<?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-2092080285650459014</id><updated>2012-02-16T16:13:33.325+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Drifting Through The Clouds...</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flight-of-distant-dreams.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2092080285650459014/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flight-of-distant-dreams.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Aristera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14758509830588264111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>90</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2092080285650459014.post-6279879949132250409</id><published>2010-03-11T02:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-11T02:37:36.484+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So tired, yet I can't get myself to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Account on one of my gaming thingies got hacked awhile ago. It's my first hacking incident, and honestly, since I've not been there for at least a year, I don't care about the virtual items I've lost. I only care that my brother and I use repetitive usernames/passes for the accounts on any game we play, and that is worrying me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate it. I want to write something. Draw someone. But it's never up to par with my expectations. I expected it a whole lot better. But miracles don't happen with someone who does not practice. My violin is breaking, I can tell from the sobs that reach my ears every time I play it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do I come to Blogger for solace?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know. Maybe because the likelihood of someone coming over here to read it is extremely unlikely? I get to rant all I like, on paper/screen. It makes me feel happier. Somehow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to die early. I really don't want to. There's so many things I want to try with her, haha... My dearest Kinokuniya raid partner. Been friends for so long, huh? We've even talked about living together in the future, me and my fantasy of a bigass fountain. xD !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to die. I will defy it as long as I can, as long as I can hold... But I'm scared, and so afraid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ari's quizzes are interesting to read at night...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;How mentally unstable are you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] You have screamed at an inanimate object for 'hurting you.' [Only on ragemodes?]&lt;br /&gt;[x] You have ran into a glass/screen door. [All the time.]&lt;br /&gt;[x] You have jumped out of a moving vehicle. [By accident, and almost lost my arm on one occasion.]&lt;br /&gt;[x] You have thought of something funny and laughed, and then people gave you weird looks. [Sometimes, thinking is way faster than talking.]&lt;br /&gt;[x] You have run into a tree/bush. [All the time...]&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You have been called a blond. [I'd punch anyone who'd dare.]&lt;br /&gt;TOTAL: 5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You know that it IS possible to lick your elbow.&lt;br /&gt;[x] You just tried to lick your elbow. [No srs.]&lt;br /&gt;[x] You never knew that the Alphabet and Twinkle, Twinkle Little Star had the same melody [... Are you freaking serious?]&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You just sang them to make sure.&lt;br /&gt;[x] You have tripped on your own feet and fallen. [adfkjhwerndsd. IT TAKES SKILL TO TRIP ON FLAT SURFACES, KAYYY.]&lt;br /&gt;[x] You have choked on your own spit. [...]&lt;br /&gt;TOTAL: 9&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You have seen the Matrix and still don't get it.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You type with three fingers or less.&lt;br /&gt;[x] You have accidentally caught something on fire. [This is bad.]&lt;br /&gt;[x] You tried to drink out of a straw, but it went into your nose. [................]&lt;br /&gt;[x] You have caught yourself drooling. [... When I wake up. &gt;:]&lt;br /&gt;TOTAL: 12&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] You have fallen asleep in class. [All the time. I bet I will tomorrow, too.]&lt;br /&gt;[x] Sometimes you just can't stop thinking. [Assessing information... Re-assessing... Re-assessing.]&lt;br /&gt;[x] Sometimes when you are telling a story you forget what you are talking about. [Umm... Yeah! This-- No wait, this belongs somewhere else...]&lt;br /&gt;[ ] People often shake their heads and walk away from you.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You are often told to use your 'inside voice.'&lt;br /&gt;TOTAL: 15&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] You use your fingers to do simple math. [lkjlkmawelrkmsdas...]&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You have eaten a bug accidentally&lt;br /&gt;[x] You are taking this test when you should be doing something more important. [Sleeping. Angsting doesn't count.]&lt;br /&gt;[x] You have put your clothes on backwards or inside out, and didn't realize it. [My pants. I swear it looks the same, but it's houseclothes, soo...]&lt;br /&gt;[x] You've looked all over for something and realized it was in your hand/pocket the whole time. e.g. picks, cards, pens, phones, money, keys etc. [Where the *#$&amp; is my housekey?!... Oh. It's... On the table...]&lt;br /&gt;TOTAL: 19&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You have posted bulletins because you are scared that what they say will happen if you don't. [Fuck that shit, seriously. I should have died over a hundred times if I did.]&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You break a lot of things.&lt;br /&gt;[x] You tilt your head when you're confused. [Reflex. Nothing more... &gt;:]&lt;br /&gt;[x] You have fallen out of your chair before. [Zzzzz... zomgbbqWAAAAAAAH!!]&lt;br /&gt;[x] When you're lying in bed, you try to find pictures in the texture on the ceiling. [There're clouds up mine. ^^]&lt;br /&gt;[x] The word "um" is used frequently. [Um... What was I about to say?]&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You don't know what "um" means.&lt;br /&gt;[x] You say "what" and "huh" a lot. ["What?!" is usually said with frustration and anger, but I guess it counts... "Huh", not so much.]&lt;br /&gt;[x] You plan to use a calculator to multiply your score for this bulletin. [YesIam.]&lt;br /&gt;TOTAL: 25&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take your total,&lt;br /&gt;Multiply by 4,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Put the title as : I'm 100% mentally unstable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh fuck. I didn't need a calculator after all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Rebecca, Altariel&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2092080285650459014-6279879949132250409?l=flight-of-distant-dreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flight-of-distant-dreams.blogspot.com/feeds/6279879949132250409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2092080285650459014&amp;postID=6279879949132250409' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2092080285650459014/posts/default/6279879949132250409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2092080285650459014/posts/default/6279879949132250409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flight-of-distant-dreams.blogspot.com/2010/03/so-tired-yet-i-cant-get-myself-to-sleep.html' title=''/><author><name>Aristera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14758509830588264111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2092080285650459014.post-4259925432956172555</id><published>2010-01-31T01:18:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-31T01:18:50.930+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sis told me to post this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2092080285650459014-4259925432956172555?l=flight-of-distant-dreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flight-of-distant-dreams.blogspot.com/feeds/4259925432956172555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2092080285650459014&amp;postID=4259925432956172555' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2092080285650459014/posts/default/4259925432956172555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2092080285650459014/posts/default/4259925432956172555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flight-of-distant-dreams.blogspot.com/2010/01/sis-told-me-to-post-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Aristera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14758509830588264111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2092080285650459014.post-7854927018552739855</id><published>2009-11-15T00:12:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-15T00:12:36.159+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>COPYPASTA FROM EDEN'S BLOGGG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dated: Friday, October 09, 2009. [What, you expected 2010? Or 2012?!]&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;Rules of the game: Once you are tagged, you MUST DO this quiz and tag 16 friends, including the person who tagged you. Copy and paste everything, do it and repost the title with whatever rank you were given. Ranks are given at the bottom of this note. If you have done something in this school which is indicated by the sentence, mark the [ ] on the left side of the thing you have done with a X. Let the game begin.&lt;br /&gt;Level 1:&lt;br /&gt;[X] Sleep in class. [I don't even try counting anymore.]&lt;br /&gt;[X] Talked in class.  [SAINT SEA HATT!!]&lt;br /&gt;[X] Not seating at your own place in class.&lt;br /&gt;[X] Scolded by a teacher.&lt;br /&gt;[X] Litter the classroom.&lt;br /&gt;[X] Did not do your homework at least 15 times.&lt;br /&gt;[X] Submitted your homework late at least 10 times.&lt;br /&gt;[X] Came late for school at least 10 times. [The security guard knows me. O_O]&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Brought/wore home clothes without school's permission.&lt;br /&gt;[X] Brought/wore jewellery to school.&lt;br /&gt;[X] Did not pay attention in class for at least 60% of the time. [Blame handphones, friends, doodlebooks and general idiotic guys in the class room.]&lt;br /&gt;[X] Cried out "sian" or "wa lao wei" and "diam cet lar" to the teacher. [...]&lt;br /&gt;[X] Plucked a flower/ killed a plant in school.&lt;br /&gt;[X] Copied other people's homework in desperation. &lt;br /&gt;[X] Played a trick on your classmates/teacher.&lt;br /&gt;Total so far: 14&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Level 2:&lt;br /&gt;[X] Sent for detention class. [For being violent.]&lt;br /&gt;[X] Late in class. &lt;br /&gt;[X] Not wearing your school uniform (if you have) properly.&lt;br /&gt;[X] Shouted at the top of your voice during lesson time. [HAHAHA.]&lt;br /&gt;[X] Scolding vulgarities in class.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Spotted hairstyle deemed unacceptable by the school.&lt;br /&gt;[X] Used a school facility without school's permission.&lt;br /&gt;[X] Played soccer/basketball or any other sports in classroom.&lt;br /&gt;[X] Singing loudly during lesson.&lt;br /&gt;[X] Walking around the class aimlessly during lesson time.&lt;br /&gt;[X] Did not greet the teacher properly&lt;br /&gt;[X] Went to the toilet during lesson time without permission. [CHER! I HAAVE TO GO!!!]&lt;br /&gt;[X] Played a trick on the teacher during April fools.&lt;br /&gt;[X] Used the teacher's table as a rubbish dump.&lt;br /&gt;[X] Made yourself a nuisance to the teacher.&lt;br /&gt;Total so far: 28 [... This isn't looking too well for me, isn't it?]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Level 3:&lt;br /&gt;[X] Was asked to stay back after school/ break time.&lt;br /&gt;[X] Made a fool out of morning assembly. [... Primary Two. Don't ask. I died of embarrassment.]&lt;br /&gt;[X] Wasted the school's toilet paper. [...]&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Sabotaged someone.&lt;br /&gt;[X] Irritated someone. [Always, always.]&lt;br /&gt;Total so far: 32&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Level 4:&lt;br /&gt;[X] Forged your parent's signature.&lt;br /&gt;[X] Forged a classmate's signature. [This is mostly for fun. I never actually used it.]&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Forged a teacher's signature.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Made rude remarks to the school cleaners in front of them.&lt;br /&gt;[X] Flew a paper aeroplane down from the school from at least the fourth storey. [Until it took a 180-degree turn into the radiator, yes.]&lt;br /&gt;Total so far: 35&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Level 5:&lt;br /&gt;[X] Fiddling with your handphone during lesson time. [Who doesn't?!]&lt;br /&gt;[X] Played with your PSP in school. &lt;br /&gt;[X] Using school computer to play games without a teacher's permission.&lt;br /&gt;[X] Listened to an MP3 player in school.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Messed with the teacher's pigeon hole. [Oh. Primary school days... XD]&lt;br /&gt;Total so far: 39&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Level 6:&lt;br /&gt;[X] Vandalising with school property. [Liquid paper and table.]&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Tried to defame your school in public.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Used the internet to scold teachers.&lt;br /&gt;[X] Fought with someone in school. [Believe it.]&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Shoplifted in school.&lt;br /&gt;Total so far: 41&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Level 7:&lt;br /&gt;[X] Cheated in a class test. [FFA in my class...]&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Cheated in a school examination. &lt;br /&gt;[ ] Cheated for your PSLE/ GCE 'O' or 'A' Level Examination. &lt;br /&gt;[X] Lied to your teacher.&lt;br /&gt;[X] Played truancy for hall assemblies/ specific lessons. [Perks of being an Admin. Student. Best part the teacher didn't tell on me.]&lt;br /&gt;Total so far: 44&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Level 8:&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Took drugs in school&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Smoked in school.&lt;br /&gt;[X] Set fire to something in the school. [I'm a pyromaniac...]&lt;br /&gt;[X] Locked the teacher out of the classroom. [Secondary school. Intentional or not. My lock has problems.]&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Played truancy just after coming to school just to take attendance.&lt;br /&gt;Total so far: 46&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Level 9:&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Refused to pay school fees.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Cheated the school money.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Stole things which belonged to the school.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Bullied someone in school.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Pranked called your school.&lt;br /&gt;Total so far: 46&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Level :10&lt;br /&gt;[X] Raised your voice/shouted against a student leader. [My colleagues.]&lt;br /&gt;[X] Raised your voice/shouted against a teacher. [OBJECTION!]&lt;br /&gt;[X] Raised your voice/shouted against your discipline master/mistress. [CHALLENGE AUTHORITY!]&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Raised your voice/shouted against your vice-principal.&lt;br /&gt;[X] Raised your voice/shouted against your principal. [WHAT KIND OF BS ARE YOU SPOUTING?!]&lt;br /&gt;Total so far: 50 [I do not lie about this section. The only reason it never happened for my VP is probably because I don't see her.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Level :11&lt;br /&gt;[X] Brought weapons to the school. [Gigantic scissors... Penknife? Carving set?]&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Brought real firearms to the school. [Do it Sergeant Sagara style!]&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Brought a real bomb to the school. &lt;br /&gt;[ ] Fired a real weapon in the school with the motive to frighten/kill.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Dressed up as a terrorist to school.&lt;br /&gt;Grand total : 51 [Wow.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are between 0-15 -------------{I am a good student}&lt;br /&gt;If you are between 16-20------------{I am a good student but with occasional trouble}&lt;br /&gt;If you are between 21-30------------{I am an average student}&lt;br /&gt;If you are between 31-40------------{I am a bad student}&lt;br /&gt;f you are between 41-50------------{I am a very bad student}&lt;br /&gt;If you are between 51-60------------{I should have been caned by the discipline master}&lt;br /&gt;If you are between 61-65------------{I should have been expelled from school}&lt;br /&gt;If you are between 66-75------------{I should have been sent to a reformatory centre &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;So sue me. I don't take things lying down. Part TEW! Numero Dos~&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;001. Real Name: *points to profile*&lt;br /&gt;002. Nickname(s): "Ghost" , "The beast" ... &lt;br /&gt;003. Age: Know if you do. Shut up about asking if you don't.&lt;br /&gt;004. Horoscope: Aquarius&lt;br /&gt;005. Gender: Female&lt;br /&gt;006. Elementary: Is this Kindergarden?&lt;br /&gt;007. Primary school: Meridian Primary... &lt;br /&gt;008. Secondary school: HSCS.&lt;br /&gt;009. College: Probably heading for a Poly. In either case, I don't have one yet.&lt;br /&gt;010. Hair colour: Black, but I'm told it's brown.&lt;br /&gt;011. Hair length: Waist-length.&lt;br /&gt;012. Loud or Quiet: Quiet mostly. But I can be very, very noisy.&lt;br /&gt;013. Sweats or Jeans: Jeans.&lt;br /&gt;014: Phone or camera: Phone. I dislike photos...&lt;br /&gt;015. Health Freak: No? I probably have a lot of diseases I refuse to get treated for...&lt;br /&gt;016. Drink or Smoke: Drink-ed once. Didn't like it.&lt;br /&gt;017. Do you have a crush on someone: Yes..&lt;br /&gt;018. Eat or Drink: Drink? &lt;br /&gt;019. Piercings: Nada.&lt;br /&gt;020. Tattoos: ... Are you assessing if I'm a terrorist or something?&lt;br /&gt;021. Social or Anti-social: Anti-social.&lt;br /&gt;022. Righty or lefty: Righty~&lt;br /&gt;023. First piercing: Don't have one~&lt;br /&gt;024. First relationship: What gives you the right to know?&lt;br /&gt;025. First Best Friend: Eden or Leone take the closest ties.&lt;br /&gt;026. First Award: Can't remember. Kindie counts?&lt;br /&gt;027. First Kiss: ...?&lt;br /&gt;028. First Pet: Royale, the best dog in the world.&lt;br /&gt;029. First Big Vacation: Genting...?&lt;br /&gt;030. First Love at first sight: Go shoot yourself.&lt;br /&gt;031. First Big Birthday: Probably not that I remember. My birthdays are pretty tame.&lt;br /&gt;032. First Surgery: When I was younger. Don't remember.&lt;br /&gt;033. Unique or Common: Unique&lt;br /&gt;034. Orange or Apple juice: OJ, BISHES!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;035. Rock or Rap: Rap.&lt;br /&gt;036. Country or Screamo: Country~&lt;br /&gt;037. NSYNC or Backstreet boys: Backstreet Boys. Don't know NSYNC.&lt;br /&gt;038. Britney Spears or Christina Aguilera: Bimbo 1 or Bimbo 2? Let me see...&lt;br /&gt;039. Night or Day: Night. Though I don't like going out much.&lt;br /&gt;040. Sun or Moon: Moonlight~&lt;br /&gt;041. TV or Internet: Intranatz.!&lt;br /&gt;042. Playstation or XboX: Tough choice. My life revolved on the PS1, but there would be no Halo without Xbox...&lt;br /&gt;043. Kiss or hug: Huggles! &lt;br /&gt;044. Iguana or turtle: Turtle. &lt;br /&gt;045. Spider or bee: GRAB THE NEWSPAPER!!&lt;br /&gt;046. Fall or spring: Fall~ I'm yet to see one though.&lt;br /&gt;047. limewire or iTunes: iTunes. Influenced by sibling.&lt;br /&gt;048. Soccer or baseball: Soccer. Baseball always turned out to be Rugbys anyway.&lt;br /&gt;049. Eating: Dango.&lt;br /&gt;050. Drinking: Mountain Dew.&lt;br /&gt;051. Excitement level: Close to Nil.&lt;br /&gt;052. I'm about to: Curse at you for making this so long.&lt;br /&gt;053. Listening to: Joint - Mami Kawada&lt;br /&gt;054. Plan for today: Play AION, talk to my friends, finish my RP posts, and this?&lt;br /&gt;055. Waiting for: Time to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;056. Energy Level: Waking state.&lt;br /&gt;057. Thinking of someone: One. If she's still drunk.&lt;br /&gt;058. Want kids: Why not get laid instead? Go on, I'm not stopping you.&lt;br /&gt;059. Want to get married: Probably not?&lt;br /&gt;060. When: *cracks knuckles*&lt;br /&gt;061. How many kids: ...  &lt;br /&gt;062. Any name on the mind: Arietta? I'm talking to her now.&lt;br /&gt;063. Love or Money : Either one is good.&lt;br /&gt;064. Acting or Singing : Acting.&lt;br /&gt;065. Mellow future or wild: *shrug*&lt;br /&gt;066. Something you would never try: Bianca's Poison Cooking. [KHR Ref.]&lt;br /&gt;067. Which is the better in the guy/girl you like(in the future): Huh...? English fail?&lt;br /&gt;068. Lips or Eyes: Eyes. They're pretty, most of the time.&lt;br /&gt;069. Romantic or Funny: Funny.&lt;br /&gt;070. Shorter or Taller: Tall.&lt;br /&gt;071. Protective or Caring: Too caring and you piss me off. Over-protective and you piss me off too. ALL THINGS IN MODERATION, DALAI LAMA.&lt;br /&gt;072. Romantic or Spontaneous: Spontaneous!! .&lt;br /&gt;073. Nice Stomach or Nice Arms: How do you even check?&lt;br /&gt;074. Sensitive or Loud: Terrorist check-up alert. BEEP BEEP!&lt;br /&gt;075. Hook-up or Relationship: Rururururu~&lt;br /&gt;076. Trouble Maker or Hesitant: Trouble maker! You've got one life, live it!&lt;br /&gt;077. Muscular or normal: Normal?&lt;br /&gt;078. Kissed a stranger: Suck a dick. &gt;&gt;;&lt;br /&gt;079. Broken a bone: Yes,&lt;br /&gt;080. Lost glasses or contacts: Lost my contacts.&lt;br /&gt;081. Ran away from home: Nope, as now.&lt;br /&gt;082. Held a gun/knife for self defense: Knife.&lt;br /&gt;083. Killed somebody: You called a Hitman, sir? &lt;br /&gt;084. Broken someone's heart: Not for me to decide.&lt;br /&gt;085. Had your heart broken: Hmm.&lt;br /&gt;086. Been arrested: No.&lt;br /&gt;087. Cried when someone died: Yes.&lt;br /&gt;088. Liked a friend more than a friend: Besttt friend?&lt;br /&gt;089. Do you believe in yourself: Depends on situation.&lt;br /&gt;090. Miracles: Yes. But don't hold your breath for one.&lt;br /&gt;091. Love at first sight: Crap.&lt;br /&gt;092. Heaven: Hell sounds more realistic.