Placebo - Special Needs&lt;br /&gt;5. Dido - Here With Me&lt;br /&gt;6. Sarah McLachlan - Do What You Have To Do&lt;br /&gt;7. Cocteau Twins &amp; Faye Wong - Touch Upon Touch&lt;br /&gt;8. Hide You - Kosheen&lt;br /&gt;9. Björk - Pluto&lt;br /&gt;10. M83 - Cyborg&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ten Recently Played Songs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(from most recent to least recent)&lt;br /&gt;1. Placebo - Sleeping With Ghosts&lt;br /&gt;2. Placebo - Protège Moi&lt;br /&gt;3. Jesus /Pop - Godspeed You! Black Emperor&lt;br /&gt;4. Björk - All Is Full Of Love&lt;br /&gt;5. Björk - Immature&lt;br /&gt;6. Björk - Pluto&lt;br /&gt;7. Craig Armstrong feat Liz Frazer - This Love&lt;br /&gt;8. Flunk - Blue Monday&lt;br /&gt;9. New Order - Age Of Consent&lt;br /&gt;10. Portishead - Numb&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;10 Recently Added&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Björk - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Debut&lt;/span&gt; (Album)&lt;br /&gt;2. Björk - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Post&lt;/span&gt; (Album)&lt;br /&gt;3. Portishead - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dummy&lt;/span&gt; (Album)&lt;br /&gt;4. Goldfrapp - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Felt Mountain&lt;/span&gt; (Album)&lt;br /&gt;5. Cocteau Twins - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Milk &amp; Kisses&lt;/span&gt; (Album)&lt;br /&gt;6. Imogen Heap - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Speak For Yourself&lt;/span&gt; (Album)&lt;br /&gt;7. Cat Power - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Covers Record &lt;/span&gt;(Album)&lt;br /&gt;8. Air -&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Premiers Symptomes &lt;/span&gt;(Album)&lt;br /&gt;9. Goldfrapp - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Black Cherry &lt;/span&gt;(Album)&lt;br /&gt;10. Train - Drops Of Jupiter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Find "sex," how many songs show up?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 Items&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Air - Sex Born Poison&lt;br /&gt;Air - Sexy Boy&lt;br /&gt;Björk &amp; Paul Oakenfold - Sex Drive&lt;br /&gt;Jack Off Kill - Angels Fuck Devils Kiss (Album: Sexless Demons and Scars)&lt;br /&gt;I'm Too Sexy - Right Said Fred (HEH)&lt;br /&gt;Stereophonics - Dakota (Album: Language.Sex.Violence.Other)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Find "death," how many songs show up?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 Items&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Death Cab For Cutie - All Is Full Of Love&lt;br /&gt;Explosions In The Sky - Greet Death&lt;br /&gt;Sigur Rós - Death Song&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Find "love," how many songs show up?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37 Items&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Air - Playground Love&lt;br /&gt;Air - Highschool Lover&lt;br /&gt;Atreyu - Ain't Love Grand&lt;br /&gt;Belle and Sebastian - There's Too Much Love&lt;br /&gt;Belle and Sebastian - I Don't Love Anyone&lt;br /&gt;Björk - Like Someone In Love&lt;br /&gt;Björk - All Is Full Of Love&lt;br /&gt;Cat Power - Sea Of Love&lt;br /&gt;Cocteau Twins - Seekers Who Are Lovers&lt;br /&gt;Craig Armstrong - PM's Love Theme&lt;br /&gt;Craig Armstrong - Portugese Love Theme&lt;br /&gt;Craig Armstrong feat Liz Frazer - This Love&lt;br /&gt;Death Cab For Cutie - All Is Full Of Love&lt;br /&gt;The Doors - Hello, I Love You&lt;br /&gt;Elvis Costello - Peace Love and Understanding&lt;br /&gt;Ewan McGregor &amp; Nicole Kidman - Elephant Love Song&lt;br /&gt;Godspeed You! Black Emperor - Love Song for 15 Ontario&lt;br /&gt;Goldfrapp - Lovely Head&lt;br /&gt;Imogen Heap - I Am In Love With You&lt;br /&gt;Jamie Cullum - Everlasting Love&lt;br /&gt;Kylie Minogue - Love At First Sight&lt;br /&gt;Layla Kaylif - Shakespeare In Love&lt;br /&gt;LeAnn Rimes - But I Do Love You&lt;br /&gt;Louis XIV - Finding Out True Love is Blind&lt;br /&gt;Love Spit love - How Soon Is Now&lt;br /&gt;Marilyn Monroe - When Love Goes Wrong&lt;br /&gt;Marilyn Monroe - I Wanna Be Loved By You&lt;br /&gt;Martina McBride - I Love You&lt;br /&gt;Moby - Love Should&lt;br /&gt;Neutral Milk Hotel - Love You On A Tuesday&lt;br /&gt;Peter Gabriel &amp;amp; Thomas Dolby - Little Light Of Love&lt;br /&gt;Regina Spektor - Love Affair&lt;br /&gt;Savage Garden - Truly Madly Deeply&lt;br /&gt;Scorpions - Still Loving You&lt;br /&gt;U2 - Pride (In The Name Of Love)&lt;br /&gt;Whitney Houston - Saving All My Love For You&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;If you request, I might &lt;a href="www.yousendit.com"&gt;YSI&lt;/a&gt; it for you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9733218-114550988572557611?l=strictmachine-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9733218/posts/default/114550988572557611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9733218/posts/default/114550988572557611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strictmachine-.blogspot.com/2006/04/music-do-you-realise-flaming-lips-i.html' title=''/><author><name>natal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00968804569589850977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9733218.post-114439814049910570</id><published>2006-04-07T15:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-07T16:22:20.536+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.apple.com/trailers/wb/happyfeet/"&gt;Happy Feet&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watch both the trailers! It's worth it. Sooooo funny! happy_thumbs, I'm watching this with you man! Hahahah! I got this soft spot for penguins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.apple.com/trailers/sony_pictures/marieantoinette/"&gt;Marie Antoinette&lt;/a&gt; played by Kirsten Dunst. I don't think she should be playing her. However, Sofia Coppola is a genius. That's why I'm going to watch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The very weird &lt;a href="http://www.apple.com/trailers/independent/drawingretraint9/"&gt;Drawing Restraint 9&lt;/a&gt;. I've got the OST and it's something... different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.apple.com/trailers/warner_independent_pictures/ascannerdarkly/"&gt;A Scanner Darkly&lt;/a&gt;. Finally the trailer comes out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still want to watch V for Vendetta! Gaah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9733218-114439814049910570?l=strictmachine-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9733218/posts/default/114439814049910570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9733218/posts/default/114439814049910570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strictmachine-.blogspot.com/2006/04/happy-feet-watch-both-trailers-its.html' title=''/><author><name>natal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00968804569589850977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9733218.post-114424530854057784</id><published>2006-04-05T21:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-05T22:20:51.976+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Music: Touch Upon Touch - Cocteau Twins &amp;amp; Faye Wong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My hands are stained black from the ink. And I'm absolutely tired from kneeling outside the bathroom door, trying to fix it. I have to do my 5 stations tomorrow and my thighs haven't recovered. The first thing I'm going to do is my SBJ. The moment I get a D (or a C hopefully) for it, only then I'll do other stations.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9733218-114424530854057784?l=strictmachine-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9733218/posts/default/114424530854057784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9733218/posts/default/114424530854057784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strictmachine-.blogspot.com/2006/04/music-touch-upon-touch-cocteau-twins.html' title=''/><author><name>natal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00968804569589850977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9733218.post-114398895158000569</id><published>2006-04-02T22:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-02T22:42:31.596+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v108/pagan_poetry/banner.jpg" border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9733218-114398895158000569?l=strictmachine-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9733218/posts/default/114398895158000569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9733218/posts/default/114398895158000569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strictmachine-.blogspot.com/2006/04/image-hosting-by-photobucket.html' title=''/><author><name>natal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00968804569589850977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9733218.post-114355726394612576</id><published>2006-03-28T22:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-28T22:47:43.970+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Music: Infra-Red - Placebo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;TO MY ROBYN: (yellow for Aquila lol) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Congratulations for being &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;first&lt;/span&gt; in the 800m, 1500m and 3000m events. You do the 6Teeth and 2A01 proud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;breaking the 1500m record&lt;/span&gt;, and for coming in first, you get a Piñata in the shape of a Number 1!! I'm terribly nice, I know. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1157/722/1600/FIRST%21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1157/722/320/FIRST%21.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9733218-114355726394612576?l=strictmachine-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9733218/posts/default/114355726394612576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9733218/posts/default/114355726394612576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strictmachine-.blogspot.com/2006/03/music-infra-red-placebo-to-my-robyn.html' title=''/><author><name>natal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00968804569589850977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9733218.post-114329114017199266</id><published>2006-03-25T20:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-25T20:52:20.193+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I miss being your little girl.&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry we're so far apart now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As mother and daughter, we've failed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9733218-114329114017199266?l=strictmachine-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9733218/posts/default/114329114017199266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9733218/posts/default/114329114017199266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strictmachine-.blogspot.com/2006/03/i-miss-being-your-little-girl.html' title=''/><author><name>natal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00968804569589850977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9733218.post-114312998997462761</id><published>2006-03-24T00:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-24T00:06:29.996+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Placebo !</title><content type='html'>Music: Follow The Cops Back Home - Placebo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/Natalie/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PLACEBO WAS PHENOMENAL. I really couldn't believe that it was Brian Molko right in front of my face. I really couldn't. It was amazing, surreal and all wonderful at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;It was amazing because of the series of events that made all this possible. I got the wrong tickets, then MTV emailed me, then &lt;span class="ljuser" style="white-space: nowrap;"&gt;carexware&lt;/span&gt; and Sharan&lt;span class="ljuser" style="white-space: nowrap;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; then got tickets, and then we got pulled to the front of the queue, thanks to the very lovely and kind Sha! :*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This performance was a terribly short one, but definitely cherished. I mean, for God's sake, it's Placebo live in Singapore! No one really bothered about the Fashion Show that was going on. Sheesh. They played more songs from Meds though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Taste In Men&lt;br /&gt;Follow The Cops Back Home (!!!)&lt;br /&gt;Because I Want You&lt;br /&gt;Infra-Red&lt;br /&gt;Without You I'm Nothing (!!!)&lt;br /&gt;Every You Every Me&lt;br /&gt;Song To Say Goodbye&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;One Of A Kind&lt;br /&gt;The Bitter End (!!!)&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was rather disappointed that they didn't play Special Needs. (Omg, that song just suddenly played on my iTunes. :O) That's my favourite song, and I love to see them sing that live. Their performance of Special Needs in the SND DVD was awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sang along like a fangirl and I was really enjoying myself. There were several crazy pushers, but other than that. I really really enjoyed it. I went backstage to try to get a glimpse of him (how groupie-ish) and I did! He was an arm's length away from me and I just was happy to see him even closer. He doesn't really like to be bothered anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm waiting for &lt;span class="ljuser" style="white-space: nowrap;"&gt;Sha &lt;/span&gt;to upload the pictures that she took of that sexy man. Because a pictures speaks a thousand words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still cannot really believe that I went to a Placebo gig. Much less see Brian Molko less than 2 metres away from me; seeing all his sweat, spit and acne scars was just.. surreal. Stefan was very much like himself; dancing, gyrating around. Steve was hidden behind the drums as usual... doing his thing. It was amazing, especially when they sang The Bitter End. Ahhhhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad my very FIRST concert was Placebo. Well, not a concert per se, but at least a showcase. I loved it. I love my Placebo boys. ♥♥♥&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9733218-114312998997462761?l=strictmachine-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9733218/posts/default/114312998997462761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9733218/posts/default/114312998997462761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strictmachine-.blogspot.com/2006/03/placebo.html' title='Placebo !'/><author><name>natal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00968804569589850977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9733218.post-114293986973333637</id><published>2006-03-21T19:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-21T19:20:33.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Music: For Phoebe Still A Baby - Cocteau Twins&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This looks like &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0110413/"&gt;my kind of movie&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to watch it. Gary Oldman, JEAN RENO! Natalie Portman. Mmm.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9733218-114293986973333637?l=strictmachine-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9733218/posts/default/114293986973333637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9733218/posts/default/114293986973333637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strictmachine-.blogspot.com/2006/03/music-for-phoebe-still-baby-cocteau.html' title=''/><author><name>natal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00968804569589850977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9733218.post-114278414379789038</id><published>2006-03-19T23:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-20T00:14:02.553+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;I DON'T WANT THE MARCH HOLIDAYS TO END!! ONE MORE MINUTE!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;WAHH WAHH WAHHH )':&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9733218-114278414379789038?l=strictmachine-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9733218/posts/default/114278414379789038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9733218/posts/default/114278414379789038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strictmachine-.blogspot.com/2006/03/i-dont-want-march-holidays-to-end-one.html' title=''/><author><name>natal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00968804569589850977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9733218.post-114275985205161330</id><published>2006-03-19T17:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-22T19:14:47.036+08:00</updated><title type='text'>March Holiday Homework Tracker</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;1. Economics&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;- MCQ on Aspire&lt;/s&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;100% done&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;s&gt;- Essay test on 1st week of school&lt;/s&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;100% done&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;s&gt;- Q &amp; A on International Trade&lt;/s&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;100% done&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;- Short Structured Qns&lt;/s&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;100% done&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;s&gt;- MCQ on International Trade&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;100% done&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;[not forgetting our drq test and common test 2]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;2. History&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;- Quiz on extra readings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;s&gt;- Mindmap&lt;/s&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;100% done&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;3. Literature&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;s&gt;- King Lear Act 2 Presentation&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/s&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;4. General Paper&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;- Comprehension &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;70% done&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;- Genocide in Rwanda (discussion) &lt;/s&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;100% done&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/Natalie/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/Natalie/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-1.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/Natalie/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-2.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;s style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;- Vocab exercises 1-10&lt;/s&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;100% done&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/9733218-114275985205161330?l=strictmachine-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9733218/posts/default/114275985205161330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9733218/posts/default/114275985205161330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strictmachine-.blogspot.com/2006/03/march-holiday-homework-tracker.html' title='March Holiday Homework Tracker'/><author><name>natal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00968804569589850977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9733218.post-114242956688215071</id><published>2006-03-15T21:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-15T21:32:46.913+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Music: Hello, I Love You - The Doors&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Someone's go the ALL CLEAR to go and watch Placebo. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9733218-114242956688215071?l=strictmachine-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9733218/posts/default/114242956688215071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9733218/posts/default/114242956688215071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strictmachine-.blogspot.com/2006/03/music-hello-i-love-you-doors-someones.html' title=''/><author><name>natal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00968804569589850977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9733218.post-114231550255941630</id><published>2006-03-14T13:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-14T13:51:42.576+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I finished &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0407265/"&gt;Transamerica&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a good movie.