&lt;br /&gt;093. When do you want to die: In my 58+s. That's when the backaches, wrinkles, shit happens.&lt;br /&gt;094. Tooth Fairy: ... No?&lt;br /&gt;095. Kiss on the first date: No date. o.o&lt;br /&gt;096. Angels: Probably.&lt;br /&gt;097. Is there 1 person you want to be with right now?: Mmhm.&lt;br /&gt;098. Are you seriously happy with where you're in life now: No, not really.&lt;br /&gt;099. How do you feel now : Bored-er than I started.&lt;br /&gt;100. Post as 100 truths and tag 10 people:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;^--- Too much effort, and too lazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sleeeeepy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Riviera, Altariel&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2092080285650459014-7854927018552739855?l=flight-of-distant-dreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flight-of-distant-dreams.blogspot.com/feeds/7854927018552739855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2092080285650459014&amp;postID=7854927018552739855' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2092080285650459014/posts/default/7854927018552739855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2092080285650459014/posts/default/7854927018552739855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flight-of-distant-dreams.blogspot.com/2009/11/copypasta-from-edens-bloggg.html' title=''/><author><name>Aristera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14758509830588264111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2092080285650459014.post-2386368447866973172</id><published>2009-11-14T23:33:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-14T23:35:10.639+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>[s]OKAY LA, WA PIANG EH.[/s]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(?! Scripting didn't work?!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. Since a lot of people are asking me to update, and I'm bored, plus, I have no idea what to do, I'll go and catch up on the quizzes that Eden has been bombarding me with...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... Hey, you said update. You never indicated with WHAT KIND OF CONTENT. O_O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so the madness will revive itself once again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May be planning a blog revamp in the near future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Riviera, Altariel&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2092080285650459014-2386368447866973172?l=flight-of-distant-dreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flight-of-distant-dreams.blogspot.com/feeds/2386368447866973172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2092080285650459014&amp;postID=2386368447866973172' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2092080285650459014/posts/default/2386368447866973172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2092080285650459014/posts/default/2386368447866973172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flight-of-distant-dreams.blogspot.com/2009/11/sokay-la-wa-piang-eh_14.html' title=''/><author><name>Aristera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14758509830588264111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2092080285650459014.post-829388434335189171</id><published>2009-11-14T23:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-14T23:34:48.102+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>[s]OKAY LA, WA PIANG EH.[/s]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. Since a lot of people are asking me to update, and I'm bored, plus, I have no idea what to do, I'll go and catch up on the quizzes that Eden has been bombarding me with...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... Hey, you said update. You never indicated with WHAT KIND OF CONTENT. O_O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so the madness will revive itself once again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May be planning a blog revamp in the near future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Riviera, Altariel&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2092080285650459014-829388434335189171?l=flight-of-distant-dreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flight-of-distant-dreams.blogspot.com/feeds/829388434335189171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2092080285650459014&amp;postID=829388434335189171' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2092080285650459014/posts/default/829388434335189171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2092080285650459014/posts/default/829388434335189171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flight-of-distant-dreams.blogspot.com/2009/11/sokay-la-wa-piang-eh.html' title=''/><author><name>Aristera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14758509830588264111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2092080285650459014.post-4921476118727825408</id><published>2009-09-01T23:13:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T23:13:48.823+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Off to slit wrists because the fucking PSP just doesn't work whenever I need it most.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2092080285650459014-4921476118727825408?l=flight-of-distant-dreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flight-of-distant-dreams.blogspot.com/feeds/4921476118727825408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2092080285650459014&amp;postID=4921476118727825408' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2092080285650459014/posts/default/4921476118727825408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2092080285650459014/posts/default/4921476118727825408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flight-of-distant-dreams.blogspot.com/2009/09/off-to-slit-wrists-because-fucking-psp.html' title=''/><author><name>Aristera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14758509830588264111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2092080285650459014.post-6941219902934068735</id><published>2009-06-09T06:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T06:51:27.380+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I got stitches again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For a sick reason it feels okay, [which it shouldn't, but screw dat...]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arr...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2092080285650459014-6941219902934068735?l=flight-of-distant-dreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flight-of-distant-dreams.blogspot.com/feeds/6941219902934068735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2092080285650459014&amp;postID=6941219902934068735' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2092080285650459014/posts/default/6941219902934068735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2092080285650459014/posts/default/6941219902934068735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flight-of-distant-dreams.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-got-stitches-again.html' title=''/><author><name>Aristera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14758509830588264111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2092080285650459014.post-2290850430163292601</id><published>2009-06-02T15:20:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T15:21:04.587+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE SIMS 3!!!!N IT'S FINALLY IN MY HANDS!!1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAAAAAAA!!111&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, if I can just get the wrapper open without using violent force................&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2092080285650459014-2290850430163292601?l=flight-of-distant-dreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flight-of-distant-dreams.blogspot.com/feeds/2290850430163292601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2092080285650459014&amp;postID=2290850430163292601' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2092080285650459014/posts/default/2290850430163292601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2092080285650459014/posts/default/2290850430163292601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flight-of-distant-dreams.blogspot.com/2009/06/ahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha.html' title=''/><author><name>Aristera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14758509830588264111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2092080285650459014.post-1583477469617618923</id><published>2009-05-29T03:20:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T03:28:49.485+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm so tired...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Didn't sleep much yesterday because of toopid I.P.W thing... Report I didn't finish and needed to plan my essayyy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Woke up with a super nose bleed that wouldn't stop, and I can't stop sneezing either so that went to more detailed planning...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Went to school, found out team mates didn't do anything about I.P.W at all, screwed them upside down and later finding out they went for a movie the day before&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Ended up typing the whole 1,000 word report on my own with some explict comical [To me during that time] content. Questionable content omitted to Friend's advice. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Also got into a minor fight with another gungho student who thinks he so big that I'm not tempted to push him down the stairs. [Mind you, it's 2nd story to 1st story straight on. Not the curvy wurly types.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Writing essay now. Mimimum of 800 words, but at the rate my plot is going, I'm going over twice or even thrice that amount...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Violin class and I kinda screwed up in the afternoon...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Need to carry books back from schoool...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Plus report book coming back........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-My eyes are going to clossseeee....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&gt; Time of writing : Approx. 3.26a.m. &lt;br /&gt;         Word Count: 1,259&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Altariel&lt;br /&gt;... Is dying of sleep-deprivatioon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2092080285650459014-1583477469617618923?l=flight-of-distant-dreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flight-of-distant-dreams.blogspot.com/feeds/1583477469617618923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2092080285650459014&amp;postID=1583477469617618923' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2092080285650459014/posts/default/1583477469617618923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2092080285650459014/posts/default/1583477469617618923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flight-of-distant-dreams.blogspot.com/2009/05/im-so-tired.html' title=''/><author><name>Aristera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14758509830588264111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2092080285650459014.post-3845304305542866898</id><published>2009-05-22T16:11:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T16:14:28.237+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Someone named Shino has tickets to the Final Fantasy Concert.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I got denied because parents sed no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... ... ... .... ... I'm gonna go rage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quietly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GYAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!! BY THE TIME I GET MY OWN CONSENT, THAT GUY MAY HAVE PREMATURELY EXPIREEEEEEEEEEEEEEDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RAAAAAGGGGGGGGGGGGGEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Content omitted for the sake of irrevelency.-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2092080285650459014-3845304305542866898?l=flight-of-distant-dreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flight-of-distant-dreams.blogspot.com/feeds/3845304305542866898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2092080285650459014&amp;postID=3845304305542866898' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2092080285650459014/posts/default/3845304305542866898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2092080285650459014/posts/default/3845304305542866898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flight-of-distant-dreams.blogspot.com/2009/05/someone-named-shino-has-tickets-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Aristera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14758509830588264111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2092080285650459014.post-2690145548483206474</id><published>2009-05-05T23:56:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T00:41:58.769+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Uh.. okay...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just went out to watch Wolverine... [First movie in months!]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bought Mana Khemia: Alchemists of Al-Revis - Student Alliance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RPG game with luvs x3 &lt;333 ROXIS AND THE MANA OF LIGHT!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exam nao as well. I am so gonna get full marks for Chinese letter writing. Model answer with only one sentence in paragraph 2. [So impaired she can't even read the question!]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't feel like in a blogging mood [extreme crap-action mood more like...] soz I edn here for 2dae.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kthxbai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's this Cup Walker [It's a bubbletea shop.] near the shopping center I frequent. Apparently, Eden was SO nice to point out it spelt 'Grape Juice' as 'Gape Juice'. I went on to laugh at this until she pointed out that we were lucky it didn't take out the 'G' instead...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't get it? 'Grape' - G = 'Rape'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Rape Juice', anyone? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Altariel&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2092080285650459014-2690145548483206474?l=flight-of-distant-dreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flight-of-distant-dreams.blogspot.com/feeds/2690145548483206474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2092080285650459014&amp;postID=2690145548483206474' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2092080285650459014/posts/default/2690145548483206474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2092080285650459014/posts/default/2690145548483206474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flight-of-distant-dreams.blogspot.com/2009/05/uh.html' title=''/><author><name>Aristera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14758509830588264111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2092080285650459014.post-1399130391789966563</id><published>2009-04-10T21:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T21:28:40.324+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Lance's Blogggg. O_O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jung Explorer Test&lt;br /&gt;Actualized type: INTP&lt;br /&gt;(who you are)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;INTP - "Architect". Greatest precision in thought and language. Can readily discern contradictions and inconsistencies. The world exists primarily to be understood. 3.3% of total population.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Preferred type: ISTJ&lt;br /&gt;(who you prefer to be)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ISTJ - "Trustee". Decisiveness in practical affairs. Guardian of time- honored institutions. Dependable. 11.6% of total population.  &lt;br /&gt;Attraction type: ISTJ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(who you are attracted to)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ISTJ - "Trustee". Decisiveness in practical affairs. Guardian of time- honored institutions. Dependable. 11.6% of total population.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't put the whole shortcut in because it somehow formats my whole blog...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2092080285650459014-1399130391789966563?l=flight-of-distant-dreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flight-of-distant-dreams.blogspot.com/feeds/1399130391789966563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2092080285650459014&amp;postID=1399130391789966563' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2092080285650459014/posts/default/1399130391789966563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2092080285650459014/posts/default/1399130391789966563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flight-of-distant-dreams.blogspot.com/2009/04/lances-blogggg_10.html' title=''/><author><name>Aristera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14758509830588264111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2092080285650459014.post-3292431103218885650</id><published>2009-03-30T18:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T18:52:35.903+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Our laundry room is flooded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First it was just a few spats of water coming out. No big trouble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then it changed that everytime I walked into the laundry it would be damp, like you just mopped it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 hours ago there was definately a 2cm water height on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now at current time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a mini-wavepool that threatens to flood my kitchen and induce the wrath of the all-massacre-ing mother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2092080285650459014-3292431103218885650?l=flight-of-distant-dreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flight-of-distant-dreams.blogspot.com/feeds/3292431103218885650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2092080285650459014&amp;postID=3292431103218885650' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2092080285650459014/posts/default/3292431103218885650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2092080285650459014/posts/default/3292431103218885650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flight-of-distant-dreams.blogspot.com/2009/03/our-laundry-room-is-flooded.html' title=''/><author><name>Aristera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14758509830588264111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2092080285650459014.post-1986848129838508144</id><published>2009-03-27T13:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T13:56:56.889+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Some random stuff I found in my drawer...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toilet Seat Cleaner&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10 Diphenoxylate 2.5MG, Atropine sulf tab&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take 1 tablet 3 times a day when neccesary&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May cause drowsincess. If affected, do not drive or operate maachinery&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13/02/2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A pack of tissues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some Party Glitter Gloss I never used when I bought a magazine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some receipt with ':D' on the back of it:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NTUC FAIRPRICE&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.P/CRACKS S.CRO    160G     2.20&lt;br /&gt;W.L PRAWN ROLL      200G     4.50&lt;br /&gt;C. JAGABEE ORIG     400G     1.85&lt;br /&gt;C. JAGABEE ORIG     400G     1.85&lt;br /&gt;FS C/?   REG         .34     6.20&lt;br /&gt;TICTAC ORANGE        -       1.20&lt;br /&gt;NES RTD MOCCA 6PK    -       5.50&lt;br /&gt;CHINA FRAGRANT PEAR  -       2.44&lt;br /&gt;GLICO POCKY STRAW    47G     0.87&lt;br /&gt;GLICO POCKY STRAW    47G     0.87&lt;br /&gt;GLICO POCKY CHOC     50G     0.87&lt;br /&gt;GLICO POCKY CHOC     50G     0.87&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;    -SUBTOTAL               28.63&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ROUNDING ADJUSTMENTS         0.03&lt;br /&gt;TOTAL INCLUDES GST          28.60&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CASH                        50.00&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    -CHANGE DUE             21.40&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ITEMS PURCHASED: 12&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for shopping with us.&lt;br /&gt;Keep receipt for refund within 15 days.&lt;br /&gt;See refund policy poster in-store.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RECEIPT NO: 7939&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15:10    23/01/09&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry, the receipt was a little faded so I couldn't see the top half of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone should know what this is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Altariel&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2092080285650459014-1986848129838508144?l=flight-of-distant-dreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flight-of-distant-dreams.blogspot.com/feeds/1986848129838508144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2092080285650459014&amp;postID=1986848129838508144' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2092080285650459014/posts/default/1986848129838508144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2092080285650459014/posts/default/1986848129838508144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flight-of-distant-dreams.blogspot.com/2009/03/some-random-stuff-i-found-in-my-drawer.html' title=''/><author><name>Aristera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14758509830588264111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2092080285650459014.post-6577356535573880131</id><published>2009-02-13T21:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T22:24:37.447+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>See la, you all think my blog dead -again.- :X &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THEN GOT MOAR QUIZZES. GAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You all are evil, I swear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;1)How many texts are in your inbox?&lt;br /&gt;Uh, I'll let my inbox get 100% full again and I'd tell you. It's a lot, though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2)When did your last hug take place?&lt;br /&gt;A few months ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3)Are you a jealous person?&lt;br /&gt;Yep!~ Not really for materialistic stuff, though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4)Are you tired right now?&lt;br /&gt;Yeah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5)Do you chew on your straws?&lt;br /&gt;No. I shoot the straw covers at people, though xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6)Have you ever been called a tease?&lt;br /&gt;Don't think so. Not in my face, anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7)Do you like to cuddle?&lt;br /&gt;Depends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8)Do you cry easily?&lt;br /&gt;Pretty easily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9)Are you a heavy sleeper?&lt;br /&gt;Erm, if I really want to sleep, then yes. YOU WON'T GET ME UP IN A LIFETIMEEE!! NYAAAHAA. /retardation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10)Where is your cellphone?&lt;br /&gt;... In my drawer. Somewhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11)Do you think you can last in a relationship for 6 months?&lt;br /&gt;Possibly. Probably. Maybe. I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12)Are you mad at someone right now?&lt;br /&gt;Mmmm... No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13)Do you believe in love at first sight?&lt;br /&gt;Yup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14)What makes you laugh out loud?&lt;br /&gt;Random things ^^ I'm easily satisfied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15)Who was the last person you talked to?&lt;br /&gt;My brotherr. o_o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16)Name one person on your top friends who is most like you.&lt;br /&gt;... Iuno. Seriously. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17)Do you get butterflies when around the person you like?&lt;br /&gt;Definately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18)Will you get married?&lt;br /&gt;I don't rush things like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19)When was the last time you smiled?&lt;br /&gt;Just now, while hanging clothes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20)Does anyone, like you?&lt;br /&gt;No idea. Seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21)Do you secretly like someone?&lt;br /&gt;Who doesn't?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22)Who was the first person you talked to today?&lt;br /&gt;My mother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23)Who do you feel most comfortable talking to about anything?&lt;br /&gt;My own heart. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24)What are you NOT looking forward to?&lt;br /&gt;Stupid hospital trips.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25)Has someone of the opposite sex ever told you they loved you, and meant it?&lt;br /&gt;Twice. But I don't share the same feelings as them, sadly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26)Suppose you see your ex kissing another person what would you do?&lt;br /&gt;What's gone is forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27) What would you do if your best male friend propose to you ?&lt;br /&gt;Uh, all my male friends get beaten/verbally abused by me. I'd probably go all '...Wut?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28)What's something you really want right now?&lt;br /&gt;Write a random piece of story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29)Do you fall for people easily?&lt;br /&gt;Hell, it's my preferences!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30)Have you ever fallen for your best friend ex's ?&lt;br /&gt;No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31)What's the last thing you put in your mouth?&lt;br /&gt;... ORANGES!! @#@$@@#$@$@!@#@ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32)Have you ever kissed anyone named Michelle?&lt;br /&gt;Wtf? No?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33)Who was the last person you drove with?&lt;br /&gt;Taxi driver? LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35)If you could move somewhere else, would you?&lt;br /&gt;Not at current, but for visits, yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36)Do you prefer to call or text? &lt;br /&gt;Depends on who you're talking about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37)When was the last time you cried really, really hard?&lt;br /&gt;A week ago... Close to that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38)Who took your last picture?&lt;br /&gt;I haven't taken a picture in months. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39)Who was the last person you took a picture of?&lt;br /&gt;Lemme check... Erm. Some sort of Scallop. HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40)Can you live a day without TV?&lt;br /&gt;Definately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;Another one. ._.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SURVEY ! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Do you eat alot of fast food? &lt;br /&gt;Nowadays yes. I'm too lazy to get my arse out xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Have you kissed anyone in 2008?&lt;br /&gt;... Not that I know of. My bookmark?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Were you happy when you woke up today?&lt;br /&gt;No. I was rotting in pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. What did you last get upset about?&lt;br /&gt;Why the fuck isn't Zidane real.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Do you eat candy on a daily basis?&lt;br /&gt;To stay awake in school. LULZ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. What about in your 5th sent message?&lt;br /&gt;'So I try coming tomorrow? XD' ...?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Who was the last person you ate with?&lt;br /&gt;Jun Jie. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Who was the last person you took a picture of?&lt;br /&gt;Some scallop also. LOOOOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. When ordering sushi, what do you get?&lt;br /&gt;SOBA!!! @#@%#^@%#^@%#^@&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Who was the last person you sat next to? &lt;br /&gt;Edwin. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. What were you doing at 10 am?&lt;br /&gt;Sleeping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Have you changed alot since summer?&lt;br /&gt;We have Summer?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. What was the last beverage you spilled on yourself?&lt;br /&gt;... I think Chrysanthemum Tea...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Where is the place you want to be right now?&lt;br /&gt;With Zidane!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. When was the last time you cried?&lt;br /&gt;Weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. What's your favourite song at the moment?&lt;br /&gt;Melodies of Life - FFIX by Nobuo Uematsu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. What were you doing at 11 last night?&lt;br /&gt;Cursing the world. Plotting World Domination via Bunnies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Who's near you?&lt;br /&gt;... Skippy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. What were you doing at 5 am in the morning?&lt;br /&gt;Getting dressed or moping in bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20.What's bothering you right now?&lt;br /&gt;Why I'm eating oranges in my room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Who was the last person to talk to you on the phone?&lt;br /&gt;Eden.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Whose house did you go to last?&lt;br /&gt;Kineito's house. o.o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. Who honestly knows everything about you?&lt;br /&gt;Who knows...~?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. Who broken your heart?&lt;br /&gt;Do you think I'd tell you? Dumbass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. Honestly, do you love someone very much?&lt;br /&gt;Yeah? o_o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. Who was the last person to tell you that they love you?&lt;br /&gt;Nothing on the basis of that. "Have you eaten yet? What did you eat?" and "Have you taken your medicine?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. Are you friends with the last person you kissed?&lt;br /&gt;... I don't kiss people.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;28. Are there any parts of your body that hurts?&lt;br /&gt;My left foot, my back and my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. In the supermarket, the first thing that gets your attention is?&lt;br /&gt;ZOMG FRUIT SECTION!!! @^#%^@#%^@%#^%@^#@&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. How cool do you think you are?&lt;br /&gt;Too awesome for you. ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31 . Drugs are ?&lt;br /&gt;Strange?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. Which one do you hate the most?&lt;br /&gt;Some bitch who called my phone a few days ago. I told her to fuck off from my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. Who was the first person to text you today?&lt;br /&gt;Erm. Jia Jing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. What was the first thing you did this morning?&lt;br /&gt;Think of curses to all alarms and ding-dongs alike.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. Who was your last missed call on your cellphone?&lt;br /&gt;Eden.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36. What's the last mistake you made?&lt;br /&gt;Eating grapes in the middle of the morning. I got a stomache from those, I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37. What are you listening to right now?&lt;br /&gt;... I don't know what's the song title of this person's blogsong...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38. Who was the last person of the opposite sex you had a conversation with?&lt;br /&gt;Brother. o_o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39. Who was the last person to call you?&lt;br /&gt;Eden? Isn't this a repeat from the missed call?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40. Is there anything you want to say to someone special?&lt;br /&gt;I'd give you a chance. Take care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/highmode on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TAGGLES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NYAHAHAHA,&lt;br /&gt;1. EDEN, YOU AREN'T GETTING AWAY FROM THIS!&lt;br /&gt;2. ARIETTA, I'M GONNA STEAL MILANOR'S FUR COAT FROM YOU!&lt;br /&gt;3. KINEITO, I KNOW YOU'RE READING THIS. WRITE.&lt;br /&gt;4. MIN, SIS, YOU DO ALSO. HECK CARE. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;5. LODRICK, IF YOU HAS BLOGGIE.&lt;br /&gt;6. YU, YOU LOCKED ME AWAY FROM YOUR BLOG D;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. WHO'S STALKING MY BLOG RIGHT NOW! YES, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;YOU&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No acting innocent now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/highmode off&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/images/zidane%20tribal" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i291.photobucket.com/albums/ll289/decsedimelq/normal_1145622040ff904.jpg" border="0" alt="zidane tribal Pictures, Images and Photos"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wuv you. &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Altariel, Riviera&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2092080285650459014-6577356535573880131?l=flight-of-distant-dreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flight-of-distant-dreams.blogspot.com/feeds/6577356535573880131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2092080285650459014&amp;postID=6577356535573880131' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2092080285650459014/posts/default/6577356535573880131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2092080285650459014/posts/default/6577356535573880131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flight-of-distant-dreams.blogspot.com/2009/02/see-la-you-all-think-my-blog-dead-again.html' title=''/><author><name>Aristera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14758509830588264111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2092080285650459014.post-789060856493651183</id><published>2009-02-08T22:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T22:32:15.502+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fandom</title><content type='html'>I'm getting addicted back to Final Fantasy after seeing the reunion of Zidane and Garnet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I'm obsessed, I spend every waking moment thinking about them (Specifically him.), why couldn't I be in their World, and why couldn't I befriend them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To make matters even better, I dreamt of him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Twice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They were vividly brilliant dreams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you, Zidane.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2092080285650459014-789060856493651183?l=flight-of-distant-dreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flight-of-distant-dreams.blogspot.com/feeds/789060856493651183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2092080285650459014&amp;postID=789060856493651183' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2092080285650459014/posts/default/789060856493651183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2092080285650459014/posts/default/789060856493651183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flight-of-distant-dreams.blogspot.com/2009/02/fandom.html' title='Fandom'/><author><name>Aristera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14758509830588264111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2092080285650459014.post-1501396999475318091</id><published>2009-01-25T23:22:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T23:28:40.447+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Fuck my birthday, seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was so fucking bad I don't know what to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Sis, Eden and Arietta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elmira, you'd grow taller eventually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For this ':/' , &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, if you have nothing better to say, shut your mouth. So what if I was in the A class? If you actually gave a damn I dropped to C. I'm 'sorry' if you were another one of those little bitches clamouring for a 'spot' there, still hugging onto something 4 and a half years ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And please, put your real name. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you want to orcatrize me, do it in my face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spineless retard. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go get a life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2092080285650459014-1501396999475318091?l=flight-of-distant-dreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flight-of-distant-dreams.blogspot.com/feeds/1501396999475318091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2092080285650459014&amp;postID=1501396999475318091' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2092080285650459014/posts/default/1501396999475318091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2092080285650459014/posts/default/1501396999475318091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flight-of-distant-dreams.blogspot.com/2009/01/fuck-my-birthday-seriously.html' title=''/><author><name>Aristera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14758509830588264111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2092080285650459014.post-779479858827001172</id><published>2009-01-23T13:23:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T13:26:24.331+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh noes.</title><content type='html'>...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh noes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zhi Quan is growing taller.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guo Fong is the same height as me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shan Herng is also growing taller.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Costner is TALLER than me now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EDWIN IS NOW AT 18X.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... And I'm still only reaching 170.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO&lt;br /&gt;OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO&lt;br /&gt;OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO&lt;br /&gt;OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO&lt;br /&gt;OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO&lt;br /&gt;OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE HORROR. [Eden (c)]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2092080285650459014-779479858827001172?l=flight-of-distant-dreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flight-of-distant-dreams.blogspot.com/feeds/779479858827001172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2092080285650459014&amp;postID=779479858827001172' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2092080285650459014/posts/default/779479858827001172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2092080285650459014/posts/default/779479858827001172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flight-of-distant-dreams.blogspot.com/2009/01/oh-noes.html' title='Oh noes.'/><author><name>Aristera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14758509830588264111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2092080285650459014.post-5047081710083616065</id><published>2009-01-09T21:57:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T22:01:11.201+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nescafe.</title><content type='html'>For Eden :-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s243.photobucket.com/albums/ff35/Miraliere/?action=view&amp;current=264850849_a6ba612a20.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i243.photobucket.com/albums/ff35/Miraliere/264850849_a6ba612a20.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, you don't get any. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;:D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2092080285650459014-5047081710083616065?l=flight-of-distant-dreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flight-of-distant-dreams.blogspot.com/feeds/5047081710083616065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2092080285650459014&amp;postID=5047081710083616065' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2092080285650459014/posts/default/5047081710083616065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2092080285650459014/posts/default/5047081710083616065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flight-of-distant-dreams.blogspot.com/2009/01/nescafe.html' title='Nescafe.'/><author><name>Aristera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14758509830588264111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2092080285650459014.post-58295399885380718</id><published>2009-01-05T21:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T21:33:34.415+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I CHANGED MY BLOG SONG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I AM PLAYING HARVEST MOON ON MY OUTDATED GAMEBOY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I AM ALSO PLAYING YGGDRA UNION.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LIEK THE TWIN VALKYRIES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DURANT IS NOT AN IRONHEAD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NESSIAH IS INTERESTING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RUSSELL IS A GAY-LOOKING FENCY FWEAK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DJMAX BLACK SQUARE IS HARD TO COPE WITH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOLFIE IS GOING NUTS ABOUT DELLUSIONS THAT I HAVE A BOYFRIEND.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CON MIGHT KILL ME BUT WHO CARES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THIS COMPUTER IS GONNA BLOW TO SMITHAREENS SOON.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I HAVE POSTED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KTHXBAI.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2092080285650459014-58295399885380718?l=flight-of-distant-dreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flight-of-distant-dreams.blogspot.com/feeds/58295399885380718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2092080285650459014&amp;postID=58295399885380718' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2092080285650459014/posts/default/58295399885380718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2092080285650459014/posts/default/58295399885380718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flight-of-distant-dreams.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-changed-my-blog-song.html' title=''/><author><name>Aristera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14758509830588264111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2092080285650459014.post-1045202031927647556</id><published>2008-12-12T12:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T12:23:33.449+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Something tells me that I've done this quiz before O_O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But... I'd do it again anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND I AM NOT THE LEADAH OF BEANS!!!!!!!! &gt;8&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-~-~-~-~-~-~-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's your favorite color?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Black, White, Red. There's no 'favorite'.