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9733218-114231550255941630?l=strictmachine-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9733218/posts/default/114231550255941630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9733218/posts/default/114231550255941630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strictmachine-.blogspot.com/2006/03/i-finished-transamerica.html' title=''/><author><name>natal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00968804569589850977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9733218.post-114226145713045115</id><published>2006-03-13T22:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-13T23:00:22.596+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1157/722/1600/Placebo_Ad.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1157/722/320/Placebo_Ad.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm mega pissed that I can't buy tickets. ): ): ):&lt;br /&gt;If you can, please help me sign up and &lt;a href="http://www.mtvasia.com/Feature/Special/mfl/"&gt;ANS THE BLOODY QN PLS&lt;/a&gt;. The answer is 23. March. O6.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OR ANYONE knows WHERE to buy the ticket?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9733218-114226145713045115?l=strictmachine-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9733218/posts/default/114226145713045115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9733218/posts/default/114226145713045115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strictmachine-.blogspot.com/2006/03/im-mega-pissed-that-i-cant-buy-tickets.html' title=''/><author><name>natal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00968804569589850977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9733218.post-114209471466339690</id><published>2006-03-12T00:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-12T00:31:54.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Music: Heartbeats - José González&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.devilducky.com/media/42771/"&gt;http://www.devilducky.com/media/42771/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That link is a blasphemeous, FUNNY and totally ROFL. Really. Go watch it, really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, today I made Rösti for dinner a while ago. I followed &lt;a href="http://in-step.blogspot.com/2006/03/rosti-hashbrown.html"&gt; MK's recipe&lt;/a&gt; to some extent, but we forgot to rinse the potato under the water and squeeze it dry. AND I GRATED THE POTATOES BY HAND, unlike MK, who is so rich that he has a food processor to do it. :p So there was alot of sizzle and smoke and we smelt of butter. The rösti turned out to be too salty, but Ryan managed to do a flip. Okay, he didn't do a backflip in the kitchen, he er, flipped the rösti. So, despite the salty and almost burnt rösti, I think it was not too bad a job done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blazher: I make sure I let you try next time. &gt;.&lt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9733218-114209471466339690?l=strictmachine-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9733218/posts/default/114209471466339690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9733218/posts/default/114209471466339690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strictmachine-.blogspot.com/2006/03/music-heartbeats-jos-gonzlez-httpwww.html' title=''/><author><name>natal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00968804569589850977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9733218.post-114131548989567282</id><published>2006-03-02T23:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-03T00:04:49.913+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Music: Hoppípolla - Sigur Rós&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One more Economics essay to go. Jus finished my History essay outline. Wahlaoeh, Belle, Janesa, PS and I took damn long to finish the outline! &gt;.&lt; Stayed back till like 6, asking Mrs. Sim how to do this and that. Sian 1/2. Then Mr (Mark) Tan came over and gave a "Wow, this is a first." comment. -________-" We're trying okay. Bah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm absolutely tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh! KY, PS, Anne and I ran 2.4 km in the morning. It was a crazy thing to do, especially since we have PE later on. PS and I were dying in Touch Rugby, especially we did CONTACT rugby today. Wah, so fun. It was really some sort.. of de-stresser.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope this week passes by really quickly. (TGIF tomorrow!) The whole week has been crazy nights and conversations about depression and workloads and chinese results. Late night SMSes keep me quite sane at 2-3 am. I am very very tired and, Sheldie! Congrats on your Alevel! And Andrew too! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ECONS!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9733218-114131548989567282?l=strictmachine-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9733218/posts/default/114131548989567282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9733218/posts/default/114131548989567282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strictmachine-.blogspot.com/2006/03/music-hopppolla-sigur-rs-one-more.html' title=''/><author><name>natal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00968804569589850977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9733218.post-114112030029566663</id><published>2006-02-28T17:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-28T17:51:40.393+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Music: Serpentskirt - Cocteau Twins &amp;amp; Faye Wong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got my shuffle back! Beloved KY helped me to repair, or rather, get a replacement! I have music on the go once again! ^___^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I failed my Econs. :| Hah, oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lots of work to rush out this week.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9733218-114112030029566663?l=strictmachine-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9733218/posts/default/114112030029566663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9733218/posts/default/114112030029566663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strictmachine-.blogspot.com/2006/02/music-serpentskirt-cocteau-twins-faye.html' title=''/><author><name>natal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00968804569589850977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9733218.post-114095124149042559</id><published>2006-02-26T18:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-26T18:54:01.510+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I need people to work on:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; WEDS NIGHT 5-10 pm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;$6.50 an hour. &lt;/span&gt;Indoor Stadium. Kylie Minogue Motorola Event.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MSG ME if you're intersted.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9733218-114095124149042559?l=strictmachine-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9733218/posts/default/114095124149042559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9733218/posts/default/114095124149042559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strictmachine-.blogspot.com/2006/02/i-need-people-to-work-on-weds-night-5.html' title=''/><author><name>natal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00968804569589850977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9733218.post-114088454508681634</id><published>2006-02-25T23:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-26T00:22:25.143+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Music: Soldier Of Fortune - Deep Purple&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My father was singing along to this song in the car today with my mother in the car. My sister and I were like o___________O. They still remember the lyrics despite it being 20 years old la!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then my mother makes the most priceless remark&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;These Deep Purple fools all look like beggars. &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my father gets a little insulted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;What you mean beggars! Don't anyhow say okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really what! Long hair, never cut, look like they never wash face. So dirty. All drug addicts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All rock bands last time also like that right! Scorpions also right. Why must you target Deep Purple?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aiyah, all the same right. All drug addicts anyway. All create that addict look and shake head on the stage. Crazy fools. &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny thing is, my mother liked them too. -_______- My sister and I were laughing like nuts in the car the whole time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9733218-114088454508681634?l=strictmachine-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9733218/posts/default/114088454508681634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9733218/posts/default/114088454508681634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strictmachine-.blogspot.com/2006/02/music-soldier-of-fortune-deep-purple.html' title=''/><author><name>natal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00968804569589850977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9733218.post-114084856346690050</id><published>2006-02-25T14:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-25T14:22:43.486+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 7pt;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;i'm a fountain of blood&lt;br /&gt;    in the shape of a girl&lt;br /&gt;    you're bird on the brim&lt;br /&gt;    hypnotized by the whirl&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;    drink me - make me feel real&lt;br /&gt;    wet your beak in the stream&lt;br /&gt;    the game we're playing is life&lt;br /&gt;    love is a two way dream&lt;span style="color:#f3310a;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;    leave me now - return tonight&lt;br /&gt;    the tide will show you the way&lt;br /&gt;    if you forget my name&lt;br /&gt;    you will go astray&lt;br /&gt;    like a killer whale trapped in a bay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;    i'm a path of cinders&lt;br /&gt;    burning under your feet&lt;br /&gt;    you're the one who walks me&lt;br /&gt;    i'm your one way street&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;    i'm a whisper in water&lt;br /&gt;    a secret for you to hear&lt;br /&gt;    you're the one who grows distant&lt;br /&gt;    when i beckon you near&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;    i'm a tree that grows hearts&lt;br /&gt;    one for each that you take&lt;br /&gt;    you're the intruder's hand&lt;br /&gt;    i'm the branch that you break&lt;/blockquote&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/9733218-114084856346690050?l=strictmachine-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9733218/posts/default/114084856346690050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9733218/posts/default/114084856346690050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strictmachine-.blogspot.com/2006/02/im-fountain-of-blood-in-shape-of-girl.html' title=''/><author><name>natal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00968804569589850977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9733218.post-114052652440900749</id><published>2006-02-21T20:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-21T20:55:24.426+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"i wish i could buy back the woman you stole"&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;- Y Control - Yeah Yeah Yeahs&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shhh. Don't ask.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9733218-114052652440900749?l=strictmachine-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9733218/posts/default/114052652440900749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9733218/posts/default/114052652440900749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strictmachine-.blogspot.com/2006/02/i-wish-i-could-buy-back-woman-you.html' title=''/><author><name>natal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00968804569589850977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9733218.post-114035998975941981</id><published>2006-02-19T22:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-19T22:39:49.760+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My thoughts have been flying all over the place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just want to take a box and store them in and lock them tight so they won't fly out and expose themselves to other people; and give other people a chance to have a glimpse of them and laugh at them. Ha ha ha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9733218-114035998975941981?l=strictmachine-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9733218/posts/default/114035998975941981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9733218/posts/default/114035998975941981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strictmachine-.blogspot.com/2006/02/my-thoughts-have-been-flying-all-over.html' title=''/><author><name>natal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00968804569589850977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9733218.post-114035985495217622</id><published>2006-02-19T21:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-19T22:37:34.953+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We'll go through this together. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9733218-114035985495217622?l=strictmachine-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9733218/posts/default/114035985495217622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9733218/posts/default/114035985495217622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strictmachine-.blogspot.com/2006/02/together_19.html' title=''/><author><name>natal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00968804569589850977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9733218.post-114016256839564342</id><published>2006-02-17T15:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-17T15:49:28.413+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Music: Girl Boy Song - Aphex Twin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Sharon Stone crosses her legs in &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0103772/"&gt;Basic Instinct&lt;/a&gt; and now she sits open legged in &lt;a href="http://www.apple.com/trailers/sony_pictures/basicinstinct2/"&gt;Basic Instinct 2&lt;/a&gt;. She is getting old and ugly and botox-ed. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there's &lt;a href="http://www.apple.com/trailers/focus_features/brick/trailer/"&gt;Brick&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.apple.com/trailers/lions_gate/hardcandy/"&gt;Hard Candy&lt;/a&gt;. Pedophile and teenager. Should be good. And she's wearing red! Any Lit student that attended Ms. G's lesson today should have read about Little Red Cap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just to digress, Ms. G's lecture on Little Red Cap was very very funny because the whole story was full of sexual innuendo and Ms. G just made the whole lecture funny and enjoyable to listen to. Let's just say I'll never look at Fairy Tales the same way I looked at them when I was 5. Seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.apple.com/trailers/picturehouse/thenotoriousbettiepage/"&gt;The Notorious Bettie Page&lt;/a&gt; with Ella Fitzgerald doing the soundtrack! I love that song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mmm, I didn't watch any others already. All seemed so boring. Funny thing is, all these movies are rated R (in America) for nudity, violence, language or all of them. Hahah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9733218-114016256839564342?l=strictmachine-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9733218/posts/default/114016256839564342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9733218/posts/default/114016256839564342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strictmachine-.blogspot.com/2006/02/music-girl-boy-song-aphex-twin-so.html' title=''/><author><name>natal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00968804569589850977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9733218.post-114008847012327300</id><published>2006-02-16T19:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-16T19:14:30.276+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Music: Here With Me - Dido&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0314331/"&gt;Love Actually&lt;/a&gt; today. It was lvoely. Hugh Grant was lovely. (And I think Kiera Knightley has a weird face and mouth.)I thought I wouldn't like it. Haah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week has been kinda slack. Mrs. Sim didn't come on 2 out of 3 tutorials! Oh joy. Finished one Lit presentation already. (Which I thought was quite well done given the amount of time in which we completed it.) History quiz tomorrow, no tutorial to finish! Economics QnA, no tutorial to finish (because I've already finished it!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waiting for my songs to finish downloading. I'm very happy with my 80 gig HD. ^___^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9733218-114008847012327300?l=strictmachine-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9733218/posts/default/114008847012327300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9733218/posts/default/114008847012327300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strictmachine-.blogspot.com/2006/02/music-here-with-me-dido-i-watched-love.html' title=''/><author><name>natal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00968804569589850977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9733218.post-113983937495761772</id><published>2006-02-13T21:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-13T22:02:54.973+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Music: Your Song - Ewan McGregor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched Moulin Rouge! for all the songs and dance routines. They make me happy and dancey. Oh well. I love this song. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, 2A01 made $190 in profit! Hurrah! They were nice and yummy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9733218-113983937495761772?l=strictmachine-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9733218/posts/default/113983937495761772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9733218/posts/default/113983937495761772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strictmachine-.blogspot.com/2006/02/music-your-song-ewan-mcgregor-i.html' title=''/><author><name>natal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00968804569589850977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9733218.post-113941508048429556</id><published>2006-02-09T00:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-09T00:45:36.503+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Music: One Way Or Another - Blondie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My computer crashed. So I got a new one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CT has been okay so far. I am quite drained and tired. By a ton of nonsensical things that make me want to stab myself with a rusty telephone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched Fun with Dick and Jane today with Desmond and Isaac. It was a funny show. Really!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is my Lit CT. I'm still blogging. :X&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9733218-113941508048429556?l=strictmachine-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9733218/posts/default/113941508048429556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9733218/posts/default/113941508048429556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strictmachine-.blogspot.com/2006/02/music-one-way-or-another-blondie-my.html' title=''/><author><name>natal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00968804569589850977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9733218.post-113898675516653814</id><published>2006-02-04T01:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-04T01:12:35.193+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I can't even look at your face.&lt;br /&gt;How am I supposed to see eye to eye with you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been nearly a year. It's time to shake it all off.