&lt;br /&gt;There's 'favorite&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;S&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; though. O__O&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;Who is the most important to you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fwens. Family? Maybe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;How often do you think if committing suicide?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Often, I admit. More recently due to parents. But thinking of me going 'SpLaT!' on the sidewalk is not very... appealing. Not to mention an unglamourous death! x__X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;Do you have enough confidence?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nope~ I get nervous pretty easily x3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;How many babies you want?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Depends on 1) Whether I even get married, 2) reading Baby Blues just gave me the wrong impression of kiddos. x_o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;Do you believe in seeing a rainbow after a rain?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Usually, no. Bad things always comes in pairs, they say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;Who is the one who cheers you up and supports you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eden, Auntie Min, Yu-chan ^_^ And Jaton-san~ O.o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;Do you believe in eternal love?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only oneeeee. &lt;s&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;IF YOU LOOK REALLL HARDDD.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;Do you think the person who tagged you, likes to play kidnapping?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arietta? Well, MOST LIKELY O__O Plus with the people she's connected with [EDENNNN!! #$%@#] DEFINATELY YESS!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;What are you really afraid of?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My own Nightmares remind me of that well enough -_- And I don't wish to elaborate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;What is your bad habit?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can have a really stick-in-the-mud arsehole attitude. To the people I know. And don't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;Do you have a secret crush?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who doesn't?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;Do you cherish every single friendship of yours?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most. I can see who uses me nowadays though, so I'm more comfortable now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;What does flying means to you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eh, Euphoria? 8DDDD ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;What do you currently crave?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... Cheezy Snax. O_O ... Cheezels... Cheese-flavoured Roller Coasters... Hmmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;Are you single or in a relationship?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sing-gal. x3 [And no, that's not single-porn-nean.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;Describe the person who tagged you in 7 words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoys accusing me as leadah ov beans. [HALPPP!!!!!!]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;What have you done to make yourself happy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Play loud music and piss everyone off. Talk to Eden. [WRITEEE! WRITEEEE!! 8D] -it still rings in my ears...- And also, JuBeat! O______O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;What is the worse case scenario that has happened to you in your life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I started acting all emotional and ranty. Totally out of control. In school. On the microphone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;Who's the worst person in your life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's no worst. There's bad ones, but there're good ones too. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;Notify the people you tag in their cbox! [...I'm lazy... I'll just put the names here...]&lt;br /&gt;EDEN! [TO MAKE SURE YOU DO ARIETTA'S REQUEST!! BWAHARHARHAR!!]&lt;br /&gt;MIN! [Auntie. Do faster.]&lt;br /&gt;YU! [MOAR POST PLZ. I FEEL BAD NOT KNOWING A LOT ABOUT YOU. ;~;]&lt;br /&gt;Jaton-samaaaa. [Not sure if you still have a blog, but if you do, DO IT! x3 Cheer up, ne!]&lt;br /&gt;Kineito!! [BwaHHARHAHRARARHHAAA -choke-]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Edn. x3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2092080285650459014-1045202031927647556?l=flight-of-distant-dreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flight-of-distant-dreams.blogspot.com/feeds/1045202031927647556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2092080285650459014&amp;postID=1045202031927647556' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2092080285650459014/posts/default/1045202031927647556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2092080285650459014/posts/default/1045202031927647556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flight-of-distant-dreams.blogspot.com/2008/12/something-tells-me-that-ive-done-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Aristera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14758509830588264111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2092080285650459014.post-7563008318088523838</id><published>2008-12-10T05:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T05:19:06.132+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>GAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I REGRET NOT LISTENING WELL IN MY JAPANESE CLASS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHY THE HELL DO THEY ONLY SUB VAMPIRE KNIGHT TO EPISODE 9&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND AT 10 IT'S ALL THE FIGHTING AND SUCH!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!! ^@%##@&amp;!!!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2092080285650459014-7563008318088523838?l=flight-of-distant-dreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flight-of-distant-dreams.blogspot.com/feeds/7563008318088523838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2092080285650459014&amp;postID=7563008318088523838' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2092080285650459014/posts/default/7563008318088523838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2092080285650459014/posts/default/7563008318088523838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flight-of-distant-dreams.blogspot.com/2008/12/gahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh-i-regret-not.html' title=''/><author><name>Aristera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14758509830588264111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2092080285650459014.post-8858995895300273783</id><published>2008-12-10T01:13:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T01:17:51.164+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I've been brainwashing my brother with:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Mapou Noodles!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Delicious!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 serving serves 3"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadly, he still got an A for his test.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those who have read World Embryo's 3rd book will probably get the pun.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2092080285650459014-8858995895300273783?l=flight-of-distant-dreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flight-of-distant-dreams.blogspot.com/feeds/8858995895300273783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2092080285650459014&amp;postID=8858995895300273783' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2092080285650459014/posts/default/8858995895300273783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2092080285650459014/posts/default/8858995895300273783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flight-of-distant-dreams.blogspot.com/2008/12/ive-been-brainwashing-my-brother-with.html' title=''/><author><name>Aristera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14758509830588264111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2092080285650459014.post-4778607319514825623</id><published>2008-12-09T11:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T12:17:24.459+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay, time to pay back my dues Dx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Rotting at home&lt;br /&gt;2. Playing Disgaea&lt;br /&gt;3. Wishing I have a DS for Rune Factory&lt;br /&gt;4. Calling Eden excessively in the wee-hours&lt;br /&gt;5. Ranting that I am extremely bored and such&lt;br /&gt;6. Listening to a Ramly Burger Rap [?!]&lt;br /&gt;7. Ignoring your boredom as you read this list&lt;br /&gt;8. Hunting for Christmas Presents&lt;br /&gt;9. Breaking hairbands&lt;br /&gt;10. Writing Vampire Knight one-shots in a certain blog with 2 other people&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my mom is saying at the rate I eat sweets nowadays, I am going to have wurms in my stomach...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If she said wryms I'll be fine with it [Possibly happy. o_O] But WURMS! [Worms] ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NUUU!!! Dx -drabblerantrawr-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rules and regulations:&lt;br /&gt;1. Each player of this game starts off with 10 weird things/habits/little known facts about yourself.&lt;br /&gt;2. People who get tagged need to write a blog of their own 10 weird things/habits/little known facts as well as state this rule clearly.&lt;br /&gt;3. At the end, you need to choose 10 people to be tagged and list their names.&lt;br /&gt;4. No tags back!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) I have a back problem.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, Scolocsis or something. My back/spine is curved, and at the rate I'm going, I might need some metal pole in me Dx But basically, that's the main reason I don't pratice my dancing much anymore. It starts to hurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) I have been threatened to go for Handwriting classes because my writing is too small and causes difficulty for teachers to read.&lt;br /&gt;No, seriously. I'm not kidding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) I like cross-shaped things...&lt;br /&gt;Though it's nothing to do with not-being Christian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) I play DDR in the arcades.&lt;br /&gt;8D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) I won't get through Primary 6 without Eden. xD [I'm just editing what she writes.]&lt;br /&gt;It sounds funny, but it's still true. We were each other's 'source of entertainment', and you can see all the funny stuff about being a prefect at that time. XD Considering there's only 18 of us [1 transferred schewl.] and most of us are very 'Who gives a damn!' about our duties... Also, we even started a weird competition last time about who could choke on our food the fastest. 8D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) I am skilled in the art of book-bashing.&lt;br /&gt;Don't understand? Give me a book, and I'll show you with good graces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) I have an extremely short fuse.&lt;br /&gt;Okay... So MAYBE this is not a 'new thing' to those of you who know me in real life. This is very true, so beware of the active dynamite! [... Or was it volcano? GAH!]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) She totally sucks in Chinese.&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAAAAAA. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes. ;~;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9) I don't support Obama OR McCain either.&lt;br /&gt;Screw the elections. They don't concern me. Seki[c] -copied xD-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10) I like Watermelon? I slap people with fishes? I stab random ones with a rusty banana??&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I should have typed it as 'I am somewhat mentally retarded.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Write down 10 things to describe yourself and send it to 10 people!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1)Sarcastic.&lt;br /&gt;2)Short-Fused x3&lt;br /&gt;3)Hyper!~&lt;br /&gt;4)Spastic!.&lt;br /&gt;5)Randoommmmmm. 8DDD&lt;br /&gt;6)Hardworking(AHAHAHAHAHHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA.) ~!&lt;br /&gt;7)Reticent? O.O&lt;br /&gt;8)SKINNY~!&lt;br /&gt;9)Extremely One-sided-when-she-gets-to-it.&lt;br /&gt;10)Evasive? O__o?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This quiz will be sent out to &lt;u&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;EVERYONE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/u&gt;... WHO READS IT. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Particularly...&lt;br /&gt;Eden&lt;br /&gt;Arietta&lt;br /&gt;Min / Auntie / Sis&lt;br /&gt;Yu~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GEDDIT?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YES! ALL DONE! HOHOHOHO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND SIS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WILL STILL FIND A WAY TO BAN YOU FROM TWILIGHT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NO MOAR PIRATED CD FOR YOU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Riviera, Altariel&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2092080285650459014-4778607319514825623?l=flight-of-distant-dreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flight-of-distant-dreams.blogspot.com/feeds/4778607319514825623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2092080285650459014&amp;postID=4778607319514825623' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2092080285650459014/posts/default/4778607319514825623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2092080285650459014/posts/default/4778607319514825623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flight-of-distant-dreams.blogspot.com/2008/12/okay-time-to-pay-back-my-dues-dx-i-have.html' title=''/><author><name>Aristera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14758509830588264111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2092080285650459014.post-4796104048117925357</id><published>2008-11-16T23:53:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T01:08:08.273+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Quiz Tyme....</title><content type='html'>#$#^...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blardy Lance...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I KNOW I DON'T BLOG MUCH, BUT NO NEED TO DO IT SO PROGRESSIVELY RIGHT?! &lt;span style="color:cyan;"&gt;;____;""&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:slateblue;"&gt;Blue&lt;/span&gt; up the statements that are true to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:red;"&gt;Red&lt;/span&gt; up the statements that you wish are true.&lt;br /&gt;Leave the Fibs alone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:royalblue;"&gt;I miss somebody right now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:royalblue;"&gt;I don't watch TV these days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:royalblue;"&gt;I wear glasses or contact lenses.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:royalblue;"&gt;I love to play video games.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've tried marijuana.&lt;br /&gt;I have been in a threesome.&lt;br /&gt;I have been the psycho-ex in a past relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:royalblue;"&gt;I believe honesty is usually the best policy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:royalblue;"&gt;I curse sometimes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have changed a lot mentally over the last year.&lt;br /&gt;I carry my knife/razor everywhere with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:red;"&gt;I'm totally smart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:royalblue;"&gt;I've broken someone's bones.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:royalblue;"&gt;I'm paranoid sometimes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would get plastic surgery if it were 100% safe, free of cost, and scar-free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:royalblue;"&gt;I need money right now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love sushi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:royalblue;"&gt;I talk really, really fast.&lt;/span&gt; [However, this is subjective to my mood.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:royalblue;"&gt;I have long hair.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have lost money in Las Vegas. [...Wut?]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:royalblue;"&gt;I have at least one sibling.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:royalblue;"&gt;I have worn fake hair/fingernails/eyelashes in the past.&lt;/span&gt; [Highlights? o_O Not now though.]&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't survive without Caller I.D.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:royalblue;"&gt;I like the way I look.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:royalblue;"&gt;I am usually pessimistic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:royalblue;"&gt;I have a lot of mood swings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:red;"&gt;I have a hidden talent.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:red;"&gt;I'm always hyper no matter how much sugar I have.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a lot of friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:royalblue;"&gt;I am currently single.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I enjoy talking on the phone.&lt;br /&gt;I practically live in sweatpants or PJ pants.&lt;br /&gt;I love to shop.&lt;br /&gt;I would rather shop then eat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:red;"&gt;I don't hate anyone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:royalblue;"&gt;I'm a pretty good dancer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm completely embarrassed to be seen with my mother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:royalblue;"&gt;I have a cell phone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe in God.&lt;br /&gt;I watch MTV on a daily basis.&lt;br /&gt;I have passed out drunk in the past 6 months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:royalblue;"&gt;I've rejected someone before.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no idea what I want to do for the rest of my life.&lt;br /&gt;I want to have children in the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:royalblue;"&gt;I have changed a diaper before.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've called the cops on a friend before.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not allergic to anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:royalblue;"&gt;I have a lot to learn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been with someone at least 10 years older or younger.&lt;br /&gt;I am shy around the opposite sex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:royalblue;"&gt;I have tried alcohol before.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have made a move on a friend's significant other or crush in the past.&lt;br /&gt;I own the "South Park" movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:royalblue;"&gt;I would die for my best friend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that Pizza Hut has the best pizza.&lt;br /&gt;I have used my sexuality to advance my career.&lt;br /&gt;I love Michael Jackson, scandals and all.&lt;br /&gt;Halloween is awesome because you get free candy.&lt;br /&gt;I watch Spongebob Squarepants and I like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:red;"&gt;I am happy at this moment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm obsessed with guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:red;"&gt;I study for tests most of the time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tie my shoelaces differently from anyone I've ever met.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:royalblue;"&gt;I am comfortable with who I am right now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have more than just my ears pierced.&lt;br /&gt;I walk barefoot wherever I can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:red;"&gt;I have jumped off a bridge.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love sea turtles.&lt;br /&gt;I spend ridiculous money on makeup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:royalblue;"&gt;I plan on achieving a major goal/dream.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:red;"&gt;I'm proficient in a musical instrument.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I worked at McDonald's restaurant.&lt;br /&gt;I hate office jobs.&lt;br /&gt;I love sci-fi movies.&lt;br /&gt;I think water rules.&lt;br /&gt;I went to college out of state.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:royalblue;"&gt;I like sausages.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love kisses.&lt;br /&gt;I fall for the worst people.&lt;br /&gt;I adore bright colors.&lt;br /&gt;I can't live without black eyeliner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:royalblue;"&gt;I don't know why the hell I just did this stupid thing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:royalblue;"&gt;I can't whistle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can move my tongue in waves, much like a snakes slither. [I don't think so O.o]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:royalblue;"&gt;I have ridden a horse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still have every journal I've ever written in.&lt;br /&gt;I can't stick to a diet.&lt;br /&gt;I talk in my sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:royalblue;"&gt;I try to forget things by drowning them out with loads of distractions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:royalblue;"&gt;Climbing trees is a brilliant past-time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have jazz in my blood.&lt;br /&gt;I wear a toe ring.&lt;br /&gt;I have a tattoo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:royalblue;"&gt;I can't stand at least one person that I work with.