&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/9733218-113898675516653814?l=strictmachine-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9733218/posts/default/113898675516653814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9733218/posts/default/113898675516653814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strictmachine-.blogspot.com/2006/02/i-cant-even-look-at-your-face.html' title=''/><author><name>natal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00968804569589850977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9733218.post-113863917229902278</id><published>2006-01-31T00:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-31T00:39:32.340+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Music: Just Because - Jane's Addiction&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever happened to Jane's Addiction? I liked their first single. Dave Navarro just went solo and married Carmen Electra. Don't know what they're up to now. Like that Audioslave also. After second album, gone. Hurrmpf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Happy Chinese New Year! I spent mine gambling, drinking (and had my cousin saying "Wahlaueh, you're a damn sailor." To which I replied, "Thanks I stop short of swearing out of respect for my parents, your parents and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ma-ma&lt;/span&gt; (grandmother)." LOL), eating steamboat, eating &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lou-hei&lt;/span&gt;, eating $150 worth of KFC and Pizza Hut (no mean feat) and watching lots of cable television.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sat next to my &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ma-ma&lt;/span&gt; when we were playing &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ban-luck&lt;/span&gt; (Blackjack). That woman has a really quick and good brain despite her age. She didn't become the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;zhng&lt;/span&gt; (banker) this year because she "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;panchan&lt;/span&gt; us" (give chance to us). So I borrowed $2 from my father because I was lazy to get my money out, and I earned about $20, in less than an hour or so. Make it $36 because when I was &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;zhng &lt;/span&gt;once, and I exceeded 21. -_____-" Sian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kept asking my ma-ma, "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ai poh mai?&lt;/span&gt;" (need to take or not?), when I had like 16 or 17, and she'd be "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ler ai, ler gia&lt;/span&gt;" (you want you take) or "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;mai, mai.&lt;/span&gt;" She's like psychic. When she says no, the next card (that my brother picks because he's next to me) would be &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ahpek&lt;/span&gt; (king, queen, jack). LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CNY was fun. It gets a bit awkward without the gambling and cooking in between. Now that I get older, I find it mandatory that I help with the cooking/preparing and not rot in front of the television. I still cannot really believe that I'm 18 especially with (much) older cousins around.  Cousins that have their own income, their own motorbike. They still make me feel like a child. Haha. Still awkward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Visited Clare today. Saw Sha, Ruby, Raudha, Zul + girlfriend and er Sulaiman. A little awkward, but funny watching Ruby and Raudha. They are teh funny. Walked down to Bertrand's and had fun with his dogs. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And despite the hiatus (of a pathetic 11 days), I still have nothing to talk about. Been listening to lots of music, sleeping (holidays! hurrah!), and all. Loads of work and studying tomorrow. Common tests on 6th Feb. :X&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9733218-113863917229902278?l=strictmachine-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9733218/posts/default/113863917229902278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9733218/posts/default/113863917229902278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strictmachine-.blogspot.com/2006/01/music-just-because-janes-addiction.html' title=''/><author><name>natal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00968804569589850977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9733218.post-113768261536615924</id><published>2006-01-19T22:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-19T22:56:55.383+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Music: I Can't Get No Satisfaction - Bjork &amp;amp; PJ Harvey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Mazzy Star - Fade Into You: &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0277434/"&gt;We Were Soldiers&lt;/a&gt; trailer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haven't watched TV that much. However, I found this Bjork and PJ Harvey collaboration! Happiness.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9733218-113768261536615924?l=strictmachine-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9733218/posts/default/113768261536615924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9733218/posts/default/113768261536615924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strictmachine-.blogspot.com/2006/01/music-i-cant-get-no-satisfaction-bjork.html' title=''/><author><name>natal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00968804569589850977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9733218.post-113733694777305376</id><published>2006-01-15T22:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-15T22:55:47.806+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Music: Smoke On The Water - Deep Purple&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My family is the most amusing thing ever. Hotel California came on the radio and my mom started going happy. "AHH, Daddy, drive slower." (She calls my father 'Daddy'. How.. funny.) We were already nearing the carpark, so he drove into the roundabout and he drove around it thrice. Then he drove all the way up to the carpark and down again and up again to park. -_________-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then at the lift, my father scared all of us when he sang 'Dragonstea Din Tei'. Omg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LEAP is over, and here are some quotes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;"Where does this bus go ah uncle? HARH? SHENTON WAY? HOUGANG OTHER SIDE?! Orhkayorhokay. Thanks thanks."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;"You mean we took the wrong bus?! We were supposed to take 112E?! THIS IS 112?! SHIT."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;"Hello uncle, does this bus head to Siloso beach? No? Opposite direction? Orhkay orhkay, ty." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;"Let's go eat Ben n Jerrys. This is the best part of LEAP. Stupid evaluation."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;"Wahlaneh, stupid butch."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;"AHHHH BEETLE OMG BEETLE. OMGOMGOMG EEEW BEETLE. HELP LOUSIA!@!&amp;(^#&amp;amp;%$" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;"Ehhhhh, tired siaaaaa."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;"Can you imagine dolphins in there?!"&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*referring to the sea when we were on the boat to Pulau Ubin. Courtesy of Lydia (Tan). I think she didn't have enough sleep. This was at 5 am at Changi jetty. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;"Tanks (sic) Ms Latha, walk around Ubin over then you come. Tanks (sic)."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;"Oh my poor babies, here, have some choclate."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;"^_____^" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt; And that sums up LEAP. :/ Good luck, Batch No.2.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9733218-113733694777305376?l=strictmachine-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9733218/posts/default/113733694777305376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9733218/posts/default/113733694777305376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strictmachine-.blogspot.com/2006/01/music-smoke-on-water-deep-purple-my.html' title=''/><author><name>natal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00968804569589850977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9733218.post-113688931767914568</id><published>2006-01-10T18:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-10T21:12:08.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Music: Numb - Portishead&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New found love for Portishead and Moloko.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, it's been SOOOOO cold! It's been raining nearly non-stop since Sunday. It sucks. :X It's amazing how the rain can just carry on pouring and pouring. I walked to Loyang Point, and it's soooooo windy and cold. I nearly died sneezing on the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I keep thinking it's a Saturday today, but noooo, it's Hari Raya Haji. But thank God for a multi-racial country, it's going to be CNY the week after. Hurrah! I still have homework left undone, and LEAP is 2 days away. Sucks man. I'm going to be camping at Pulau Ubin! It's going to be soooo waterlogged. Bah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to the Airport for dinner. DON'T ever go to the Terminal 2 Staff Canteen. The food SUCKS. But I had fun with my family. Funny, I haven't laughed so hard till my stomach hurt. My sister and I pretended to be aeroplanes taking off and landing in the carpark and my father attempted to drive away without us. We tried to abandom our mother at the life, but she tried grabbing my boobs. Then we tried to leave her in the lift and she tried to tickle me too. Amagad, so funny.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9733218-113688931767914568?l=strictmachine-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9733218/posts/default/113688931767914568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9733218/posts/default/113688931767914568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strictmachine-.blogspot.com/2006/01/music-numb-portishead-new-found-love.html' title=''/><author><name>natal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00968804569589850977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9733218.post-113638939765393626</id><published>2006-01-04T23:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-04T23:43:17.673+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Just watched ANTM. I really really want to know who would be the winner. I think I'll just bang my head against the wall if Lisa wins. I like Kim and Sarah, though sometimes, she has some sort of a tragic face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finished Ephesians Chapter 1! At least I've started doing some QT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH I JUST WENT TO THE ANTM SITE AND THEY BLATANTLY SHOW THE WINNER'S FACE. DONT GO TO THE SITE IF YOU DONT WANNA KNOW. I'M SO ANGRY NOW. &gt;:\&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9733218-113638939765393626?l=strictmachine-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9733218/posts/default/113638939765393626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9733218/posts/default/113638939765393626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strictmachine-.blogspot.com/2006/01/just-watched-antm.html' title=''/><author><name>natal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00968804569589850977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9733218.post-113637611772705355</id><published>2006-01-04T19:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-04T20:01:57.743+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>1. Connie Francis - Siboney: &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0456912/"&gt;A Bittersweet Life&lt;/a&gt; trailer on Cable&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired and I feel like shit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9733218-113637611772705355?l=strictmachine-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9733218/posts/default/113637611772705355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9733218/posts/default/113637611772705355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strictmachine-.blogspot.com/2006/01/1.html' title=''/><author><name>natal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00968804569589850977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9733218.post-113629241510950428</id><published>2006-01-03T20:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-03T20:46:55.126+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Obscure Music on TV Check!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Xavier Cugat - Perfida: Superhost trailer&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9733218-113629241510950428?l=strictmachine-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9733218/posts/default/113629241510950428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9733218/posts/default/113629241510950428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strictmachine-.blogspot.com/2006/01/obscure-music-on-tv-check-1.html' title=''/><author><name>natal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00968804569589850977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9733218.post-113629105917711611</id><published>2006-01-03T20:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-03T20:24:19.193+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today was first day of school. Daryl said that I looked like I lost weight and asked if I did anything. How funny. During the holidays, Faith and Isaac also commented that I looked smaller.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's good I suppose. I don't want to be fat. ): Shall continue to eat lesser.  AND NO WESTERN IN SCHOOL. OILY.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9733218-113629105917711611?l=strictmachine-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9733218/posts/default/113629105917711611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9733218/posts/default/113629105917711611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strictmachine-.blogspot.com/2006/01/today-was-first-day-of-school.html' title=''/><author><name>natal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00968804569589850977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9733218.post-113601817435835741</id><published>2005-12-31T16:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-31T16:36:14.386+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Everytime I hear Air's Cemetary Party, I get that  reawakening/revival feeling. It's like telling me to emerge happier from whatever. Just because it starts off sombre, depressing and to say the least, "creepy" (from someone who cannot stand Air). Then it ends a little on a happier note. Also perhaps, that song brings back alot of memories that I cannot seem to uncover and pinpoint. It confuses me and I bet what I'm saying confuses you too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the New Year will begin all over again. So, come what may, I hope we'll all be happier, less angsty, less depressive and more hardworking in 2006, leaving behind whatever baggage you should leave behind. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy New Year everyone. Time management is very important.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9733218-113601817435835741?l=strictmachine-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9733218/posts/default/113601817435835741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9733218/posts/default/113601817435835741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strictmachine-.blogspot.com/2005/12/everytime-i-hear-airs-cemetary-party-i.html' title=''/><author><name>natal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00968804569589850977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9733218.post-113588060421405267</id><published>2005-12-30T02:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-30T02:23:24.240+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Dinner tomorrow with family, my mom's 2 siblings.  Aunty S. is treating us to some Hawaiian buffet thingamajig at East Coast. Any good?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going down to Borders to get calendars. Excited.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9733218-113588060421405267?l=strictmachine-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9733218/posts/default/113588060421405267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9733218/posts/default/113588060421405267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strictmachine-.blogspot.com/2005/12/dinner-tomorrow-with-family-my-moms-2.html' title=''/><author><name>natal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00968804569589850977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9733218.post-113578992669576066</id><published>2005-12-29T01:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-02T13:37:01.333+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Obscure Music on TV check!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Flunk - Blue Monday: Law and Order SVU trailer&lt;br /&gt;2. Kosheen - Hide You: Random Ad&lt;br /&gt;3. Air - Cemetary Party: Star Idol trailer&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9733218-113578992669576066?l=strictmachine-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9733218/posts/default/113578992669576066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9733218/posts/default/113578992669576066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strictmachine-.blogspot.com/2005/12/obscure-music-on-tv-check-1.html' title=''/><author><name>natal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00968804569589850977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9733218.post-113577207110233973</id><published>2005-12-28T20:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-28T20:17:57.533+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1157/722/1600/nat%20%5Bact%20cool%5D.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1157/722/400/nat%20%5Bact%20cool%5D.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I like this picture. Hah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;LTC 2005&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9733218-113577207110233973?l=strictmachine-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9733218/posts/default/113577207110233973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9733218/posts/default/113577207110233973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strictmachine-.blogspot.com/2005/12/i-like-this-picture.html' title=''/><author><name>natal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00968804569589850977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9733218.post-113560834144321312</id><published>2005-12-26T22:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-26T22:45:41.460+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Music: Empty House - Air&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm hungry and I want to eat something oily and fattening, and loads and loads of carbo. I want to eat pizza, chicken drumlets, sausages, pies, french fries, burgers, blah blah blah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hungry. ):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9733218-113560834144321312?l=strictmachine-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9733218/posts/default/113560834144321312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9733218/posts/default/113560834144321312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strictmachine-.blogspot.com/2005/12/music-empty-house-air-im-hungry-and-i.html' title=''/><author><name>natal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00968804569589850977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9733218.post-113552545615137761</id><published>2005-12-25T23:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-25T23:44:16.263+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>First things first. I REFORMATED MY COMPUTER!! And I have Office 03! Means, MS WORD!! Means, I CAN PRINT SCREEN! Hurrah! *does a jig*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Christmas week was a busy busy affair. Especially the last three days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Carolled at the shopping malls&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Carolled over at houses &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Candelight Service &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Stayed for awhile at Dawn's &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Reached home at 315 am&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Slept at 430 am&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Woke up at 1045 &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Rush over for 11 am Service.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Ended up really really tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am feeling a little.. dreamy now. Because the year passed by so fast, and WatchNight Service is next Saturday. This means.. I have less than a week to finish my assignments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT! With a new Office 03, this means I can go to Aspire! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9733218-113552545615137761?l=strictmachine-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9733218/posts/default/113552545615137761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9733218/posts/default/113552545615137761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strictmachine-.blogspot.com/2005/12/first-things-first.html' title=''/><author><name>natal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00968804569589850977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9733218.post-113525067062348270</id><published>2005-12-22T19:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-22T19:24:30.640+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Music: Clouds Up - Air&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get very excited when I hear obscure music on the adverts on television. I still remember, at the end of some show, they played Bjork's 'Hunter' song and I started hyperventilating in my couch. And just now, for that 'Ming Xing Ou Xiang' nonsense, they used Air's Cemetary Party as their song! I was so so so proud. Of the person who directed that advert, and my knowledge of music as well. :D I also remember they played some song from the OST of 2046 for that same stupid show and I cheered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's these kind of small, silly, stupid things that make me really happy and nonsensical some days. Just like how I choose to blog this insignificant piece of news. ^____^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9733218-113525067062348270?l=strictmachine-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9733218/posts/default/113525067062348270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9733218/posts/default/113525067062348270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strictmachine-.blogspot.com/2005/12/music-clouds-up-air-i-get-very-excited.html' title=''/><author><name>natal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00968804569589850977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9733218.post-113508478907518116</id><published>2005-12-20T21:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-20T21:19:49.090+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm carolling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4pm - White Sands&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;7pm - Century Square &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9733218-113508478907518116?l=strictmachine-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9733218/posts/default/113508478907518116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9733218/posts/default/113508478907518116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strictmachine-.blogspot.com/2005/12/im-carolling.html' title=''/><author><name>natal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00968804569589850977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9733218.post-113501149622375995</id><published>2005-12-20T00:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-20T00:58:16.263+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold;"&gt;It's been a bad day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt; Please don't take a picture.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold;"&gt; It's been a bad day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt; Please.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt; Broadcast me a joyful noise unto the times, lord,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt; Count your blessings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt; We're sick of being jerked around.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt; We all fall down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt; It's been a bad day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;R.E.M - Bad Day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Sigh...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9733218-113501149622375995?l=strictmachine-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9733218/posts/default/113501149622375995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9733218/posts/default/113501149622375995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strictmachine-.blogspot.com/2005/12/its-been-bad-day.html' title=''/><author><name>natal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00968804569589850977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9733218.post-113483443580087564</id><published>2005-12-17T23:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-17T23:56:26.066+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;We never really stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;If only you knew. &lt;/span&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/9733218-113483443580087564?l=strictmachine-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9733218/posts/default/113483443580087564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9733218/posts/default/113483443580087564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strictmachine-.blogspot.com/2005/12/we-never-really-stop.html' title=''/><author><name>natal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00968804569589850977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9733218.post-113466798478169419</id><published>2005-12-16T01:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-16T01:33:04.800+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I AM SO DEAD</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;English&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Due 5th December -_- &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(DIE)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;The Age of Innocence/She Stoops to Conquer essay&lt;/u&gt; - 0% done.&lt;br /&gt;- Read SSTC, AOI and while you're at it, chiong through SM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;General Paper&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Due first day of school in a file.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Novel Review&lt;/u&gt; - 0% done&lt;br /&gt;- Email Ms Latha to see if I can wriggle my way out of this by suggesting a book that I've read before. :X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Essay outlines&lt;/u&gt; - 0% done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Quizzes&lt;/u&gt; - 100% done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;History&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;Due first day of school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Fictional) Timetable&lt;/u&gt; - 0% done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Source-Based Questions&lt;/u&gt; - 0% done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Underlining/highlighting the blue booklet&lt;/u&gt; - 100% done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Economics&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Due 25th December. -_________________-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Multiple-choice Questions &amp;amp; Data-Response Question&lt;/u&gt; - 0% done.&lt;br /&gt;- Check ASPIRE after 2nd December.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Economics Remedial Program&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Essay and DRQ - 10% done&lt;br /&gt;- MCQ - 100% done&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9733218-113466798478169419?l=strictmachine-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9733218/posts/default/113466798478169419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9733218/posts/default/113466798478169419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strictmachine-.blogspot.com/2005/12/i-am-so-dead.html' title='I AM SO DEAD'/><author><name>natal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00968804569589850977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9733218.post-113453678297650059</id><published>2005-12-14T12:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-16T01:45:19.503+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>There seems to be some water-based trailers out on &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/www.apple.com/trailers"&gt;Apple&lt;/a&gt; recently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.apple.com/trailers/wb/thefountain/"&gt;The Fountain&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Hugh Jackman! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.apple.com/trailers/wb/poseidon/"&gt;Poseidon&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Poseidon is the name of the Greek God of sea. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.apple.com/trailers/wb/ladyinthewater/"&gt;Lady In The Water&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh! And they're &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ALL &lt;/span&gt;from Warner Brothers. Funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lady in the Water is M. Night Shyamalan's. I hope it is as intriguing as &lt;a href="http://www.apple.com/trailers/touchstone/the_village/trailer/index.html"&gt;The Village&lt;/a&gt;, though I know some people would beg to differ. Also, Bryce Dallas Howard is the leading lady again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to watch &lt;a href="http://www.apple.com/trailers/lions_gate/saw_2/"&gt;Saw II&lt;/a&gt;'s trailer, but I guess after 10 seconds of screaming and yelling and rasping voices, I couldn't take it. I didn't watch &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0387564/"&gt;Saw&lt;/a&gt;, but I think I should because it's a good movie?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.apple.com/trailers/newline/finaldestination3/medium.htm"&gt;Final Destination 3&lt;/a&gt;. I didn't watch the second one. Watch the first 15 mintues where the logs started to make road kill out of everyone. This one looks... okay. The tanning bed scene is scary. :X And the gym one. :X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FAITH! &lt;a href="http://www.apple.com/trailers/sony_pictures/memoirsofageisha/trailer/"&gt;Memoirs of a Geisha&lt;/a&gt; trailer is out! I've never read that book, and I don't see the hype of the whole movie. But I think Zhang Ziyi and Gong Li are the best looking Chinese women in the industry after Maggie Cheung and Carina Lau. I do want to watch it for Michelle Yeoh and Gong Li though. Zhang Ziyi is getting overrated. :X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yah, I must add, the younger version of Zhang Ziyi in the trailer looks like Charmant! If anyone reads this, go tell Charmant! Haha. Really!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.apple.com/trailers/sony_pictures/underworldevolution/"&gt;Underworld- Evolution&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.apple.com/trailers/wb/supermanreturns/"&gt;Superman Returns&lt;/a&gt; look like shit. Superman is supposed to have a red cape. Not a bloody dark maroon one. Jeeeesh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9733218-113453678297650059?l=strictmachine-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9733218/posts/default/113453678297650059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9733218/posts/default/113453678297650059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strictmachine-.blogspot.com/2005/12/there-seems-to-be-some-water-based.html' title=''/><author><name>natal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00968804569589850977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9733218.post-113444813363413903</id><published>2005-12-13T12:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-13T12:28:53.650+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I just had this funny dream and I need to write it down before it disappears from my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dreamt that I was in WWII setting. Was wearing all those cotton loose clothes. Basically we had to freeze when they shouted at us. So we (I think I saw Jeslyn, Shane, Amy and a few others, don't remember) sat down, thinking we were damn smart. Then this Japanese soldier came to us and yelled 'don't sit down!'. And he gave instructiuons that when they started shooting, we must lie down on the ground. I was so afraid. :X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then somehow, I went to buy snacks. I saw TIME magazine, and I saw 'Hero' (the Ang Lee movie) and I wanted to buy it, but it was so expensive. Around 9 something, and I only had 10 dollars. I decided to forgo it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then somehow, I walked to a few villas. Setting looked like NACLI -_________-. Saw a dog, brought him back to his rich taitai owner. Pointed out that she was in the wrong villa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weird.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9733218-113444813363413903?l=strictmachine-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9733218/posts/default/113444813363413903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9733218/posts/default/113444813363413903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strictmachine-.blogspot.com/2005/12/i-just-had-this-funny-dream-and-i-need.html' title=''/><author><name>natal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00968804569589850977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9733218.post-113439202112517383</id><published>2005-12-12T20:32:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-12T21:01:14.916+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yeah, back from LTC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't go as a regular camper, a participant because I did mine 2 years ago? Yeah, so instead, we became the sub-com. But actually, we supposed to do manual labour (i.e Bangla). But I think we all do until happy. So we go camp is actually just to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sai kang*&lt;/span&gt; and assist camp com.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But being bangla means we had loads of free time. So much so that Sheldon and Isaac could learn dance while I sat there clutching my sides, laughing and laughing. If I had a choice, I think I might want to be in sub com forever. Hahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My main jobs were to assist Amy with SHAPE, be advance party hero, as well as to buy food. Omg, food buying was an insane affair. 9 odd mentors, plus misc people's orders. I mean, people order food like:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Duck Rice add Egg&lt;br /&gt;Duck Rice add Tofu&lt;br /&gt;Duck Rice add Egg and Tofu&lt;br /&gt;Duck Rice add everything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zomg, how to tell the duck rice aunty? I went there to order and she looked as confused as anything and she looked like she didn't want my business. Plus, I don't like the duck rice stall. First time, the guy used his oily hand to touch my arm. And then he always stare and smile disgustingly at me. *cringes* And the mat stall, omg. The woman had to wrap up the murtabak FIVE times okay. Wrap, unwrap, wrap, unwrap. I see also I feel damn stupid. The amount of food I brought back to NACLI was&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; immense&lt;/span&gt;. So heavy till my arm muscle got strained. -___- Next time if I tah-pow, I must do warm up exercises.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yah, in between buying food and all, we had to do more &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sai kang&lt;/span&gt; like clear out the Hall, make sure they wake up, make sure they sleep, wake up early to prepare breakfast. Ohhh, they woke up late on day two! And then we all put up show for them. Hahahah, funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;...we got scolded by ber and the sub-com guys had to accept the punishment for us.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;we felt bad!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I saw that I kept laughing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But at the end of the day, we always got promoted. So from banglas, we got promoted to coolies, to domestic workers, to warrior and then to heros.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We took pictures and that Daryl zoom in on my face because my expressions were 'so funny and cute'. THANKS. I want those pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AHHHHH. I need to buy a white shirt soon. Short sleeves, long sleeves or three-quarter sleeves? ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*sai kang: shitty manual and miscellaneous labour&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9733218-113439202112517383?l=strictmachine-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9733218/posts/default/113439202112517383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9733218/posts/default/113439202112517383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strictmachine-.blogspot.com/2005/12/yeah-back-from-ltc_12.html' title=''/><author><name>natal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00968804569589850977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9733218.post-113422678503563629</id><published>2005-12-10T22:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-10T22:59:45.063+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Back from LTC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tired. Sick. Encouraged. Happy. + + +&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Pictures and update soon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9733218-113422678503563629?l=strictmachine-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9733218/posts/default/113422678503563629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9733218/posts/default/113422678503563629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strictmachine-.blogspot.com/2005/12/back-from-ltc.html' title=''/><author><name>natal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00968804569589850977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9733218.post-113396998810808441</id><published>2005-12-07T23:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-07T23:43:33.150+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>9 plus hours to another camp and my body has to tell me that I'm feeling unwell. I felt a sore throat creeping up at about 7pm. So I quickly drank watermelon juice and herbal tea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;TOO LATE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I have a runny nose and a sligh sore throat. Hurrah! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KYER: I don't know? Yeah. December is somehow busy. Too little time, too many things. HOWEVER! I know I'll meet Clare, you, Zab and all. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9733218-113396998810808441?l=strictmachine-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9733218/posts/default/113396998810808441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9733218/posts/default/113396998810808441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strictmachine-.blogspot.com/2005/12/9-plus-hours-to-another-camp-and-my.html' title=''/><author><name>natal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00968804569589850977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9733218.post-113396049458303304</id><published>2005-12-07T20:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-07T21:01:34.603+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Music: Born To Make You Happy - Britney Spears&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just finished a whole lot of Britney songs. Man, I still love singing to her songs. It's so fun to singalong to! Sharan, please make use of that Kbox card that you all force me to sign up for. ): WE GO KARAOKE AGAIN LOLOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BSB is coming to Singapore and I can't find anyone to go with me. Eliza is in Australiaaaaaa! ): I want to go leh! Anyone want to go with me ornot? I promise not to tell your friends that we were teenyboppers for one night. :X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, LTC is tomorrow and I only told my parents today. (I live life dangerously.) Guess what. I totally didn't expect their reaction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh, go lor. Where?"&lt;br /&gt;"NACLI, &lt;span class="p"  style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.google.com.sg/search?hl=en&amp;q=Buona+Vista++MRT&amp;amp;spell=1" class="p"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Buona Vista there"&lt;br /&gt;"Oh, tomorrow till Sat?"&lt;br /&gt;"Yah"&lt;br /&gt;"Go lor."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was so surprisingly calm that I couldn't really believe my ears. O_O Anyway, it has been a busy busy 2 weeks for me. I wasn't at home from 1-4 DEC, 5-7 were spent in church and in front of the computer (not mine anyway). 8-10 at NACLI. Wow.  Yes, it's been a whirlwind. And to think my parents warned me that no activities after my Thailand trip. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't been organising my computer. ): I need to reformat! And oh, I lost my spectacless on the plane. I'm so going to die. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I'm going to watch my crappy chinese pseudo dance show on Channel 8 now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: In case you were wondering, yes, I changed my tagboard.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9733218-113396049458303304?l=strictmachine-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9733218/posts/default/113396049458303304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9733218/posts/default/113396049458303304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strictmachine-.blogspot.com/2005/12/music-born-to-make-you-happy-britney.html' title=''/><author><name>natal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00968804569589850977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9733218.post-113385396952078035</id><published>2005-12-06T14:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-06T15:26:09.540+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Music: San And Ashitaka In The Forest - Hisaishi Joe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stupid tagboard is down. Comments are appreciated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I'm excited. Reason?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.apple.com/trailers/fox/x3/"&gt;X-3 Teaser Trailer&lt;/a&gt; Shit, I'm so pumped for this movie. Everyone looks awesome. Especially Pyro, even though he had less than a split second in that trailer. Kesley Grammer looks good as Beast. I'd never have thought he'd fit that role. Hurhurhur.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9733218-113385396952078035?l=strictmachine-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9733218/posts/default/113385396952078035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9733218/posts/default/113385396952078035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strictmachine-.blogspot.com/2005/12/music-san-and-ashitaka-in-forest.html' title=''/><author><name>natal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00968804569589850977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9733218.post-113371692778674449</id><published>2005-12-05T00:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-05T01:22:07.803+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;I'M BACK!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man, Thailand was awesome awesome and awesome. The people, the food, the shopping, the culture, everything! I had lots of tom yam, curry (unbelievable, I know), alcohol and nonsense. Our hosts were awesome, nice and friendly people! And Mr. Chacko couldn't have been more entertaining. I'm sad to say, currently, I have no pictures. :X &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;GLORIA YOU SHOULD HAVE CAME YOU SILLY WOMAN! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We started off a little late. We were stuck in a traffic jam for an hour and a half because roads were closed. The King's birthday is tomorrow (5th Dec) and people were praying nearby. I nearly decayed of boredom in the van. PLUS, our van was overheating and I seriously thought it would explode.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We took the local bus. Oh man. It was a 110 minute ride. I stood up in the crowded sweaty bus. No air-con. But it was a damn good experience since I never took their local buses. Ever since that, Janesa, KY, DR and me sat at the back seat of the cab, squeezing our guts out. :X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, we had some seriously SHIOK indian food at Kao Sarn on the second night. Lots of bhangra music, fun and madness. The naan was delicious. I ate lots of it and the curry was awesome. Stefanie and me drank beer and I think we drank lots of it. She's my official beer buddy. Smoked a little strawberry shisha for the novelty. I won't get hooked -_- Seriously, it was fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I chickened out on eating grasshoppers and scorpions. Seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ate lots of Tom Yum too. Ate green curry and all. I really couldn't stand it, but I believe, I can tahan a little spice now. My lips were burning. Had sake at the restaurant and it was good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went shopping at Siam Center and Suan Lum. Oh gosh. I think I spent a bulk of my money there. It was amazing. I didn't spend that much. But hey, I'm a happy girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to the King's palace too. It was gorgeous. The infrastructure was simply intricate and complicated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The people were awesome! Sun was a seriously lame idiot. Bew's so sweet and cute. They were so hospitable, funny and nice. I was walking to 7-11 with the boys because they wanted milk and water and they were so silly! "You can die in Singapore, but please don't die here" We were jaywalking. -_- And that Sun was talking to me and halfway he forgot my name. He recalled my name in 5 mintues time. It was like a memory lapse. He's seriously lame. Wang's worse. "If the taxi crashes, please tell my Mom I love her." AHAHA. Seriously, Janesa and I couldn't stop laughing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that, I'm glad to say the J1s bonded a little too. Scandals, boyfriends, tanks man(LOL!), missing Singapore and people,  poker cards and all. Glenn! You have small ears! His ears are half the size of mine. No shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My baggage was 9 KG. Reasonable lah. Plane ride back was o________o. I'm still feeling sick. It was raining up there. I saw lightning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, whatever XiaXue saw, I saw. Except I didn't go Chatuchak and I didn't watch the Thai Girl show. (Pity) And she didn't have a group of awesome Thais that were insane and fun. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was supposed to find Sharan at Harry's at T2. But aiyah. No time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that's basically it! Short entry, so you won't sleep and die. I hope to get pictures from Stef, Priya, Janesa and the Thais. Then I can squeal like an immature girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And oh, my Lit assignment is due tomorrow. 5th December. Ho ho ho.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9733218-113371692778674449?l=strictmachine-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9733218/posts/default/113371692778674449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9733218/posts/default/113371692778674449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strictmachine-.blogspot.com/2005/12/im-back-man-thailand-was-awesome.html' title=''/><author><name>natal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00968804569589850977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9733218.post-113341759058078163</id><published>2005-12-01T14:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-01T14:13:10.596+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>KY has nothing to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're in transit now! Next to CoffeeBean in T1. KY has something to say. "I love nat!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, that was nice of her. Janesa has nothing nice to say too. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. Heh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9733218-113341759058078163?l=strictmachine-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9733218/posts/default/113341759058078163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9733218/posts/default/113341759058078163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strictmachine-.blogspot.com/2005/12/ky-has-nothing-to-say.html' title=''/><author><name>natal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00968804569589850977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9733218.post-113340806139471091</id><published>2005-12-01T11:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-01T11:34:21.440+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Music: Hung Up - Madonna&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My computer cannot detect the Shuffle. I'm getting impatient and pissed  especially now my iTunes works!! Such fine timing. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't finished packing. Just need to iron a few things. 8Days comes out today! Can read in the plane. Good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so it's finally December. Meaning, the month of to0-many-things-to-do. Seriously.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9733218-113340806139471091?l=strictmachine-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9733218/posts/default/113340806139471091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9733218/posts/default/113340806139471091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strictmachine-.blogspot.com/2005/12/music-hung-up-madonna-my-computer.html' title=''/><author><name>natal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00968804569589850977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9733218.post-113319276719535940</id><published>2005-11-28T23:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-28T23:46:07.246+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Music: Special K (Timo Maas Remix) - Placebo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The holidays don't seem like holidays to me at all. My whole november is and will be spent in school. 1 camp in December, one overseas trip in December. Possibly carolling (don't forget those practices! :X) in December. I think I cannot finish my list of t0-do things anymore. :X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOW TO FINISH HOMEWORK AND STUDY LIKE THAT.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9733218-113319276719535940?l=strictmachine-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9733218/posts/default/113319276719535940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9733218/posts/default/113319276719535940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strictmachine-.blogspot.com/2005/11/music-special-k-timo-maas-remix.html' title=''/><author><name>natal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00968804569589850977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9733218.post-113302573398077800</id><published>2005-11-27T01:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-27T01:22:14.006+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm extremely frustrated with the way things are going about at home, at school and at church. I wish I didn't have so many commitments sometimes until I get so caught up till I can't breathe. All I want is tomorrow morning to do my Econs so that I won't feel so damn stupid and helpless about the whole subject. But alas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate the whole online learning beacuse the teachers can just add whatever they want there and make us do it. It's irritating and frustrating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like an owl. (Those who watched HP might probably get it.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9733218-113302573398077800?l=strictmachine-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9733218/posts/default/113302573398077800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9733218/posts/default/113302573398077800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strictmachine-.blogspot.com/2005/11/im-extremely-frustrated-with-way.html' title=''/><author><name>natal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00968804569589850977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9733218.post-113290861023085462</id><published>2005-11-25T16:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-25T16:53:09.276+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://i-am-bored.com/bored_link.cfm?link_id=14126"&gt;Music Quiz&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got 9/10. Just because they played an extract of a opera and I guessed wrongly. Some questions were common sense, some were what I learnt, and some were what I called 'smart guesses', like the last question. *SPOILER*SPOILER*At least I still remember Haydn was classical and the stupid saxaphone is not part of the orchestra.*smart girl*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing I detest, when I try to find classical music online, is the inability of people to name the tags properly. Mozart did not compose The Nutcracker Suite. &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tchaikovsky"&gt;Tchaikovsky&lt;/a&gt; did. But people choose the label all of the songs from that suite under Mozart. I remember when Teacher Sheila was teaching me, she'd made it quite complusory to study the lives of them. It was interesting. Less mundane than playing the silly piano every single lesson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I find the damn funny how nearly half of the church youths don't know I play the piano. I've been playing it for 10 over years already. Faith didn't know. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahah, okay I'll go sleep now. Tired.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9733218-113290861023085462?l=strictmachine-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9733218/posts/default/113290861023085462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9733218/posts/default/113290861023085462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strictmachine-.blogspot.com/2005/11/music-quiz-i-got-910.html' title=''/><author><name>natal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00968804569589850977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9733218.post-113282943703426132</id><published>2005-11-24T18:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-24T18:54:32.446+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Music: Hung Up - Madonna&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I did something so damn interesting, only pictures can show the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;mightiness&lt;/span&gt; of it all. (Unfortunately, I only took 3 pictures.) What did I do? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I beat up&lt;/span&gt; my mattress, bed and comforter. :O :O :O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"OMGZ what did those poor poor things do to deserve such treatement?!" you might ask.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, they were possessed.... by DUST.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, it's time for me to do some purging of bugs, dust and demons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1157/722/1600/terrorist%20in%20mask.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1157/722/320/terrorist%20in%20mask.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Must thank SARS for that mask man. My mother was one of those who bought masks during SARS. But we never used them. Hahah. So, now I know the true destiny of those masks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, to defend myself against Dust, I needed to put a mask over my mouth so that no Dust flies into my mouth when I swear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please excuse the messy and deranged hair. I couldn't help it. I know I look like a fool. But all for the sake of purging the demons. Plus, that picture was taken after I beat those things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, that's my comforter in the background. No, not the blue yellow maroon brick like looking thing that looks like a HDB flat. It's that thing being secured by the green clip. That's my comforter. Yeah, I beat that too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, you might want to know how and what tools I used. I used this: a carpet beater.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1157/722/1600/zp30146.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1157/722/200/zp30146.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although mine is plastic and it's in a shade of gaudy lime green. *cringes*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1157/722/1600/japanesedrum.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1157/722/200/japanesedrum.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, so armed with my mask, carpet beater and my camera (ala &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Fatal_Frame"&gt;Fatal Frame&lt;/a&gt;), I started to er beat my bed as hard as how a Japanese drum beater would.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1157/722/1600/beat%201.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1157/722/320/beat%201.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, as you can see, my carpet (or bed, in this case) beater is broken! *embarassed* Yeah, I whack part of it on the metal railing outside my house and PIAK, it broke. :X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, that's my bed, sans bedsheet, being beaten by me. So now, it is free of dust, but not dust-mites. &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1157/722/200/beat2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;GAUDY LIME GREEEEN! *blinded*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This flat fishy bed is for visitors who stay over. Of course, if my Ma Ma comes over, I'll give up my bed, and sleep on this instead. ): But then again, we rarely have visitors. Hey-ho! But if you're my friend who decided to crash my house, then I'm sorry, you'll get that bed, if you're lucky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And a funny thing, my malay neighbour came out of her house and look at me like I'm doing something extraordinary. I say "Selemat Hari Raya! Don't worry! Chinese New Year not here yet!"(no kidding, I really told her that) lest they thing that Christmas and New Year came by and passed our houses in less than 12 hours. Somehow, they think they we clean our houses only during CNY. Haha! She was so amused, she ask me if I want cookies. Of course I say no. I was on serious business.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm seriously tired and I think my right arm is so strong, I think I might be able to do an armlock on you. AHAHAH.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9733218-113282943703426132?l=strictmachine-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9733218/posts/default/113282943703426132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9733218/posts/default/113282943703426132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strictmachine-.blogspot.com/2005/11/music-hung-up-madonna-today-i-did.html' title=''/><author><name>natal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00968804569589850977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9733218.post-113264177004456889</id><published>2005-11-22T14:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-22T14:42:50.090+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Stole this from Yifen. All my holiday homework that's due in December (SERIOUSLY... -___-) and on the first day of school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;English&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Due 5th December -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;The Age of Innocence/She Stoops to Conquer essay&lt;/u&gt; - 0% done.&lt;br /&gt;- Read SSTC, AOI and while you're at it, chiong through SM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;General Paper&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Due first day of school in a file.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Novel Review&lt;/u&gt; - 0% done&lt;br /&gt;- Email Ms Latha to see if I can wriggle my way out of this by suggesting a book that I've read before. :X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Essay outlines&lt;/u&gt; - 0% done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;History&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;Due first day of school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Fictional) Timetable&lt;/u&gt; - 0% done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Source-Based Questions&lt;/u&gt; - 0% done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Underlining/highlighting the blue booklet&lt;/u&gt; - 0% done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Economics&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Due 25th December. -_________________-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Multiple-choice Questions &amp;amp; Data-Response Question&lt;/u&gt; - 0% done.&lt;br /&gt;- Check ASPIRE after 2nd December.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Economics Remedial Program&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Essay and DRQ (I think)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9733218-113264177004456889?l=strictmachine-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9733218/posts/default/113264177004456889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9733218/posts/default/113264177004456889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strictmachine-.blogspot.com/2005/11/stole-this-from-yifen.html' title=''/><author><name>natal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00968804569589850977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9733218.post-113250043504103535</id><published>2005-11-20T23:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-20T23:27:15.070+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Music: Hide The Bitter Placebo (DJ Sandstorm Mix) - Placebo &amp; Kosheen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met quite a few irritants today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Irritant #1: Silly Woman With Cute Son&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Tampines Mall food court is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;always&lt;/span&gt; crowded right. So our family of 4 (my sister was somewhere else) found a small small place just nice for us. This woman, comes over, when I was sitting here, waiting for my parents and brother to come back, plonks her son next to me. I stare at her incredulously. Hello. I'm sitting here. I stared at her like o__________o that. Then she quickly &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"eh boy, sit here I'm going to buy food."