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a caffeine junkie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:royalblue;"&gt;I cosplay or know what cosplaying is.&lt;/span&gt; [As Suiseiseki :X]&lt;br /&gt;I have been to over 15 conventions.&lt;br /&gt;I will collect anything, and the more nonsensical the better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:royalblue;"&gt;I'm an artist.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I only clean my room when necessary.&lt;br /&gt;I like a person of the same sex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:red;"&gt;I love being happy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am an adrenaline junkie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will continue tomorrow, Dad is looking at me x.x&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2092080285650459014-4796104048117925357?l=flight-of-distant-dreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flight-of-distant-dreams.blogspot.com/feeds/4796104048117925357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2092080285650459014&amp;postID=4796104048117925357' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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src="http://www.truefriendtest.com/friend/2056694/2.gif" alt="Leaderboard" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.truefriendtest.com"&gt;&lt;br &gt;Create your own Friend Test here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Know me, know me not~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2092080285650459014-648139377121175396?l=flight-of-distant-dreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flight-of-distant-dreams.blogspot.com/feeds/648139377121175396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2092080285650459014&amp;postID=648139377121175396' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2092080285650459014/posts/default/648139377121175396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2092080285650459014/posts/default/648139377121175396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flight-of-distant-dreams.blogspot.com/2008/11/create-your-own-friend-test-here-know.html' title=''/><author><name>Aristera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14758509830588264111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2092080285650459014.post-4552215740671573619</id><published>2008-11-09T00:07:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-09T00:08:58.941+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I can't get the Password Drive back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 fucking years of my story life is in there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;258 chapters of stories in total.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Audition took 7 hours to download and now I find out it's corrupt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just missed War of Emperium on Ragnarok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How great life can be. Damn FUCKING great.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2092080285650459014-4552215740671573619?l=flight-of-distant-dreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flight-of-distant-dreams.blogspot.com/feeds/4552215740671573619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2092080285650459014&amp;postID=4552215740671573619' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2092080285650459014/posts/default/4552215740671573619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2092080285650459014/posts/default/4552215740671573619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flight-of-distant-dreams.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-cant-get-password-drive-back.html' title=''/><author><name>Aristera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14758509830588264111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2092080285650459014.post-6875950142562253335</id><published>2008-11-08T02:43:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-08T02:47:18.604+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I just deleted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A fucking file.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That sealed a password-entry thumbdrive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imto the Recycle Bin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where it's so small it got deleted away without a memo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and there goes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4GB&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;of important things&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 years of my life's work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you don't know how screwed I feel now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2092080285650459014-6875950142562253335?l=flight-of-distant-dreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flight-of-distant-dreams.blogspot.com/feeds/6875950142562253335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2092080285650459014&amp;postID=6875950142562253335' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2092080285650459014/posts/default/6875950142562253335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2092080285650459014/posts/default/6875950142562253335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flight-of-distant-dreams.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-just-deleted.html' title=''/><author><name>Aristera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14758509830588264111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2092080285650459014.post-7123248221145234002</id><published>2008-11-07T23:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T23:52:22.350+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Dumb Quizzes. D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Put an X in all that apply​ and then add up to see how old you act!&lt;br /&gt;[X]You know how to make a pot of coffe​e [Parents.]&lt;br /&gt;[X]You keep track​ of dates​ using​ a calen​dar [Yes.]&lt;br /&gt;[X]You own a credi​t card [In a way, yes.]&lt;br /&gt;[ ]You know how to chang​e the oil in a car&lt;br /&gt;[X]You'​ve done your own laundry [I do EVERYONE'S LAUNDRY.]&lt;br /&gt;[ ]You can vote in an elect​ion&lt;br /&gt;[X]You can cook for yours​elf [Simple stuff.]&lt;br /&gt;[ ]You think​ politics are exciting&lt;br /&gt;TOTAL​ SO FAR: 5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[X]You show up for school late a lot [&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;YES&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.]&lt;br /&gt;[X]You alway​s carry​ a pen in your bag/​purse​/​pocket [I has notebewk too :O]&lt;br /&gt;[ ]You'​ve never​ gotten a detention&lt;br /&gt;[X]You have forgo​tten your own birth​day at least​ once [Course' not~]&lt;br /&gt;[X]You like to take walks​ by yourself [Happens pretty often.]&lt;br /&gt;[ ]You drink​ caffeine at least​ once a week&lt;br /&gt;TOTAL​ SO FAR: 9&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[X]You know how to do the dishes [Again, EVERYONE'S dishes.]&lt;br /&gt;[X]You can count​ to 10 in anoth​er language [=D]&lt;br /&gt;[ ]When you say you'​re going​ to do somet​hing you do it -I PROCRASTINATE. OKAY?-&lt;br /&gt;[ ]You can mow the lawn -NO LAWN. SINGAPORE TOO SMALL.-&lt;br /&gt;[X]You study​ when you have to [Exams?]&lt;br /&gt;[ ]You have hand washed a car before -No car.-&lt;br /&gt;TOTAL​ SO FAR: 12&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x]You can spell​ experience​,​ without looking it up [Yeah.]&lt;br /&gt;[ ]The peopl​e at Starb​ucks know you by name&lt;br /&gt;[ ]Your favorite kind of food is take out&lt;br /&gt;[ ]The first​ thing​ you do when you wake up is get caffeine&lt;br /&gt;[X]You can go to the store​ witho​ut getting somet​hing you don't need [Unless I really need it.]&lt;br /&gt;[ ]You under​stand​ polit​ical jokes​ the first​ time they are said&lt;br /&gt;[X]You can type pretty quick [COMPUTER PLZ.]​&lt;br /&gt;TOTAL​ SO FAR: 15&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ]Your only frien​ds are from your place​ of employment​&lt;br /&gt;[ ]You have been to a Tuppe​rware​ party​&lt;br /&gt;[ ]You have realized that no one will take you serio​usly unles​s you are over the age of 25 and have a job&lt;br /&gt;[X]You have more bills​ than you can pay [At the rate my parents tell me, I'm in deep shyt.]&lt;br /&gt;[X]You use the internet every​ day [Hell, yes!]&lt;br /&gt;[X]You have been outsi​de of the country 2 or more times [Rare, but yes.]​&lt;br /&gt;[X] You make your own bed [When I'm not rushing out of the house in cases of detention....]&lt;br /&gt;TOTAL​: 19&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm acting 6 years older than I really am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HO SHIZ O_____O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TIME TO ACT MORE LAZY. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just kidding :X ...not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is by far the easiest Quiz I've seen without BGR Questions. Applaudo!~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Riviera,Altariel&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2092080285650459014-7123248221145234002?l=flight-of-distant-dreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flight-of-distant-dreams.blogspot.com/feeds/7123248221145234002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2092080285650459014&amp;postID=7123248221145234002' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2092080285650459014/posts/default/7123248221145234002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2092080285650459014/posts/default/7123248221145234002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flight-of-distant-dreams.blogspot.com/2008/11/dumb-quizzes.html' title=''/><author><name>Aristera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14758509830588264111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2092080285650459014.post-8665588379689976613</id><published>2008-11-06T17:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T17:25:07.442+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Toy-harem</title><content type='html'>My toy-harem!~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Notice the beans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For Eden:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s243.photobucket.com/albums/ff35/Miraliere/?action=view&amp;current=DSC00639.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i243.photobucket.com/albums/ff35/Miraliere/DSC00639.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus Apple.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2092080285650459014-8665588379689976613?l=flight-of-distant-dreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flight-of-distant-dreams.blogspot.com/feeds/8665588379689976613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2092080285650459014&amp;postID=8665588379689976613' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2092080285650459014/posts/default/8665588379689976613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2092080285650459014/posts/default/8665588379689976613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flight-of-distant-dreams.blogspot.com/2008/11/toy-harem.html' title='Toy-harem'/><author><name>Aristera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14758509830588264111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2092080285650459014.post-8841648593914058435</id><published>2008-11-03T06:14:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T06:15:21.968+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Damn Heng sia ._.</title><content type='html'>Seriously...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just what are the &lt;strong&gt;ODDs&lt;/strong&gt; of meeting -Kage-WInTeR while I'm playing Audition....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my nearby 24hr LAN shop....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's the ADMIN there........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND SITS RIGHT BESIDE ME..........................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sweet Jeebus man, this is deja vu.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2092080285650459014-8841648593914058435?l=flight-of-distant-dreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flight-of-distant-dreams.blogspot.com/feeds/8841648593914058435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2092080285650459014&amp;postID=8841648593914058435' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2092080285650459014/posts/default/8841648593914058435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2092080285650459014/posts/default/8841648593914058435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flight-of-distant-dreams.blogspot.com/2008/11/damn-heng-sia.html' title='Damn Heng sia ._.'/><author><name>Aristera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14758509830588264111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2092080285650459014.post-1815094152365223863</id><published>2008-10-30T23:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T23:12:38.796+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Song change.</title><content type='html'>Changed my song because "PRINCETONNN!!" "Yeah?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Started getting a bit annoying :X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Audition Ballroom's "Feel of the Night" , &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there aren't really lyrics for it, so sorry~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brother thinks the chanting sounds santanic, but yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Screw him....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.... Literally, of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Riviera, Altariel&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2092080285650459014-1815094152365223863?l=flight-of-distant-dreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flight-of-distant-dreams.blogspot.com/feeds/1815094152365223863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2092080285650459014&amp;postID=1815094152365223863' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2092080285650459014/posts/default/1815094152365223863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2092080285650459014/posts/default/1815094152365223863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flight-of-distant-dreams.blogspot.com/2008/10/song-change.html' title='Song change.'/><author><name>Aristera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14758509830588264111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2092080285650459014.post-6968270007741564396</id><published>2008-10-29T01:02:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T01:07:10.495+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"eh, u tink u berryyy biig iis itz?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;uue dun try n b hongster arrrxz! Tuupid bendan bitchxz!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see uue wit hiim againz, uue will get it frm miie! Tke thiis as warningzx, slut!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuupid clararin, fck off larxz!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol. Interesting E-mail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't think you're so big. I know who you are, and don't worry, I WILL get you when I want to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate twiiters.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2092080285650459014-6968270007741564396?l=flight-of-distant-dreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flight-of-distant-dreams.blogspot.com/feeds/6968270007741564396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2092080285650459014&amp;postID=6968270007741564396' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2092080285650459014/posts/default/6968270007741564396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2092080285650459014/posts/default/6968270007741564396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flight-of-distant-dreams.blogspot.com/2008/10/eh-u-tink-u-berryyy-biig-iis-itz-uue.html' title=''/><author><name>Aristera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14758509830588264111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2092080285650459014.post-9189649802202645950</id><published>2008-10-25T03:39:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T17:27:36.485+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mehhh.</title><content type='html'>Yay for ungodly-hour posting...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not in a very good mood [Since I just woke up] and I have a super-duper-very-important promotion test on SJAB tomorrow and I haven't studied a word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shit...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, here's my 'fantastic' results. 'Borrowing' Lance's format because I think it looks &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;flashy&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man, why didn't I find out where the colouring text icon was...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the marks from rounding up and down my respective percentages, so it's kinda rough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, here, nao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;English: 84 , A1 [&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Improvement&lt;/span&gt;] from 76 [Top in N/A level]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mathematics: 52, C6 [&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Improvement&lt;/span&gt;] from &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;46&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sciences: 62, B4 [&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;Stagnant&lt;/span&gt;] No change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chinese: &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;35&lt;/span&gt;, Z26 [&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;AMAZING IMPROVEMENT!&lt;/span&gt;] from &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;12&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Literature: 62, B4 [&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Decreased&lt;/span&gt;] from 74&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;History: 75, A1 [&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Improvement&lt;/span&gt;] from 68&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Geography: 67, B3 [&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Decreased&lt;/span&gt;] from 72&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Visual Arts: 64, B4 [&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Stagnant&lt;/span&gt;] No change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Design and Technology: 68, B3 [&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;] I don't remember what I got last term.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Home Economics: 61, B4 [&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;] First term, no marks to compare. Damn Theory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall Ranking:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1N1 : 7/41&lt;br /&gt;N/A Stream: 10/81&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-~-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went out with Nisah, Damien, Ronald, Firman, Alysha, plus Ronald's 3 other friends to watch High School Musical 3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quite honestly, apart from the choreography, it's nothing much... The songs don't speak to me. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the start, many people were pretty damn late and poor Ronald stood at the bus stop for 25 minutes waiting for us xDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once we finally got everyone, we went up to the Cinema area to find the place PACKED. [No thanks to the renovation thingy behind the queue...] So we got the last few seats RIGHT AT THE FRONT, while 3 others sat at the side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then while going in, we found Benedict, Jae, Wai Fong and Brandon going for the same show... And they wanted to throw Popcorn at us @_@;; At least they didn't since we're too far to the front. :X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later, we went to the arcade for moar spam. Nisah managed to drag everyone for neoprintinggg.... And I managed to win a toy with One try from those machine-thingy-ma-grabbers. He's quite cute in my opinion =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firman likes Para Para, it seems. We also played that Go Go Ball thing, where you spam-throw balls to fulfil random things [Mainly hit targets and break stuff. Lol!] We had a lot of fun, and Nisah, you sound like you're throwing balls at your Ex. :X [Not that I know if you have one, but seriously. You were like "This is for you, idiot! Take this, and that!!"]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ronald, Alysha and Firman had to go later, so sadly, this had to end. Which it could last &gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damien, Nisah and I went back to White Sands for late-lunch [brunch...] But I really was the only one eating =/ We also saw Brandon, and he sat with us until we went back, mostly talking about NPCC and what we want to do next year. We're also probably going to make a study group.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To 1N1:&lt;br /&gt;Although I still hate the crappiness of most of you, we're not going to have Eliasha and Julian with us next year, and probably there's a few 1N2s coming to our class. The atmosphere will be different, but don't fret, for they're still in the same school. Though we suck at studying [Lol.] , we really know how to rock it out post-exam. Hehe~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're going to be known as the DJMAX2 class soon. :X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND I FOUND MY USB CABLE, SO I CAN GIVE PICTURES NAO. ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But first:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://sg.news.yahoo.com/afp/20081024/tap-japan-food-safety-noodle-d1078a1.html"&gt;http://sg.news.yahoo.com/afp/20081024/tap-japan-food-safety-noodle-d1078a1.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So you all better watch out. Don't eat too much cup noodles lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s243.photobucket.com/albums/ff35/Miraliere/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC00637.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i243.photobucket.com/albums/ff35/Miraliere/DSC00637.