&lt;/span&gt; My eyes just went larger, and she just fled off. What the.. I just told the boy that I'm extremely extremely sorry, but &lt;s&gt;your mother is an idiot and&lt;/s&gt; this space is already taken. The boy just left. OHOH she had the guts to turn back and stare at me like it's my fault.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT THE. Hello woman, you use your son to purposely anyhow take people's seats issit?! At first, I thought the son tired, wanna sit down for a while, then she tell her son, SIT DOWN and WAIT?! Thanks missus. Your son was cute by the way. But you didn't even ask me nicely if the seat was taken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Irritant #2: People who don't watch where they're going&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is inevitable. You're in a crowded food court, your eyes will be everywhere. Like an eagle, your eyes will roam about to spot a family just leaving those precious seats. Okay, I forgive them. BUT SHIT, don't &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;FLAIL&lt;/span&gt; your ARMS around to signal for your family to come over, especially when you don't have a magical roving eye ala Alastor Moody. I spill hot soup on you, NOT MY FAULT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Irritant #3: People who cut queue. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough said. Especially when they do it blatantly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Irritant #4:  Impatient Drivers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate drivers who try to beat the damn traffic light and then cannot. Then they eat into the pedestrian area, limiting our area to walk. It was raining lah. -_- And immediately when the light turned green,&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; immediately&lt;/span&gt;, mind you, the car behind blasted his horn. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I'm done now. Haha. As of now, the Singapore VS Vietnam score is 1:2. Not very surprising right.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9733218-113250043504103535?l=strictmachine-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9733218/posts/default/113250043504103535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9733218/posts/default/113250043504103535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strictmachine-.blogspot.com/2005/11/music-hide-bitter-placebo-dj-sandstorm.html' title=''/><author><name>natal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00968804569589850977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9733218.post-113231872140247153</id><published>2005-11-18T20:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-18T20:58:41.430+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Music: Violently Happy - Bjork&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I went to school and I need to rant a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;RANT #1: GP Hates Natalie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each time I collect notes/lecture notes/things for GP. I'll get injured. -____-" It's either the paper cuts me, or the stapler bullet cuts/nicks my finger, or the rubber band gets flicked on my hand. Or if I collect notes from the bookshop, it's always GP that uncle makes a mistake, or auntie cannot find. It's of course my fault that I'm always injured because I'm so clumsy, but I don't get injured when say I collect PW (oh the irony) or other miscellaneous stuff. Zzz. So now, I have this awkward injury on my finger that hurts each time I wash my hand. And oh, guess what, I was eating coffee cake just now and when I was washing my knife, it cut my injury again. -________-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;RANT #2: Stupid Rain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr Tay absolutely absolutely absolutely refuses to release us early! It was (probably) sunny and rain-less at 430! But he insisted that we go through the marking levels for Source Based Questions (SBQ). Okay. At 445, it started thundering. Me and Robyn were like noooooo, please don't rain. Then at 455, it RAINED okay. Like God was really angry with all of us or something. The skies just OPENED. We were let off at 5. ): It was raining and raining and raining. Sigh. Eh, Mr. Tay, if you are reading this because you go search for you name, don't scold me please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Rant #3: History Lectures&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They're just too damn long (1130-1700 hrs -_______-"). Especially when it's at a stupid freezing icebox. Your brain really freezes and you just can't think. Thank God I bought a sweater today, but I see Robyn so poor thing. She ran 13 clicks before lecture, and she was feeling cold. So I very nice, I lend her my sweater. Then I lend Feifei (no, Feifei is not Fatfat in chinese, it's more of Flyfly).  Then I guess History was made a little more bearable because Mr. Tay is just so damn random with everything. And probably, we're learning something that we're more familar; the political road of Singapore and it's interesting to note our 'quarrels' with Malaysia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was really quite funny lah. Janesa and Robyn will always be near me and we'll always laugh the loudest. Cannot help it. Then we'll make stupid jokes at the back of the lecture hall. Funny man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;RANT #4: People Carrying Delicious Food&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh for the love of mankind, PLEASE stay away from the school bus stop when you're carrying food (like fried chicken) which have smells that can permeate concrete walls. I was practically dying at the bus stop when this woman was enticing me with fried chicken (cos I never eat lunch -_-). When I boarded the bus, I immediately called my mother. "Ma, please help me buy cutlet rice, thanks ya. Oh while you're at it, throw in some fried chicken PLZZZZ." Wah, buay tahan man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;RANT #5: My Mother Is Not Back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No cutlet rice as of yet. :X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Rant #6: No Cutlet Rice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mother just called. *is angry that there's no cutlet rice* If you see me tomorrow, please treat me to some cutlet rice. Or you could say a few nice words to comfort me. Much appreciated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Goes off to mope*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9733218-113231872140247153?l=strictmachine-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9733218/posts/default/113231872140247153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9733218/posts/default/113231872140247153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strictmachine-.blogspot.com/2005/11/music-violently-happy-bjork-today-i.html' title=''/><author><name>natal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00968804569589850977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9733218.post-113224568628473099</id><published>2005-11-18T00:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-18T00:41:26.316+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Music: Light The Match - Mirah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;JULIAN HEE CANNOT ACT. &gt;.&lt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, gossip aside, I have History lecture tomorrow. ): From 1130-5. I hope they end by 545 because I want to go home and watch Prince Turns Into A Frog (some Taiwanese show, don't ask). I think I'll wake up early to eat a hearty MacDonald's breakfast meal. And get my tummy full. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like eating Pineapple bun. And I feel like eating Sakae tomorrow for lunch. I haven't been eating dinner these days because &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1.&lt;/span&gt; I eat like a cow during lunch.  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2.&lt;/span&gt; I eat like a cow during breakfast. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3.&lt;/span&gt; I don't feel like eating. But I guess I'm coping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like eating a cream/mousse cake now. OOOH, cheese cake. Or a nice hot apple crumble. Maybe tomorrow I go Swensens alone to eat that nice looking apple crumble. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Maybe.&lt;/span&gt; Feel like eating Old Chang Kee also. Noooooo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I AM REALLY TORTURING MYSELF LEH. I want to smack myself. There's no food at home except Jacob's Wholemeal crackers. I better go get some cream crackers. OOOh, there's kaya. I'm so going to put on weight. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I got my brows threaded at Rupini's in Little India. The process was painful, but the end-product was nice. It does hurt quite a bit, but it's bearable, and I think I'll go back and do it. It's less painful than piercing my harder than normal cartilage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile, I'm also resisting the urge to get my hair cut. Xinying showed up in school with her gorgeous new short hair and I'm really resisting the urge. Maybe a trim, but please restrain me till say until December. Then maybe I go cut my hair for the New Year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, 1Ao1 and 1A02 are merging! Okay, I didn't mean to sound excited. 1A2 is an awesome class. But it'll still be weird. Feifei is so funny! Went out for lunch with her. Haha, she's really full of nonsense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, let me go scour for food.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9733218-113224568628473099?l=strictmachine-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9733218/posts/default/113224568628473099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9733218/posts/default/113224568628473099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strictmachine-.blogspot.com/2005/11/music-light-match-mirah.html' title=''/><author><name>natal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00968804569589850977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9733218.post-113205779180541186</id><published>2005-11-15T19:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-15T20:29:51.850+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Music: Moya - Godspeed You! Black Emperor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, so today was a long day. But guess what, I overslept. I woke at 815, completely missing Lit lecture. :X Robyn the funniest, she thought today only start at 1030. :X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was the last day of the PW SEASON. My bad, last day of OP not. Today must file up everything. I SAY, it was a logistics/administration nightmare. Must find PI, EoM, I&amp;R (sorry to those who don't take PW, bear with me) and put them properly. It was horrible. So horrible we had to take several hours to file it. Trust me, it's harder than it sounds. We still had to paginate everything and use a marker to write the page number on every single page. AND GUESS WHAT! Robyn and I made a mistake. *swears* Then must change everything again. So dulan. Xinying was SOOO kancheong lah. I had to calm her down and count with her so that she doesn't hyperventilate and froth in the mouth. :X Relax okay woman?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We spent three hours in the lecture hall learning about the PAP and the LF and all the nonsense politics that happened during my mother's time. The 1964 ethnic riots, the Barisan Socialis, the Konfrontasi, the UMNO, and a lot more nonsense. It really quite nonsense. But it's fun to note and find out that the PAP &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;was&lt;/span&gt; part communist and had communist links. Teh funny. But it is not so funny when you sit under the air-con. Cold sia. I like source based questions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Zhang_Ziyi"&gt;Zhang Ziyi&lt;/a&gt; is on the cover of TIME in a kimono. I know Faith can't wait for Memoirs of a Geisha to come out. I can't wait for Channel U to show the TV premier of &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0385004/"&gt;House of Flying Daggers&lt;/a&gt;! I thought I saw the advertisment, so I'm waiting! I watched it in the theatres with Vivian and it was so funny lah. I laughed at a few stupid scenes. But the set is so pretty. I looked for the &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/House_of_Flying_Daggers#Literary_origins"&gt;song&lt;/a&gt; that Zhang Ziyi sang so badly okay. If anybody want, ask me, I have! Haha.  I also want to re-watch &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0190332/"&gt;Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon&lt;/a&gt;. My uncle said onces "Wahlao, Chow Yun Fatt so fat, how to fly on top of bamboo shoots?! Not realistic!" He doesn't know they have &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;qi &lt;/span&gt;and that they know &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kungfu&lt;/span&gt;. Shall go rent soon. Hur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No school tomorrow! Meeting Sharan and Athalia &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;finally&lt;/span&gt;. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9733218-113205779180541186?l=strictmachine-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9733218/posts/default/113205779180541186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9733218/posts/default/113205779180541186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strictmachine-.blogspot.com/2005/11/music-moya-godspeed-you-black-emperor.html' title=''/><author><name>natal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00968804569589850977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9733218.post-113198177838199242</id><published>2005-11-14T23:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-14T23:22:58.406+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Music: Snowflake - Mew&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not coming online already. :X I have school tomorrow until 5. It's worse than going to school itself. ):  My school, fyi, starts at 8. *loud loud sigh*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9733218-113198177838199242?l=strictmachine-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9733218/posts/default/113198177838199242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9733218/posts/default/113198177838199242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strictmachine-.blogspot.com/2005/11/music-snowflake-mew-not-coming-online.html' title=''/><author><name>natal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00968804569589850977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9733218.post-113188827070493360</id><published>2005-11-13T21:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-13T22:19:57.870+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>For all &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Risk_%28game%29"&gt;RISK&lt;/a&gt; players:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.i-am-bored.com/bored_link.cfm?link_id=13871"&gt; Risk: GoogleEarth&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahah. Splendid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus, if you have the time, &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch.php?v=PaluLFfv0EI"&gt;this is an awesome video of a man dancing&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Robyn: Thanks for resizing! *mwah* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9733218-113188827070493360?l=strictmachine-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9733218/posts/default/113188827070493360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9733218/posts/default/113188827070493360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strictmachine-.blogspot.com/2005/11/for-all-risk-players-risk-googleearth.html' title=''/><author><name>natal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00968804569589850977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9733218.post-113181173845490509</id><published>2005-11-13T00:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-13T00:08:58.473+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Music: Kemikal Girl - Flunk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ate so much today. But it was nice food so I'm not complaining.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seems like this layout is more well received than the last. However, if you see a larger version of that picture (meaning more than 300x300 in dimensions), please save it for me and send it to me via gmail or something? Or just give me the link.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Want to buy Flunk's album. Hur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Must wake up early for 11am service tomorrow.  WHO WANT TO MEET ME FOR BREAKFAST TMR!? Message me okay.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9733218-113181173845490509?l=strictmachine-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9733218/posts/default/113181173845490509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9733218/posts/default/113181173845490509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strictmachine-.blogspot.com/2005/11/music-kemikal-girl-flunk-i-ate-so-much.html' title=''/><author><name>natal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00968804569589850977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9733218.post-113164048871517347</id><published>2005-11-11T00:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-11T00:37:40.486+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Music: Japanese Gum - Her Space Holiday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I bought today:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;   &lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/0099448475/103-3221627-6289416?v=glance&amp;n=283155&amp;amp;n=507846&amp;s=books&amp;amp;v=glance"&gt;Sputnik Sweetheart&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/1560256877/103-3221627-6289416?v=glance&amp;n=283155&amp;amp;s=books&amp;v=glance"&gt;Diary of a Mad Housewife&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/tg/detail/-/B000002V07/qid=1131639957/sr=8-1/ref=pd_bbs_1/103-3221627-6289416?v=glance&amp;amp;s=music&amp;n=507846"&gt;So Tonight That I May See (Mazzy Star)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decided not to buy I Am A Cat. I read a few pages and I got bored. Shall buy &lt;a href="http://bookweb.kinokuniya.co.jp/guest/cgi-bin/bookseaohb.cgi?ISBN=080148958X&amp;amp;AREA=04"&gt;this book&lt;/a&gt; instead. Huurah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I wanted to use my &lt;a href="http://www.bordersstores.com/index.jsp"&gt;Borders&lt;/a&gt; gift card to pay for &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/0307276902/103-3221627-6289416?v=glance&amp;n=5174&amp;amp;s=music&amp;v=glance"&gt;A Million Little Pieces&lt;/a&gt;, but it's so ridiculous that they don't stock it. I mean, it's a new book.0 It's not like it's unknown, heck, it was even in the &lt;a href="http://www.oprah.com/books/books_landing.jhtml"&gt;Oprah Book Club&lt;/a&gt;. Plus their customer service was bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please, for Christmas, I welcome book vouchers, but please, don't get any from Borders. They have horrid organisation skills, and they put their books in generic categories. At least at &lt;a href="http://www.kinokuniya.com/"&gt;Kino&lt;/a&gt;, they place everything in specific categories. Under the group "Literature", there are a million other categories like "Asian Lit" and whatnots. I always know where to find stuff. Photography is at this specific corner, children books are at that. Borders is just so damn disoraganised. Plus, the staff there are so unfriendly. And psst, for Christmas, you can get me anything from a bookstore, I swear, I will appreciate it. :D Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, after I bought my CD, I saw the  &lt;a href="http://www.crocs.com/consumer/product_details/beach/"&gt;Crocs&lt;/a&gt; that I wanted. I mean, I've always liked it, but just because everyone says it's so horrid, I get demoralised. Hahah. Then suddenly, I regretted buying my CD. :X &lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 128, 0);"&gt;&lt;span dir="ltr"&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/9733218-113164048871517347?l=strictmachine-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9733218/posts/default/113164048871517347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9733218/posts/default/113164048871517347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strictmachine-.blogspot.com/2005/11/music-japanese-gum-her-space-holiday_11.html' title=''/><author><name>natal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00968804569589850977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9733218.post-113155808896825314</id><published>2005-11-10T01:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-10T01:41:28.990+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's thundering outside and I'm sitting here alone. It's pretty damn scary. I wish I could go for a walk under the umbrella now. Instead of being dry at home.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9733218-113155808896825314?l=strictmachine-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9733218/posts/default/113155808896825314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9733218/posts/default/113155808896825314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strictmachine-.blogspot.com/2005/11/its-thundering-outside-and-im-sitting.html' title=''/><author><name>natal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00968804569589850977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9733218.post-113137884973048178</id><published>2005-11-07T23:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-08T00:07:37.570+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Music: Japanese Gum - Her Space Holiday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PW SEASON IS OVER!! &lt;/span&gt;:) :) :) I finished my I&amp;R already! In half an hour snap! Thank God it's over. I think my group did just fine. Today was the best ever. :D Even though the slides were somtimes a little out of sync, I think we did a fantabulous job. :D P/S: Aaron's group: all the best!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG, Chinese is over also! *does a rain dance*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Faithee: Of course I remember! I find one day when I'm free and coordinate with you okay! :D&lt;br /&gt;Jacq: I end school at 5 on Friday leh. Sian.&lt;br /&gt;Sharan: You wish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, there are plenty of things I want to buy and do, but I don't have the time and money. And I just can't be bothered to go down to town anymore because it's so damn crowded. :X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Need to find time to meet up with my SG. Got to coordinate with Jessica again. OMG I HATE HOLIDAY CLASSES. -______________-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, today I went to Suntec. And I went to this VCD shop. Turns out they were having a MEGA AND I MEAN MEGA SALE OKAY. I felt like a fool. The stairway to heaven VCDs were being sold at half price. 50% OKAY! I felt like a fool okay. I feel very &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lao*&lt;/span&gt; for not being able to buy. Today last day somemore. Grraskldnalkjh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lao*: cantonese for disappointed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9733218-113137884973048178?l=strictmachine-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9733218/posts/default/113137884973048178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9733218/posts/default/113137884973048178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strictmachine-.blogspot.com/2005/11/music-japanese-gum-her-space-holiday.html' title=''/><author><name>natal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00968804569589850977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9733218.post-113128861699904213</id><published>2005-11-06T22:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-06T22:50:52.176+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Music: Eastern Glow - The Album Leaf&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To go:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;   &lt;li&gt;Topshop &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;British India &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;Chinatown&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;Arab Street&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;Little India&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;Kinokuniya &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;HMV&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;Night Safari (?)&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;Sentosa (?)&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ol&gt; To find time for:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;   &lt;li&gt;E*diums&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;Funkyfee &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;coffee?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;Clare + Kyer &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Wild Wild Wet want ornot?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; (and Zabby when she comes back :D)&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;Sharan + Athy &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;our treat our treat! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;My fellow &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Squishy&lt;/span&gt; to go iceskating&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;My SG. &lt;br /&gt;   &lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Studying&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;Packing my room&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ol&gt; To buy:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;   &lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/tg/detail/-/0307276902/103-3221627-6289416?v=glance"&gt;A Million Little Pieces&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/tg/detail/-/080483265X/qid="1131288223/sr="2-1/ref="pd_bbs_b_2_1/103-3221627-6289416?v="glance&amp;s="books"&gt;I Am A Cat&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/tg/detail/-/0786885688/qid=1131288290/sr=2-1/ref=pd_bbs_b_2_1/103-3221627-6289416?v=glance&amp;amp;s=books"&gt;&lt;s&gt;Shopgirl&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9733218-113128861699904213?l=strictmachine-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9733218/posts/default/113128861699904213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9733218/posts/default/113128861699904213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strictmachine-.blogspot.com/2005/11/music-eastern-glow-album-leaf-to-go.html' title=''/><author><name>natal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00968804569589850977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9733218.post-113121310018161109</id><published>2005-11-06T01:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-06T01:51:40.200+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I just finished watching &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0166485/"&gt;Anna and the King&lt;/a&gt; on Channel 5. I know, I know, they've shown it plenty of times already, but this is my first time watching the FULL movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm falling in love with Thailand.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9733218-113121310018161109?l=strictmachine-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9733218/posts/default/113121310018161109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9733218/posts/default/113121310018161109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strictmachine-.blogspot.com/2005/11/i-just-finished-watching-anna-and-king.html' title=''/><author><name>natal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00968804569589850977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9733218.post-113112289255162733</id><published>2005-11-05T00:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-05T00:48:12.580+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;5 words: Not happy then don't read. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9733218-113112289255162733?l=strictmachine-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9733218/posts/default/113112289255162733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9733218/posts/default/113112289255162733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strictmachine-.blogspot.com/2005/11/5-words-not-happy-then-dont-read.html' title=''/><author><name>natal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00968804569589850977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9733218.post-113103066501437189</id><published>2005-11-03T22:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-03T23:16:25.793+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Music: Consequence - The Notwist&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently, there's been some dispute that age does not equal to maturity. I agree. You can be 20 and act and think like a total fool and child. But however, I feel that the older you get, you definitely get wiser (regardless of levels of maturity). If I compare myself to a 15 year old, no doubt, I'm just a mere 2 years older, but I believe that by walking Earth 2 years more than you, yes, I believe I know more than you. Age does not equal to maturity but however, age does equal to wisdom, in a sense. Wisdom is a totally different aspect, not just academic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw on Discovery Channel, a little boy, just 7 or 8 years old, having an IQ for what, 268? That's baffling. His mother said he is mature for his age. Yes I believe it. When you're thrown into college at 7, yeah, you probably would have to grow up, but that does not necessarily make him wiser (note: I never say smart ok) than any of his age group.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course there are exceptions. I believe a 10 year old orphan has gone through much more than me, and I believe a cancer stricken child has gone through more than me. Of course, who's to say you don't have hidden skeletons. But everyone has hidden skeletons, don't they. You can say that she's oh.. probably gone through difficult hurdles and all, so she probably know how a 17 year old's life is. Who's to say that? For all you know, the facade that the 17 year old has.. is just a facade!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, if any of you were mature (or claim to be mature) in the first place, you wouldn't lambaste people, with names for everyone to see, online. When you point a finger at someone, you're using the remaining 3 fingers to point back at yourself. I 'yelled' at people before here, but I believe I never used names. I believe you're only allowed to say the person's name when the person like, killed your pet dog deliberately or something. Then you let everyone know how evil so and so is and you bring justice! Hah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a part to play in it too. But I always add fuel to the fire. I had fun, and I bet so did you and you and you. I'm not saying I'm terrible mature, neither am I saying you're omgbbqsuperimmature.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We might not have been the most mature person you've talked to, but I believe, as long as you're a tad older, you'd probably be a little more wiser. Knowing how to deal with heartache, rejection, death, stalkers, crazy dogs chasing, et cetra et cetra.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were 15 once too, and we've dealt with the issues of 'originality' and 'copycats'. But I guess we're okay with it now. That's the difference. We move on. With age, you learn how to laugh back at silly memories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Age matters. There's a reason why the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;'Your mother eat more salt than you eat rice' &lt;/span&gt;idiom came about. Because it's true! I mean, that's why Ruth brought it up in the first place right? -____- She's just telling you all to chilllll, no need act so adult yet. Look at her, Kyer, Clare and I, still acting like kids. I can be more mature than my mother sometimes, (she's a childish woman who wears Snow White shirts to do housework), but I'm sure as ever that she's wiser than me. And 'wiser than me', means that she knows what things matter, what things don't, what is significant, and what isn't. She can deal with monetary problems, work, family without going crazy. That's some wisdom and time manipulation we all haven't learnt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The dispute of 'popularity', 'self-obsession' and 'beauty' will fade away in about 2 years time. Trust me on that kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of beauty, what's with the self-loving and superficial outlook of it?! Beauty does not equal to attention okay. (Thanks Ms Latha, for the immense amount of lessons on beauty.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&amp;&amp;amp;amp;&amp;amp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I watched &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0372784/"&gt;Batman Begins&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0440803/"&gt;Shutter&lt;/a&gt; today. I have school tomorrow (PW UGH) and I'm so damn hungry. I feel like ordering MacDonald's at 2 am, so that my mother won't know, but then, eating at 2am, MacDonald's somemore?! Ridiculous leh. How ah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me see if my mother has Malay cookies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND OH, will you look at my links! Haha, the shameless category was invented for 2 shamesless people to be asked to put somemore else other than GM. :P Haha, I was bored lah okay. I'll redo all my links and lump them all together back again another day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9733218-113103066501437189?l=strictmachine-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9733218/posts/default/113103066501437189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9733218/posts/default/113103066501437189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strictmachine-.blogspot.com/2005/11/music-consequence-notwist-recently.html' title=''/><author><name>natal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00968804569589850977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9733218.post-113083368938374679</id><published>2005-11-01T16:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-01T16:28:09.403+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Music: Blue Monday - Flunk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's so boring at home. I wish I was out at Little India or something, getting henna done on my hands, trying on a damn Sari and maybe putting a little Bindhi on my forehead. My sister and I are just lazing around in the house and all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Puasa is this Thursday, I hope my malay neighbour cooks some yummy kueh. She makes some kickass kueh. There goes my diet. We've been neighbour for say, 4 years? But I don't know her 2 daughters' names. They don't know mine either but heck, we still say hi to each other. And we help each other water plants when we go on holidays. Have you seen my corridor? My neighbour and my mother have this passion for plants. It's like a mini Botanic Garden in here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1157/722/1600/DSCF0008.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1157/722/320/DSCF0008.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My mother is really cute. Haha. She spends alot of money buying all these funny things to stick into her pots of plants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The duck has wings that will turn in the wind. So do those flowers. The bee is just ornamental.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone wants to meet me now? I am so so bored. I have school tomorrow. Blah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9733218-113083368938374679?l=strictmachine-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9733218/posts/default/113083368938374679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9733218/posts/default/113083368938374679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strictmachine-.blogspot.com/2005/11/music-blue-monday-flunk-its-so-boring.html' title=''/><author><name>natal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00968804569589850977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9733218.post-113060317492380510</id><published>2005-10-30T00:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-30T00:26:14.976+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Music: The Legend Of Ashitaka - Joe Hisaishi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CLARE TAN!! Remember I asked you if you knew the meaning of "tl;dr"? I KNOW NOW! Thanks to Desmond who refered me to www.urbandictionary.com haha. It means 'too long; didn't read'. AND I also found out what's behind the acronym of GTFO. You know, like STFU? Yeah, if you want to know, you come ask me. I sure tell you. Ahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired, but I can't sleep. OHNOES.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9733218-113060317492380510?l=strictmachine-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9733218/posts/default/113060317492380510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9733218/posts/default/113060317492380510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strictmachine-.blogspot.com/2005/10/music-legend-of-ashitaka-joe-hisaishi.html' title=''/><author><name>natal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00968804569589850977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9733218.post-113041181230204172</id><published>2005-10-27T18:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-27T19:22:36.140+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Even though everyone tells us to treasure our youth, because time passes very fast, I think I want to speed things forward a little bit and make time go a little faster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without forgetting the precious people and memories of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But life is so dreary, nondescript, routine and plain.. boring. It's a silly paper chase, and we're so caught up in it till we don't notice the little small things that make a difference. Yeah, it's a tiring paper chase and I want to get out of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know probably 10 years later, I'll say I want to study again. That's how we are, aren't we. Wanting one thing today, and another tomorrow. I remember when I was bumming around, I said I wanted to study again. :X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So for the past 11 (coming 12) years of my life, all I've done was to wake up early, go to school and spend half my day there, come home and play, do homework, and sleep. And it continues. I think I practically spent half my life in school. I mean, taking my English Class production as an example. I reach school at 715 am. And I don't end till like, 930pm, (as we were nearing the opening night) if we're lucky. That's 14 odd hours in school. I eat my dinner and come home at 1030,11 odd. And I go off at 630 am again. That's ridiculous. For a few days in a row, I didn't even get to see my parents, and I'm not even working. -__________-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I followed all the conformities of the Singaporean education system. I was in EM2, second class in Primary Six. Okay, that was normal. I didn't need to be elite. Then I went into Express stream, went into a JC and took an Alevel course. And to think I said I wanted to go to Poly. I think I would have died there. It's an top class bitching and gossip heaven there, oh, I forgot, plus the daily fashion show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what's the whole point of a Comprehension paper? To see if we can summarise 8 paragraphs into 130 words or less? To see if we can answer questions based on a passage? I'm sorry, I don't get it. Why are all GP essays argumentative? Why do we have to question whether the mass media is correct or not? Why do we have to give reasons to as to why the internet needs regulating? What's wrong with a narrative essay? It's easy to score? That's utter rubbish. You can write a A-class GP essay with practice and lots of practice and model based essays, but I'm sure as hell you can't write an original narrative essay with lots of practice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh there, I think I just answered my own question. All the system wants us to do is to memorise, memorise and slap everything back onto the foolscap paper. Genius.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, between someone who graduated from a top-notch university in an area of study and someone who dropped out of school, but travelled a great lot, picking up various languages and knowing different cultures, who's more knowledgeble?