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The little green guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had an odd dream from the arcade scene.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was rolling him down from the chute, and when he hit down he was quite happy and going "I'm Free, I'm Free !!" In a high-pitched voice. Until I took him into my bag he was sitting in it, kicking my random old receipts in there and going "Rats." O____O;; I'm sorry &gt;_&lt; href="http://s243.photobucket.com/albums/ff35/Miraliere/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC00623.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i243.photobucket.com/albums/ff35/Miraliere/DSC00623.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Home-Econs Practical Project.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s243.photobucket.com/albums/ff35/Miraliere/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC00517.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i243.photobucket.com/albums/ff35/Miraliere/DSC00517.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fist-sized Watermelon from Cambodia, Imported by my brother when he was there :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s243.photobucket.com/albums/ff35/Miraliere/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC00402.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i243.photobucket.com/albums/ff35/Miraliere/DSC00402.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My birthday present :O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s243.photobucket.com/albums/ff35/Miraliere/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC00091.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://s243.photobucket.com/albums/ff35/Miraliere/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC00091.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i243.photobucket.com/albums/ff35/Miraliere/DSC00091.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A sexy hand-drawn Nobody from Kingdom Hearts. [Which I'm sure Eden will object...]&lt;br /&gt;-~-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A long post, indeed :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I got paranoid again, bro. So sorry...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Riviera, Altariel&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2092080285650459014-9189649802202645950?l=flight-of-distant-dreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flight-of-distant-dreams.blogspot.com/feeds/9189649802202645950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2092080285650459014&amp;postID=9189649802202645950' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2092080285650459014/posts/default/9189649802202645950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2092080285650459014/posts/default/9189649802202645950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flight-of-distant-dreams.blogspot.com/2008/10/mehhh.html' title='Mehhh.'/><author><name>Aristera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14758509830588264111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2092080285650459014.post-700376708177813358</id><published>2008-10-02T13:52:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T13:54:42.281+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Man, this is pretty scary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I that easy read? :|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg="" style="color: rgb(238, 238, 238);" align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What Rebecca Means&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatsyournameshiddenmeaningquiz/name.gif" width="100" height="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are wild, crazy, and a huge rebel. You're always up to something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have a ton of energy, and most people can't handle you. You're very intense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You definitely are a handful, and you're likely to get in trouble. But your kind of trouble is a lot of fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are friendly, charming, and warm. You get along with almost everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You work hard not to rock the boat. Your easy going attitude brings people together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At times, you can be a little flaky and irresponsible. But for the important things, you pull it together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are full of energy. You are spirited and boisterous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are bold and daring. You are willing to do some pretty outrageous things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your high energy sometimes gets you in trouble. You can have a pretty bad temper at times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are very open. You communicate well, and you connect with other people easily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are a naturally creative person. Ideas just flow from your mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A true chameleon, you are many things at different points in your life. You are very adaptable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are usually the best at everything ... you strive for perfection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You are very intuitive and wise. You understand the world better than most people.&lt;br /&gt;You also have a very active imagination. You often get carried away with your thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;You are prone to a little paranoia and jealousy. You sometimes go overboard in interpreting signals. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatsyournameshiddenmeaningquiz/"&gt;What's Your Name's Hidden Meaning?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2092080285650459014-700376708177813358?l=flight-of-distant-dreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flight-of-distant-dreams.blogspot.com/feeds/700376708177813358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2092080285650459014&amp;postID=700376708177813358' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2092080285650459014/posts/default/700376708177813358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2092080285650459014/posts/default/700376708177813358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flight-of-distant-dreams.blogspot.com/2008/10/man-this-is-pretty-scary.html' title=''/><author><name>Aristera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14758509830588264111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2092080285650459014.post-585477897815282056</id><published>2008-09-29T14:40:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T14:45:53.232+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Changed my blog song at the moment... Need something to shake my nerves back to normal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is from Avenue Q, a broadway music cast that feature Sesame Street Puppeteers, but they don't sing the kiddo stuff anymore...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's now about Unemployment, Life, and all the crappy stuff in an adult's life~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's more like a play, so there's some talking in the first part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh joy. :3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-~-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;'There's Life Outside your Apartment"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;By Robert Lopez and Jeff Marx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="kNatxX0qRkKj0i4text" style="font-size: 11px; text-align: center;" class="secondaryColor"&gt;Brian:&lt;br /&gt;Princeton!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Princeton:&lt;br /&gt;Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brian:&lt;br /&gt;Listen, buddy, nobody’s seen ya for two weeks.&lt;br /&gt;What’s up with that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Princeton:&lt;br /&gt;I went to work for a temp agency, and they&lt;br /&gt;fired me for being too depressing on the phone.&lt;br /&gt;I maxed out my cards, I’m two months behind&lt;br /&gt;in rent, I totally messed up my personal life.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and Brian - I still haven’t found my purpose!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brian:&lt;br /&gt;All right. Get off your ass and stop worrying!&lt;br /&gt;Everyone’s getting together to mess around the city today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Princeton:&lt;br /&gt;Have fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brian:&lt;br /&gt;When I say everyone, that includes you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is life outside your apartment.&lt;br /&gt;I know it’s hard to conceive.&lt;br /&gt;But there’s life outside your apartment.&lt;br /&gt;And you’re only gonna see it if you leave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is cool shit to do,&lt;br /&gt;But it can’t come to you,&lt;br /&gt;And who knows, dude&lt;br /&gt;You might even score!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is life outside your apartment.&lt;br /&gt;But you gotta open the door!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Princeton:&lt;br /&gt;No, thanks, I’m staying in!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brian:&lt;br /&gt;Don’t tell me I gotta force you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Princeton:&lt;br /&gt;Sorry!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brian:&lt;br /&gt;All right, everyone! He’s resisting!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All but Princeton:&lt;br /&gt;There is life outside...&lt;br /&gt;There is life outside...&lt;br /&gt;There is life outside...&lt;br /&gt;There is life outside your apartment!&lt;br /&gt;There’s a pigeon&lt;br /&gt;Squashed on the street.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas Eve:&lt;br /&gt;Ew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brian:&lt;br /&gt;There’s a girl passing by&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nicky:&lt;br /&gt;No I think it’s a guy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All but Princeton:&lt;br /&gt;And a homeless man&lt;br /&gt;Who only wants to&lt;br /&gt;Buy something to eat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry, can’t help you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We could go to the zoo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trekkie Monster:&lt;br /&gt;Pick up girls at NYU!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brian:&lt;br /&gt;We could sit in the park smoking pot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas Eve:&lt;br /&gt;Or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All but Princeton:&lt;br /&gt;There is life outside your apartment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Princeton:&lt;br /&gt;Well, I guess I’ll give it a shot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All:&lt;br /&gt;There is life outside your apartment.&lt;br /&gt;I know -&lt;br /&gt;There is life outside your apartment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Voice #1:&lt;br /&gt;I’m gonna jump!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All:&lt;br /&gt;Don’t do it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Voice #1:&lt;br /&gt;Okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All:&lt;br /&gt;There is cool shit to do&lt;br /&gt;But it can’t come to you&lt;br /&gt;So come on -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Voice #2:&lt;br /&gt;Get out of the way asshole!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Princeton:&lt;br /&gt;Fuck you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All:&lt;br /&gt;There is life outside your apartment.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, you never know&lt;br /&gt;What’s around the bend.&lt;br /&gt;You could win the lotto&lt;br /&gt;Or make a friend...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guys:&lt;br /&gt;Take her home to see your apartment!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lucy:&lt;br /&gt;Do you wanna feel special?&lt;br /&gt;I can see that you do.&lt;br /&gt;Well, I can make you feel&lt;br /&gt;Special.&lt;br /&gt;If you let me feel you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guys:&lt;br /&gt;She’ll feel you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lucy:&lt;br /&gt;Where’s your pad?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Princeton:&lt;br /&gt;Not too far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guys:&lt;br /&gt;We could call you a car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Princeton:&lt;br /&gt;We’ll be fine, thank you! See ya!&lt;br /&gt;Christmas Eve:&lt;br /&gt;Hope you don’t get gonorrhea!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All:&lt;br /&gt;There is life outside your apartment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Princeton/Lucy:&lt;br /&gt;But now it’s time to go home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All:&lt;br /&gt;There is life outside your apartment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trekkie Monster:&lt;br /&gt;Me going home now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Princeton/Lucy:&lt;br /&gt;It’s time to go home!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trekkie Monster:&lt;br /&gt;That’s where me gonna go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lucy:&lt;br /&gt;I can make you feel special&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trekkie Monster:&lt;br /&gt;That’s where me gonna go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All:&lt;br /&gt;There is life outside your apartment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trekkie Monster:&lt;br /&gt;Me going home now,&lt;br /&gt;That’s where me gonna go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Princeton/Lucy:&lt;br /&gt;But now it’s time to go home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trekkie Monster:&lt;br /&gt;For porn!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2092080285650459014-585477897815282056?l=flight-of-distant-dreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flight-of-distant-dreams.blogspot.com/feeds/585477897815282056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2092080285650459014&amp;postID=585477897815282056' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2092080285650459014/posts/default/585477897815282056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2092080285650459014/posts/default/585477897815282056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flight-of-distant-dreams.blogspot.com/2008/09/changed-my-blog-song-at-moment.html' title=''/><author><name>Aristera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14758509830588264111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2092080285650459014.post-392565545094575012</id><published>2008-09-25T18:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-25T18:08:01.017+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(179, 152, 69);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;-Nightmare&lt;/b&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Consumed by doubt,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suffocated by fear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pushing you away,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet wishing you were here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Embraced by regret,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pierced through with hate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prolonging this nightmare,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though I'm in a waking state&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadness surrounds,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep trying to break away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your heart starts to fall,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it shatters like hardened clay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will the pain sustain?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Falling, burning like acid rain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where will your running lead?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only where the monsters will laugh while you bleed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Death keeps close,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amused by worthless attempt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your effort will never falter,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As well as your contempt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Eden~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2092080285650459014-392565545094575012?l=flight-of-distant-dreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flight-of-distant-dreams.blogspot.com/feeds/392565545094575012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2092080285650459014&amp;postID=392565545094575012' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2092080285650459014/posts/default/392565545094575012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2092080285650459014/posts/default/392565545094575012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flight-of-distant-dreams.blogspot.com/2008/09/nightmare-consumed-by-doubt-suffocated_25.html' title=''/><author><name>Aristera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14758509830588264111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2092080285650459014.post-6462061566010920383</id><published>2008-09-25T17:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-25T18:05:53.095+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My honoured brethren,&lt;br /&gt;We come together,&lt;br /&gt;To unite as one,&lt;br /&gt;Against those who are damned,&lt;br /&gt;We show no mercy,&lt;br /&gt;For we have none.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our enemy shall fall,&lt;br /&gt;As we apprise,&lt;br /&gt;To claim our fate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now and forever,&lt;br /&gt;We'll be together,&lt;br /&gt;In Love and in Hate,&lt;br /&gt;In happiness and Sorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They will see, we'll fight until eternity...&lt;br /&gt;Come with me, we'll stand and fight together.&lt;br /&gt;Through our strength, we'll make a better day.&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow,&lt;br /&gt;We shall never surrender.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They will see, we'll fight for what we believe in.&lt;br /&gt;Come with us, we'll sing our symphony together.&lt;br /&gt;Through our hope, we'll strive and live on,&lt;br /&gt;The days ever after,&lt;br /&gt;We will never surrender.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2092080285650459014-6462061566010920383?l=flight-of-distant-dreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flight-of-distant-dreams.blogspot.com/feeds/6462061566010920383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2092080285650459014&amp;postID=6462061566010920383' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2092080285650459014/posts/default/6462061566010920383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2092080285650459014/posts/default/6462061566010920383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flight-of-distant-dreams.blogspot.com/2008/09/my-honoured-brethren-we-come-together.html' title=''/><author><name>Aristera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14758509830588264111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2092080285650459014.post-5961782052481064896</id><published>2008-09-18T14:57:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-18T15:15:21.111+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Name poll. xD</title><content type='html'>Today was screwed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to stab Yong Xun, well and truly with my famous 25-cm scissors straight to where the-sun-doesn't-shine, and hope it never gets back again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I seriously can't stand with his bullshit and retarded laughing. At the WRONG THINGS, if anything of note that isn't just random exaggerated laughing at space.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr Gng also scolded the Board because he thinks we have no initiative or have incompetency issues. Loudly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How annoying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-~-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, on to my main point of the post. You see, I'm kinda stuck on a name for this character I was going to create, and I got most of the plot and want to start writing. However, a block's still a block. Even a major one. Hahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, here are some of the details... And I have a long list of names. Do help me pick one or voice out to me which sounds fitting to you, or even suggest your own. Tag me or e-mail or whatever. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gender: Female&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Purpose: An angel sent from the gods to investigate two 'renegade' male angels [Hell, it's kinda Yaoi. But who gives a damn! D:&lt;]  who disappeared into the floating isle of  Sprites after the causes of preventing a second 'Ragnarok' [A war between the Gods and Demons that wrecked the world.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of these are names I favor on my own. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NAMES~:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Filir&lt;br /&gt;Catherine / Kathryne&lt;br /&gt;Alicel&lt;br /&gt;Aria&lt;br /&gt;Ariana&lt;br /&gt;Lucreta&lt;br /&gt;Luciana&lt;br /&gt;Sailis [LOL. Cliche, much?] -Pronounced Sai-ill-lis, Not SAI-lis or Sail-is. -.- -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... So far that's the list. Do help, please!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Altariel&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2092080285650459014-5961782052481064896?l=flight-of-distant-dreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flight-of-distant-dreams.blogspot.com/feeds/5961782052481064896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2092080285650459014&amp;postID=5961782052481064896' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2092080285650459014/posts/default/5961782052481064896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2092080285650459014/posts/default/5961782052481064896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flight-of-distant-dreams.blogspot.com/2008/09/name-poll-xd.html' title='Name poll. xD'/><author><name>Aristera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14758509830588264111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2092080285650459014.post-2805834642402927280</id><published>2008-09-16T23:34:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T15:00:12.054+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>... .... ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't I have a fairly &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;DECENT &lt;/span&gt;conversation in this house without a roundabout mention of:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My failing health&lt;br /&gt;My failing studies&lt;br /&gt;My violent nature&lt;br /&gt;How I seem so lazy&lt;br /&gt;Why I don't look like I revise&lt;br /&gt;Why am I always so ungrateful&lt;br /&gt;Medicine&lt;br /&gt;Some other industrial pharmacy chimology or the other 12317268321 names for Panadol&lt;br /&gt;Work stuff&lt;br /&gt;Chores&lt;br /&gt;Monetary issues&lt;br /&gt;Dying early and just ditching Life&lt;br /&gt;Divorce&lt;br /&gt;What will happen when you die&lt;br /&gt;The will when you die&lt;br /&gt;About this honour-student guy mom took in&lt;br /&gt;About the honour-student guy's older bro [Who is a SUPER honour student. Practically.]&lt;br /&gt;How I look so thin&lt;br /&gt;Why I look so uninterested when people talk to me&lt;br /&gt;My obsession with the computer&lt;br /&gt;Why I enjoy hurting myself [Dancing issues. Not cutting.]&lt;br /&gt;Why I STILL continue dancing [Asses.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... I know it's a lot. But still. There are a GAZILLION OTHER THINGS YOU CAN TALK ABOUT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swear my mom talks about her 'ideas' or her 'recent endeavors' so much, she's just saying them for self-assurance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why? Simple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agree with her? She'll go on and on and on and eventually look for your opinion, then WHATEVER you say she will criticize, or ask for ANOTHER OPINION that you would likely get wrong, ORRRRR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Roundabout in one huge circle then go about the same thing again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Disagree with her? She gets pissed. She says you are an ingrate, [poison tongue mode on!] and everything else.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2092080285650459014-2805834642402927280?l=flight-of-distant-dreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flight-of-distant-dreams.blogspot.com/feeds/2805834642402927280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2092080285650459014&amp;postID=2805834642402927280' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2092080285650459014/posts/default/2805834642402927280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2092080285650459014/posts/default/2805834642402927280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flight-of-distant-dreams.blogspot.com/2008/09/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Aristera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14758509830588264111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2092080285650459014.post-224368163643533944</id><published>2008-09-12T18:03:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-14T15:58:57.807+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I r back =D~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now. To do the Quiz that Lance sent me -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or more like, targetted me for it. So many people spamming me with stuff like that, it's like a conspiracy -.-...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now. We go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-~-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.The Person who tagged you to do this quiz is...?&lt;br /&gt;Lance, the monkey king :3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.Your relationship with him/her?&lt;br /&gt;Friends, who occasionally spam each other's phones with random crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Your 5 impressions of them:&lt;br /&gt;... This kinda sucks to write cause' he can see it too D:&lt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Friendly&lt;br /&gt;2) Busy person =X&lt;br /&gt;3) Passionate...? [About dancing. :O]&lt;br /&gt;4) Uh... Lieks Bleach? O.o [... I'm running out of ideas.]&lt;br /&gt;5) Jackass!! [Heh, no. Just kidding. He's a nice guy.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yayendkaythxbai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... You wish. ;~;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. The most memorable thing s/he has done for you?&lt;br /&gt;... I only met him like... once... so yeah... uh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Anything s/he said to you of note?&lt;br /&gt;Telling me that I'm not annoying? xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. If s/he asks to become your lover, will you accept?&lt;br /&gt;You expect me to admit like this so openly? Crazy person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. If s/he becomes your lover, is there anything that s/he will have to improve on?&lt;br /&gt;-N/A-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Is there a possibility that s/he'll become your enemy?&lt;br /&gt;Nope, not if I can help it ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Was a repeat question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. What would you want to tell them now?&lt;br /&gt;Concentrate on your tests or exams. Secondary 3 ish very the important &gt;:D Don't anyhow play play sms during the test or I'll come after you. Hehe~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Overall impression of them?&lt;br /&gt;Great ^_^~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. How do you think people feel around you?&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, I think uncomfortable. Some people have told me that when I'm too quiet, I stare somewhere and the silence turns pretty unnerving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. The traits that you love about yourself is/are?&lt;br /&gt;... My violence? [Just kidding.~]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. On the contary, what traits about you that you hate the most?&lt;br /&gt;Extremely short-tempered.&lt;br /&gt;I can ignore people and seem uninterested as well as disrespectful sometimes. Most of the time actually. I disregard the other party's feelings when I get angry and start saying hurtful things without a brain processor. Just like a think-and-shoot, I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. The most ideal person you would want to be?&lt;br /&gt;Myself~ I want to be unique in my own style ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. For the people who care and like you, say something to them!&lt;br /&gt;I'm truly blessed to know all of you. Thank you for being there for me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Pass this message to 10 more other people whom you want to know what they think of you!&lt;br /&gt;1) Eden :D&lt;br /&gt;2) Jaton-san!&lt;br /&gt;3) Yu-chan~&lt;br /&gt;4) Lance :3 [Lol. Do the same thing twice! Goo!]&lt;br /&gt;5) Wolfie!&lt;br /&gt;6) Joannaaa~ ~&lt;br /&gt;7) Jifo!&lt;br /&gt;8) Ferret!~&lt;br /&gt;9) Mummie! :O&lt;br /&gt;10) MIN!! WAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... Eh, crap. It's another one of the number games...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18) Who is number 6 having a relationship with?&lt;br /&gt;No one I think...?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19) Is number 9 male or female?&lt;br /&gt;... Female. &gt;.&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20) If 7 and 10 were to have a relationship with each other, would that be good?&lt;br /&gt;... No. Jifo is crazy. NO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21) What is number 2 studying about?&lt;br /&gt;Hmm.. O's ? :O Jiayou! You can do it!~ ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22) When's the last time you had a chat with number 3?&lt;br /&gt;Last Friday~ She's busy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23) What kind of music band does number 8 like?&lt;br /&gt;Trance music... I think... And some rock. Yup yup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24) Does number 1 have any siblings?&lt;br /&gt;Nope? o.O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25) Will you woo number 3?&lt;br /&gt;Nope ^^; I'm straight, sorry!~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26) How about number 7?&lt;br /&gt;AHAHAHHAHAAAAA NNNOOOO. He's attached anyway. [Thank goodness!!!]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27) Is number 4 single?&lt;br /&gt;I think so. Dunno really. [Lol he's gonna kill me :X]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28) Surname of number 5?&lt;br /&gt;... Great. I don't know. DDDDD: !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29) Hobby of number 10?&lt;br /&gt;Reading komix, watching korean late-nite serials and pr0nz. [... She's gonna kill me too xD]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30) Do number 5 and 9 get along?&lt;br /&gt;They haven't met each other. O.o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31) Where is number 2 studying at?&lt;br /&gt;I don't know. D: He did say he's at the other end of S'pore though &gt;.&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32) Talk about number 1.&lt;br /&gt;Death partner. Sarcism head-of-state. Also of Voodoo Fu lu shou soya beans. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33) Have you tried developing feelings for number 8?&lt;br /&gt;... Lol?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34) Where does number 9 live at?&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere in Yishun :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35) What color does number 4 like?&lt;br /&gt;I just asked him. Bleu. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36) Are number 1 and 5 best friends?&lt;br /&gt;Don't know each other. O.o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37) Does number 1 have any pets?&lt;br /&gt;The Soya bean? O.O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38) Is number 7 the sexiest person in the world?&lt;br /&gt;Maybe! He sure will think he is though!~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39) What is number 10 doing now?&lt;br /&gt;Being bored. Most likely. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-~-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had this weird dream about a really weird subject... Don't die after reading this O.O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dream Subject of the Day: How Bleach got it's name! [Thatharatata!!~]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-~-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Editor is at his desk, staring at the computer screen and smiling as he stretches.*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Editor: Work is done! My project is finished!! *Ahhh. Drinks coffee.*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Door slams open and a mega huge sack that hits the ceiling squeezes in*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Hitsugaya is holding that crazy huge bag some 20 times bigger than him!!-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-... As he runs around, spraying Bleach all over the Editor's house.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hitsugaya: WHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!~ ~ *squeals like a little schoolkid on his first excursion while running at hyperspeed, coating the whole place with a few mountains of Bleach*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Editor stares with mouth wideeee open.*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Eventually by some miracle, the bag finishes and Hitsugaya gives another squealish 'BYEBYE!!' before running out of the door, leaving the whole place filled with white dust-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Editor now says a lot of random cussing words and talks about giving Hitsugaya white hair now*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Then, HIS PHONE RINGS!~~-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Producer: Hey, what do we name the new anime!! Please make it quick dude!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Editor: *didn't know they were connected already* Ah **** this ****ing BLEACH!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Producer: Woah! Swell name! Kay', gotta go bye!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Phone Clicks-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Editor: ... What the? Hey wait!! *frantically tries to call back, but the Producer's phone was turned off.*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Scene changes, to many journalists and a presentation-like scene.*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-I realise that he's at a PRESS CONFERENCE.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Producer: Everyone, we shall name the new phenomonon BLEACH!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Journalists and everyone there: YAY!! BANZAII!! WAHOO!! GREAT NAME!! YEAHHH!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Madness ensues-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Hitsugaya appears in the lighting room, still going 'WHEE!!' and eventually crashes onto the control panel*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Dream ends-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.... Don't ask me why I got that dream. And why I remember it so vividly. Oh man. I don't even WATCH Bleach!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay long post xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Altariel&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2092080285650459014-224368163643533944?l=flight-of-distant-dreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flight-of-distant-dreams.blogspot.com/feeds/224368163643533944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2092080285650459014&amp;postID=224368163643533944' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2092080285650459014/posts/default/224368163643533944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2092080285650459014/posts/default/224368163643533944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flight-of-distant-dreams.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-r-back-d-now.html' title=''/><author><name>Aristera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14758509830588264111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2092080285650459014.post-3529622899120175271</id><published>2008-09-11T22:47:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T23:06:29.089+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stay In Me</title><content type='html'>iPOST NAO :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because people are still stalking me as I don't update much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For one. I changed my song to my fave, Ji Young Suh's Stay in Me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First heard in Audition! But it's gone now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just saw the so-called 'English' lyrics for it and my nose almost combusted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone who can say it that fast with no practice is godly -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will Copypasta for posterity's sake. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mind that the format and stuff is a bit wrong cause' I just took it from an Imeem Comment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone who can finish the song, TELL ME! xDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&gt; For infos, this is KOREAN, not JAPANESE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Stay In Me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay in me come to welcome star in me come to oh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Guys rapping-&lt;br /&gt;Baby baby boo nomanul wonhedo&lt;br /&gt;sarangun techobutho hanaga anin dul&lt;br /&gt;palli palli do shiganun hullodo&lt;br /&gt;suchyoji nagaji anha ijen uri dul&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Female lead-&lt;br /&gt;Gakkumun honjado gwenchanhgin hajiman&lt;br /&gt;ajigdo nan niga joha (aju manhi)&lt;br /&gt;shiganul umjigyo dashi ol su idamyon&lt;br /&gt;nol bangyo jul godman gatha&lt;br /&gt;yolbun misorul damun nol (lovely babe)&lt;br /&gt;tatuthe gunukkim nanun nol wonhe&lt;br /&gt;cappuchina hyanggi chorom iji mothe&lt;br /&gt;ochirhan gu hyanggi it's love&lt;br /&gt;nal morunun chog hajima (ya I ya I ya babe)&lt;br /&gt;nodo nawa machan gajijanha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Chorus-&lt;br /&gt;(Stay in me) jinannare noro doraga&lt;br /&gt;(show me love) narul barabwado gwenchanha&lt;br /&gt;(make me fly) hankod kyo anajwo donun nohji anhge&lt;br /&gt;(stay in me) mame damun gobeg gonnebwa&lt;br /&gt;(show me love) ije nae nune pajyobwa&lt;br /&gt;(make me fly) saranghalge onjena&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Guys!-&lt;br /&gt;Gominun hajima shiganun manhjanha&lt;br /&gt;guri senggaghe juni na hanurul naljanha&lt;br /&gt;onjena i sungan gidaryo wajanha&lt;br /&gt;nomanul wihan naui gobeg one two three four&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby baby boo nomanul wonhedo&lt;br /&gt;sarangun techobutho hanaga anin dul&lt;br /&gt;palli palli do shiganun hullodo&lt;br /&gt;suchyoji nagaji anha ijen uri dul&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hanchami jinado biwodun jarinun&lt;br /&gt;nol wihan gonjido molla (nonun ani)&lt;br /&gt;dalkhomhan kumchorom buduroun sogsagim&lt;br /&gt;onjenga dullyo olgabwa&lt;br /&gt;ochom gurohge moruni (hurry up babe)&lt;br /&gt;oh oh gurohge moruni&lt;br /&gt;nuguboda sojunghan gon noranun gol&lt;br /&gt;guri marhe juni na hanurul naljanha&lt;br /&gt;shwibge bone boriji ma (ya I ya I ya babe)&lt;br /&gt;nowa naui majimag iran gol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Stay in me) jinannare noro doraga&lt;br /&gt;(show me love) narul barabwado gwenchanha&lt;br /&gt;(make me fly) hankod kyo anajwo donun nohji anhge&lt;br /&gt;(stay in me) mame damun gobeg gonnebwa&lt;br /&gt;(show me love) ije naui nune pajyobwa&lt;br /&gt;(make me fly) saranghalge onjena&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No baby boo&lt;br /&gt;sone jabhilgod gathun noui hyanggido&lt;br /&gt;ne mamsoge bid boda paruge&lt;br /&gt;shug hagoso gane&lt;br /&gt;jogi nomojin naui jagun naui nore&lt;br /&gt;narul bwajwo narul anajwo gurume dulso san&lt;br /&gt;narul anajwo baby norul gidarinun noui bin jari&lt;br /&gt;onjena byonchianhun mam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Stay in me) show me love&lt;br /&gt;(make me fly) hankod kyo anajwo donun nohji anhge&lt;br /&gt;(stay in me) mame damun gobeg gonnebwa&lt;br /&gt;(show me love) ije naui nune pajyobwa&lt;br /&gt;(make me fly) saranghalge onjena&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Stay in me) jinannare noro doraga&lt;br /&gt;(show me love) narul barabwado gwenchanha&lt;br /&gt;(make me fly) hankod kyo anajwo donun nohji anhge&lt;br /&gt;(stay in me) mame damun gobeg gonnebwa&lt;br /&gt;(show me love) ije naui nune pajyobwa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay in me onjena show me love saranghalke onjekajina&lt;br /&gt;make me fly beautiful beautiful&lt;br /&gt;stay in me show me love arumdaun gobeg&lt;br /&gt;make me fly arumdaun mogsori yeah onjena&lt;br /&gt;stay in me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... Isn't that super long? Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was thinking about doing the quiz that Natenal had sent me via C-BOX *stares*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I've run out of time!~ Maybe tomorrow ^_^~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Altariel&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2092080285650459014-3529622899120175271?l=flight-of-distant-dreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flight-of-distant-dreams.blogspot.com/feeds/3529622899120175271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2092080285650459014&amp;postID=3529622899120175271' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2092080285650459014/posts/default/3529622899120175271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2092080285650459014/posts/default/3529622899120175271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flight-of-distant-dreams.blogspot.com/2008/09/stay-in-me.html' title='Stay In Me'/><author><name>Aristera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14758509830588264111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2092080285650459014.post-118969802303364468</id><published>2008-08-19T20:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T21:06:37.110+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Woot. Almost a month without posting...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I better do in case of some PEOPLE lurking in my CBOX... -stares ominously at it-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was at Mac in an outlet I frequent... [Not exposing the name in case I get stalked D:]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And on the radio, I heard something... funny. [To me, anyway =x]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently, in Italy, you can get fined 5,000 euros if...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[1] You're caught doing public displays of affection in your CAR...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[2] Lying down on a bench in the park while READING...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[3] Or Parking your car in the handicap-ed region. [This isn't new.