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can argue/debate all you want. Fact is, I'm just jaded and tired of education and the sheer rigidity of Singapore. Oh, I'm also tired of the fact that Singapore is just so damn small. This means, industries are small too. You can't take a road trip in Sinagpore because driving from one end to the other only takes 90 minutes, which is pathetic, if you want a road trip. Unless you drive up to Thailand. But the traffic in Malaysia and Thalland is disgusting. By the time to reach Thailand, I think your backside &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kai hua&lt;/span&gt;. There's also a chance of our elite cars getting knocked over by sneaky highway theives, and a chance of getting robbed. And the hassle of immigration. Sheesh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you can see, I'm griping about every single thing. Haha. I'm tired. ): I'm tired about everything and I keep sleeping these days. I haven't been to Kinokuniya to buy books for a long time. I keep procrastinating about running because the weather is just so good to just sleep in. But then on the other hand, I want to run in this weather because I won't sweat as much. Hahah. I'm starting to feel a little sick because I walked in the rain today. And I walked really slowly because I liked the rain. But now, I think I'm going to fall sick. :X Didn't help that I was around a potentially Bird Flu virus ridden Kangwei on Wednesday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But good thing about me is that once I complain and gripe, all I need is some good music and good sleep and I'll probably won't remember what happened. So next time, if you ever make me angry with you, or pissed off, or just irritated; don't worry. I'll forget all of it tomorrow. That's unless you do something really bad/stupid, like setting fire to my home or killing my parents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, at least today, I was quite amused for about 10 minutes because I had to do an interview for Janesa's PW group. It's not an interview lah! It was a politically correct video. -___________- She ask me if I was interested in politics, so I told the camera, "yah to some extent lah. I think I must at least know..." then she cut me off. "NO NAT! You must say you don't like politics!" Wah, then your interview not reliable already man. Hah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PW sucks. Sigh. I realised this is a mighty long and fine entry. If you read it, please tag me? I don't care if you're a passerby or a lurker, or stalker, or YM COM, or whatever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9733218-113041181230204172?l=strictmachine-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9733218/posts/default/113041181230204172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9733218/posts/default/113041181230204172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strictmachine-.blogspot.com/2005/10/even-though-everyone-tells-us-to.html' title=''/><author><name>natal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00968804569589850977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9733218.post-113034326608165124</id><published>2005-10-26T23:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-27T00:14:26.093+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>): What a day. Sigh. Feeling nauseous since the start of the morning. Feeling a little headache throbbing and increasing. I hope it's just a bad day and that tomorrow will be better, I hope. Long day in school tomorrow. I keep wanting to sleep these days. Hurrmpf.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9733218-113034326608165124?l=strictmachine-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9733218/posts/default/113034326608165124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9733218/posts/default/113034326608165124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strictmachine-.blogspot.com/2005/10/what-day.html' title=''/><author><name>natal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00968804569589850977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9733218.post-113022280614907864</id><published>2005-10-25T14:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-25T15:31:36.603+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Music: Am I Wry No - Mew&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's raining so damn hard now and it's thundering so badly. I'm alone at home and yes, I'm a great pansy. *whimpers* ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you know, with all the Hurricane Katrina/Wilma and the &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/El_Nino"&gt;El Nino/La Nina&lt;/a&gt; shit sometimes, I can't help but be paranoid and think that some insane hurricane or earthquake will hit us, and I WILL DIE ALONE. )': Ever since that Charlie tell us that it IS possible for us to get hit or something like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lucky I stay on the fifth floor. That's some consolation, I hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EDIT:: KYER. Thanks for the introduction of good music. First Mew then Flunk. Much love to you. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9733218-113022280614907864?l=strictmachine-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9733218/posts/default/113022280614907864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9733218/posts/default/113022280614907864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strictmachine-.blogspot.com/2005/10/music-am-i-wry-no-mew-its-raining-so.html' title=''/><author><name>natal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00968804569589850977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9733218.post-113015148639884458</id><published>2005-10-24T18:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-24T18:58:06.406+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg align="center" style="color:#F88B8B;"&gt;&lt;span style="'color:black;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are 50% Boyish and 50% Girlish&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg style="color:#A7CEFF;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are pretty evenly split down the middle - a total eunuch.&lt;br /&gt;Okay, kidding about the eunuch part. But you do get along with both sexes.&lt;br /&gt;You reject traditional gender roles. However, you don't actively fight them.&lt;br /&gt;You're just you. You don't try to be what people expect you to be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogthings.com/howboyishorgirlishareyouquiz/"&gt;How Boyish or Girlish Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I'm confused.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I MAY BE A LITTLE CHOR LOR AND LOUD OKAY. BUT I'M 100 PERCENT WOMAN. AND DAMN RIGHT YOU CAN TELL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Call me a boy/man and I'll sock you in the face. &gt;________________&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9733218-113015148639884458?l=strictmachine-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9733218/posts/default/113015148639884458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9733218/posts/default/113015148639884458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strictmachine-.blogspot.com/2005/10/you-are-50-boyish-and-50-girlish-you.html' title=''/><author><name>natal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00968804569589850977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9733218.post-112990661659706739</id><published>2005-10-21T22:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-21T22:56:56.610+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I cannot stand my brother's nonchalance. (I try to to type in caps, unless I'm yelling. Note: excessive exclamation marks and what nots are an emphasis of my rising voice and anger.) I try to re-enact the whole scene. I'm sure you can tell who's who. &gt;.&lt; &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I TELL YOU SO MANY TIMES. STOP PLAYING MAPLE STORY."&lt;br /&gt;"Why"&lt;br /&gt;"BECAUSE MY STUFF - GONE"&lt;br /&gt;"My fault meh."&lt;br /&gt;"YES. YOU MORON"&lt;br /&gt;"What, my MapleStory (stupid fucking game) never delete my things what."&lt;br /&gt;"DO YOU EVEN SAVE THINGS IN THE COMPUTER YOU MORON?!!@!@"&lt;br /&gt;"What, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;er jie &lt;/span&gt;(my second sis) never lose anything what. Why yours always gone."&lt;br /&gt;"WHHHOOO SAYS &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ER JIE &lt;/span&gt;NEVER?!@!?@!?@"&lt;br /&gt;"You tell me lah, what you lose in there."&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I start to get enraged because it seems like he's telling me it's my fault, it's none of his business and that he doubts me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"I LOST MY PW STUFF ARE YOU HAPPY. IF I DON'T GET TO UNI BECAUSE I LOST MY PW, I'M GOING TO MAKE SURE YOU HAVE NO FUTURE."&lt;br /&gt;"What, my friend play MapleStory also never like that what."&lt;br /&gt;"MY FRIEND PLAY HER DESKTOP WHOLE THING GONE OKAY."&lt;br /&gt;"But the computer also not you buy. You cannot stop me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, yes, he's right. I cannot stop him. But when his game threatens the existence of my and my sister's documents and songs (hur), WE HAVE THE RIGHT. OKAY. WE DO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"SO OKAY FINE. Next time Daddy buys a BRAND NEW computer right, you have no right to play there. Only me and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;er jie&lt;/span&gt; can use You play on this instead since nothing's on this if we get a new computer."&lt;br /&gt;"What, daddy's money what, not yours. I can play on that computer also." &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See how much he digress. From MapleStory, to the fact that I didn't buy the computer with my money. -_________- I try to be nice and compromising okay. This computer of mine works fine. In fact, I wouldn't mind claiming it as mine. As long as I reformat everything and add in MORE harddisk. Stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then my mom comes out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"SHOUT WHAT SHOUT. WHAT TIME ALR. YOUR FATHER GO TO WORK AT 4 IN THE MORNING YOU INGRATES. " &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Di di&lt;/span&gt; (youngest brother) lah! Tell him how many times already! *pouts*" (I stopped yelling btw)&lt;br /&gt;"Aiyah, leave him alone lah. He want to play let him play lah"&lt;br /&gt;"I want computer, you don't let me have computer? Hello woman, he's fault. You buy me new computer lah. Then I stop making noise, I leave him alone."&lt;br /&gt;"... Nonsense lah you..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to add, I'm not being demanding or what. Even my sister is fed up. (But she's the strong silent type. She might be the kind that would suddenly throw him down the balcony.) I have NO Microsoft Office here. YOU KNOW HOW SAD/FRUSTRATING IS THAT!?!@ Okay. People tell me to re-install. Yeah, what makes you think I don't want to uh. I am left with 300 odd MB and it's not because of my songs or what rubbish okay. My whole MS Office is gone, I should have a substantial amount of memory left. Anwyay, like I said, give me this computer also can you know. Basket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want MY own computer. ): If this happens again, I make sure I throw the keyboard, CPU and mouse directly at his head and make him forget that computers ever existed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9733218-112990661659706739?l=strictmachine-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9733218/posts/default/112990661659706739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9733218/posts/default/112990661659706739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strictmachine-.blogspot.com/2005/10/i-cannot-stand-my-brothers-nonchalance.html' title=''/><author><name>natal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00968804569589850977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9733218.post-112982208015867713</id><published>2005-10-20T23:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-20T23:28:00.193+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I will kick my brother's motherfucking ass so hard till he regrets using the computer without knowing what the hell he's doing to it. I'll make sure.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9733218-112982208015867713?l=strictmachine-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9733218/posts/default/112982208015867713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9733218/posts/default/112982208015867713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strictmachine-.blogspot.com/2005/10/i-will-kick-my-brothers-motherfucking.html' title=''/><author><name>natal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00968804569589850977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9733218.post-112972697453161796</id><published>2005-10-19T21:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-19T21:02:54.540+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Music: Light The Match - Mirah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so glad my girlfriends love Stairway to Heaven too. :D&lt;br /&gt;Karen: Thanks, but I also know the ending already. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got my results back. They were okay. I won't post them here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No dinner today. Hungry. ):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9733218-112972697453161796?l=strictmachine-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9733218/posts/default/112972697453161796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9733218/posts/default/112972697453161796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strictmachine-.blogspot.com/2005/10/music-light-match-mirah-im-so-glad-my.html' title=''/><author><name>natal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00968804569589850977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9733218.post-112965192427857743</id><published>2005-10-19T00:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-19T00:12:04.286+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Han Jingshu has eye cancer and her stupid oppa doesn't know!! ): ): ): ):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9733218-112965192427857743?l=strictmachine-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9733218/posts/default/112965192427857743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9733218/posts/default/112965192427857743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strictmachine-.blogspot.com/2005/10/han-jingshu-has-eye-cancer-and-her.html' title=''/><author><name>natal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00968804569589850977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9733218.post-112956447407136138</id><published>2005-10-17T23:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-17T23:54:34.080+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yah okay, so I'm kinda addicted to Stairway To Heaven. That 10 o'clock show on Channel U every Monday and Tuesday. My first Korean soap. My sister and I are so obessed about him until we're thinking of getting the VCD series.  (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kwon Sang Woo is toooooo cute. aslkdalkdjlkgalkhj&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9733218-112956447407136138?l=strictmachine-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9733218/posts/default/112956447407136138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9733218/posts/default/112956447407136138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strictmachine-.blogspot.com/2005/10/yah-okay-so-im-kinda-addicted-to.html' title=''/><author><name>natal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00968804569589850977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9733218.post-112930520757163878</id><published>2005-10-14T23:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-14T23:53:27.583+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Music: Chihiro's Theme - Hisaishi Joe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I think Coral and Victoria had their graduation. Yesterday, the J2s had theirs. I still remember my Secondary 4 graduation. I spent it at home. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know if I regret not going for grad. On retrospect, I think I don't. The only people I missed were those that weren't from my class, and I knew that I would never (hopefully) lose contact with these silly people. I have the powerpoint burnt onto a CD and I kept it, and when I saw it for the first time, I er teared. Haha. Sheesh, luckily I wasn't there in school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, I think I (we) take graduation too seriously. I must learn that graduation is just something formal just to appease us, and just to kick us out. Nothing sad about that. You choose who you want to keep in contact with and I believe over this past 9 months, we've chosen who we want to keep. *kisses you guys*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9733218-112930520757163878?l=strictmachine-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9733218/posts/default/112930520757163878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9733218/posts/default/112930520757163878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strictmachine-.blogspot.com/2005/10/music-chihiros-theme-hisaishi-joe.html' title=''/><author><name>natal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00968804569589850977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9733218.post-112919692756073695</id><published>2005-10-13T17:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-13T17:49:30.150+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Each time I walk to Suntec City (via Citilink), I see &lt;a href="http://www.expsingapore.com/articledetail.aspx?a=531&amp;c=187&amp;sc=202"&gt;Balaclava&lt;/a&gt; and I have this urge to just sit in and look around. Just because it looks nice, exclusive, but yet, not that really exclusive, because it's at the side of Suntec. Get what I mean?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then again, I'm not the clubbing kind. I don't think I am anyway.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9733218-112919692756073695?l=strictmachine-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9733218/posts/default/112919692756073695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9733218/posts/default/112919692756073695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strictmachine-.blogspot.com/2005/10/each-time-i-walk-to-suntec-city-via.html' title=''/><author><name>natal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00968804569589850977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9733218.post-112913300390831039</id><published>2005-10-12T23:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-13T00:03:23.933+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Music: You Pretty Good Lookin - Whirlwind Heat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow, I will attempt to :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Go to the PO at White Sands to collect my package.&lt;br /&gt;2. Try to make my EZ Link card (if I have enough cash/time)&lt;br /&gt;3. Buy groceries and try to make cookies with a toaster (whata joke)&lt;br /&gt;4. Watch more DVDs. (VideoEZ!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope can lah. The joker of my mother finish up alll the salt and she never replenish. -___-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I end at 10 tomorrow. Hopefully PW lecture don't dilly-dally and waste my stupid time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9733218-112913300390831039?l=strictmachine-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9733218/posts/default/112913300390831039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9733218/posts/default/112913300390831039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strictmachine-.blogspot.com/2005/10/music-you-pretty-good-lookin-whirlwind.html' title=''/><author><name>natal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00968804569589850977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9733218.post-112895909180156021</id><published>2005-10-10T23:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-10T23:44:51.810+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Regret.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9733218-112895909180156021?l=strictmachine-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9733218/posts/default/112895909180156021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9733218/posts/default/112895909180156021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strictmachine-.blogspot.com/2005/10/regret.html' title=''/><author><name>natal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00968804569589850977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9733218.post-112874789329326921</id><published>2005-10-08T13:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-08T13:11:20.780+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Music: The Only Moment We Were Alone - Explosions In The Sky&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like eating some doughnuts and French toast. Some scrambled eggs with cheese. Some cream-based pasta. Some pizza. Some delicious chocolate coated rice doughnut. CARBO overload. :X I think I'll go purchase one (doughnut) before I go for the barbecue tonight. I hope there's some good food there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clare, I love you, and I'll be there for you. *hugs*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9733218-112874789329326921?l=strictmachine-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9733218/posts/default/112874789329326921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9733218/posts/default/112874789329326921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strictmachine-.blogspot.com/2005/10/music-only-moment-we-were-alone.html' title=''/><author><name>natal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00968804569589850977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