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... Amongst other bans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5,000 Euros. That makes &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;7,325&lt;/span&gt; in &lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;U.S Dollars&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;, &lt;/b&gt;and &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;10,397&lt;/span&gt; in &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Singapore Dollars&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;In addition to that, they were saying something about naming this day 'The day of Bans' in Italy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheerful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Altariel, Riviera&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2092080285650459014-118969802303364468?l=flight-of-distant-dreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flight-of-distant-dreams.blogspot.com/feeds/118969802303364468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2092080285650459014&amp;postID=118969802303364468' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2092080285650459014/posts/default/118969802303364468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2092080285650459014/posts/default/118969802303364468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flight-of-distant-dreams.blogspot.com/2008/08/woot.html' title=''/><author><name>Aristera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14758509830588264111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2092080285650459014.post-5330088460792468854</id><published>2008-07-22T14:06:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-22T14:55:51.769+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hohoho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am back after a weekend of toilet-visiting and grovelling my bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes. Toilet-visiting. What do you not understand of that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Food come in must go out, yes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Except mine was a prolonged period of time because I had to do big business :o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. Fine. No more crapping &gt;.&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got diarrhea, headaches and a crappy mood .___.;;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope Jaton-san isn't suffering the same thing as me @_@ We seem to always 'take turns' in getting sick, but since I've not seen him for awhile, I hope he's fine &gt;.&lt;;;  I've been spamming Caramell Dansen because I find it catchy.  But you know you are truly pathetic when you get fascinated by an &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;ELECTRIC WHISK&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Whisk? That's from Home Econs, I'm sure most of you can recall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and my partner, Elkes [Pronounced El-kes, not El-KIS, meanies!] , and the rest of the class were making Chocolate Muffins :3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ms Tang [Coincidence that she's the head of SJAB as well -.-;;] my Home Econs teacher showed us to use the Electric Whisk. And while it goes ZOOOOM, the class was exactly like ~&gt; ' O.O... WOAH KEWL!' Hypnotized by an electronic xD;;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we finally got our own and started turning it on for no reason whatsoever, [After remembering we need to turn on the main switch.... xD] We had to mash butter and milk :o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We finally turned it on~ At speed 1, we could see the thing going MoshMoShMoooshhh. :D Then Elkes thought it was too slow. So, to speed 2! But I set it too high on the batter, and some of it when SLOOOSH xD It flew OUT~ D: ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Elkes' apron. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And after pushing it all the way down the mixture, where we continued to watch it slosh about...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was STILL too slow for our standards. XDDD!! [I think we are screaming for trouble, practically.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SPEED 3!! It zoomed all the way around the bowl and we had to get someone to hold it @__@ Then the bowl kinda went out of control... And we wanted to turn it off. [With choruses of "Ahhh!! Turnitoff!!Turnitoff!!! '' ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Elkes hit my hand by accident... and it went to the 'M' label we didn't notice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[In case you don't know ~&gt; M = Max.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The result = Disasterous XDD  with " HOLY !! OMG OMG STOP IT!! " and " AHHHH!! THE MAIN SWITCHH!! ''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Click~ -WHIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII- - Whiiiirrrrrrrr-rrrrrr-rrr.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Both students wheezing and looking at the whisk with a somewhat newfound respect while the other two opposite stare at us with mouths open~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Elkes! Rebecca! Stop playing with the whisk and get back to work!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the time we were done, the mixture looked so WATERY aside from the normal 'lumpy' mixture the rest had... So we went to the teacher and she added more flour to the fiasco and told us "Don't touch it on your life." @___@;;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there. :o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to rush the other end of the post so what mostly happened is :-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Elkes combusted the egg xD;; So we had to sift out eggshells from what was left of it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~We had this choice to use the chocolate chips as decoration or just dump it all in...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Which option we took, I think you can guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Another choice, 2 Big muffins or 6 small ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: " So which do you think you want? "&lt;br /&gt;Elkes: " Anything. "&lt;br /&gt;Me: " ...We don't have all day. "&lt;br /&gt;Elkes: "... The small ones. "&lt;br /&gt;Me: " Okay. "&lt;br /&gt;Elkes: [In a whisper] " Cause' they look... &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;cuter&lt;/span&gt;... "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O.O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&gt; End result : SUPER NICE MUFFINS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that's not sarcasm. They WERE nice O.O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would take a picture of them, but yeah. This event was on Friday...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah. They are probably out of my digestion system already @__@&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to rush for SJAB before Ms Tang kills me @______@&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I am going to get screwed because I didn't take the uniform measurement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;Oh crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jaa ne!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Altariel, Riviera&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/2092080285650459014-5330088460792468854?l=flight-of-distant-dreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flight-of-distant-dreams.blogspot.com/feeds/5330088460792468854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2092080285650459014&amp;postID=5330088460792468854' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2092080285650459014/posts/default/5330088460792468854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2092080285650459014/posts/default/5330088460792468854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flight-of-distant-dreams.blogspot.com/2008/07/hohoho.html' title=''/><author><name>Aristera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14758509830588264111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2092080285650459014.post-3631200124596534904</id><published>2008-07-17T21:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-17T22:31:40.872+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I convieniently forgot what I wanted to type by the time I opened this page.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Great.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;~&gt;&gt; I'm also going to swear a lot in this post. You have been warned. &lt;&lt;~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;It's going to be another ranting post. Please close if you feel :-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;~Pissed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;~Extremely unhappy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;~If you think life is seriously fucked up at this moment -_-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;~-~&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I am very tired nowadays. I sleep in class, I stare at the whiteboard, I mumble crap I don't understand out of my mouth, I draw on my test papers and textbooks. Some even with pen. I think my classmates are stupid immature monkeys with no brain cells except to scream and shout like uncivilized barbarians.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Their mindmap can go to this :-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;[Listed on probability of action happening.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Scenario 1:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Teacher comes into class.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;~&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Scream.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;~'SIANNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;~'HAI TEACHER!! LOLOLOLOLL I DIDN'T DO HW TODAY!'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;~'WALAO! SEE LA, ALL -insert innocent classmate's name here.- 's FAULT LA!'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;~'WA FUCK LA! TEACHER COME TODAY!'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;-&gt; Least probability&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;~Everyone will keep their mouth shut and sit down in a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;fairly&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; civilized manner.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Scenario 2:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Class in session.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;~Interrupt the teacher word-for-word&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;~Random shouting of answers and 'LI-AR!'&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Scenario 3:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Teacher is giving out homework due to noise level.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;~'FUCK LA!'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;~'SIANNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;~'EH TEACHER, BUT I QUIET WHATTT!' [Someone who has been shouting all the time.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;-&gt; Someone else. Conversation is something like:-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Someone: 'Eh can shaddap or not fucker?! Because of you then liddat right?!'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Person: 1: 'Fuck off la noob! -insert insult of mother, father, or some tom, dick and harry -.- -'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;            2: 'What la! Got problem want to fight izzit?!'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;~Other class members shout and scream as this goes on as if it's some brawlfight.~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Scenario 4 :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Teacher leaves class.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;~Get up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;~Scream.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;~Fight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;~Run around and hit tables and chairs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;~Shoot paper aeroplanes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;~Draw on the whiteboard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;~Get stuff from dustbin and throw at other people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;~&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Run for recess.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All this in 1 day of class repeatedly. With the class asshole beside me stealing my pencilbox material constantly and getting my books confiscated due to him reading my books in class. Or taking the paper I am using to draw on and purposefully slamming my hand. [ALWAYS WHEN I AM ABOUT TO FINISH.] or simply just tearing the paper in front of my face and laughing, calling it an 'ACCIDENT.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ALWAYS IN ENGLISH CLASS WHEN THE TEACHER KNOWS IT'S MINE AND SHE WANTS &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;HIM&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; TO DO IMPOSSIBLE STUFF LIKE SCORING HIGH FOR A TEST WHEN HE FAILS HORRIBLY BEFORE SHE GIVES IT BACK. AN OVERDUE LIBRARY BOOK NO LESS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO WHEN IT EVER COMES BACK, I HAVE TO PAY A FEW MONTHS WORTH OF FINE BECAUSE OF THAT FUCKING ASSHOLE. GREAT LA, YONG XUN. WELL DONE. VERY GOOD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my parents ask 'Why are your grades dropping?' , 'You play too much.' -Banned from computer.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's too far for me to think that they will ask: 'Why do you look so depressed?' Yeah, probably in a few YEARS they will notice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's always : 'Why are you swearing so much?' , 'Stop being so petty, the soceity is not going to stand all that crap.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I get it. It's always YOUR WORK first, then WALTER. Him and his SCHOLARSHIP. Then it's why I swear so much. And what I USED TO be. And WHY COULDN'T I BE LIKE -insert some person's- CHILD. WHO IS 'PERFECT' AND EARNS COMPLIMENTS LIKE A PISSIN' TOILETBOWL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then be depressed, Mom, Dad. For to you, I am not your 'child'. I am your 'employee'. Why do you say that? Because everything it's about 'In my work, people never disobey me like this!' or 'You don't climb on my head and shit!'. Or 'You freeloading bastard!' [In basic sense. Of everything summarized.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do not care about your career as much as I care about why my class is as idiotic as it is now. And mom keeps talking about her financial plans and expects me to REMEMBER them for her. So if she asks, I get screwed by her if I don't remember them or when she asks my opinion, I give it, then she will place ANOTHER doubt at me, expect me to answer, then ANOTHER and ANOTHER and ANOTHER. When I am doing something like homework or I am damn busy at current. If I get pissed at tell her to get out, she'll get angry and her poison-tongue mode comes on again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad restricts me from sleeping in afternoons because it 'turns my life upside down'. Look, sleeping in the afternoon is &lt;strong&gt;not&lt;/strong&gt; going to turn me nocturnal. Get that into your thick head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does not include all the stupid Sec 2s I have to face each day simply because they won't shut up and walk straight back to class without pulling my hair or teasing me with stupid comments about my high socks and long skirt. I don't care if I am 'Unglam'. I don't care if my hair is messy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I AM NOT A FASHION SHOW, STUPID. NOR DO I ENJOY BEING CRITIZED FOR ANYTHING I DO TO RECTIFY MATTERS.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;'Fucking attention-seeker' Yep.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;'Interfering bitch!' I can't care any less about what you do unless I am supposed to do it. You can piss in a lift, I'll give you a disgusted look, and I won't speak anyway.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;'Pretty-talking bootlicker!' I hardly talk, and I am a blunt person. Bootlicking? PLEASE. I will not bootlick for a higher position because that is not my style. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I have seen better bootlickers than you guys, and I'm not interested in what you have to say. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;'Emo-acter!' Don't enjoy talking + Likes wearing black + Not very expressive + Can have a 'black' mood = Emo? Your equations fail. Define EMO.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;As you can see, I am not happy about my current state of life. It's so stagnant it hurts. Audition is getting so slow, the computer is fucking up, my fuse is getting shorter, I'll see those idiots next year if my grades go on like this. I don't like to revise. I don't WANT to study chinese.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I want my violin class. I want my books. I want my dancing group back.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I want Everything to be back as it used to be.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But Time is irrevertable.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We have no choice but to go on.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Nothing lives except for stories, hate, hurt and fantasies.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Not even memories are preserved.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Not even dreams escape from being shattered.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We just have no choice.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;~Rebecca.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2092080285650459014-3631200124596534904?l=flight-of-distant-dreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flight-of-distant-dreams.blogspot.com/feeds/3631200124596534904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2092080285650459014&amp;postID=3631200124596534904' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2092080285650459014/posts/default/3631200124596534904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2092080285650459014/posts/default/3631200124596534904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flight-of-distant-dreams.blogspot.com/2008/07/ui-convieniently-forgot-what-i-wanted.html' title=''/><author><name>Aristera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14758509830588264111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2092080285650459014.post-7739696105296378738</id><published>2008-07-11T15:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-11T16:19:13.193+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Since I overslept for school today... [OH SHIT! MY 2 MODULAR TEST AND HOME ECONS CLASS GONEEE....]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To stop ranting, we shall have crap. Yes, crap. Undisputed crap. Why are you still reading the crap that I'm typing with no train of crap-talk o_O...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I make no sense. &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quiz from Yu-chan's blog...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. What is the most important thing in your life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Books. Books. Books.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. What is the last thing that you had bought using own money?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eh...? I use my own money a lot... I guess it's Calbee Prawn Crackers... The original flavour one o_O [... Be specific, what Kineito said &gt;.&gt;...]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Where do you wish to get married?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I currently have no marriage plans. But I guess if I have to, I wouldn't make a huge hoo-ha of it. Maybe just a wedding arch at a nice hill with a great view. [LOL. YOU WON'T FIND THIS IN SINGAPORE. DREAM.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. How old do you think you will be permanently owned by your love?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Where was the last restaurant you had dinner?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um... I'm eating a lot of 'da bao' [Um.. Store take-out?] nowadays... So this might date back awhile... Specifically dinner, I think Coffee Club... Though we didn't have Coffee there anyway =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Name the latest book you had bought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zorro - The Novel by Isabel Allende&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. What is your full name?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rebecca Altariel Ting Yee Ching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Do you prefer your mother or father?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Depends... Mother can have a really poison tongue in a bad mood. Father is finicky about house cleanliness. [Actually, both of them are.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Name a person that you really wish to meet in real life for the first time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish to meet many people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.Christina or Britney?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neither. I don't keep up with Celeb stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Do you do your own laundry?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. The most exciting place you want to go?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New Zealand or Switzerland? I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Hugs or Kisses?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hugs, as always.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. 8 things I an passionate about :-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Books.&lt;br /&gt;- Music.&lt;br /&gt;- Privacy.&lt;br /&gt;- The Washroom. [I'm serious. Lol.]&lt;br /&gt;- Drawings.&lt;br /&gt;- Moods. [As to a living being's]&lt;br /&gt;- The people I hang out with.&lt;br /&gt;- Crapping. [Not really, I just didn't have anything else to type XD]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. 8 things I say too often :-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Shut up !&lt;br /&gt;- Hmm?&lt;br /&gt;- Oh.&lt;br /&gt;- Bloody hell...&lt;br /&gt;- 'Kay.&lt;br /&gt;- Damn you/it !&lt;br /&gt;- Keep quiet if you don't know what you are talking about.&lt;br /&gt;- Anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. 5 songs I could listen to over and over again :-&lt;br /&gt;'Schwarzweiss' - Atelier Iris III: Grand Phantasm Opening song by Haruka Shimotsuki&lt;br /&gt;'Brass De Chocobo' - A remix from an original Final Fantasy track.&lt;br /&gt;'Hishoku No Sora' by Mami Kawada&lt;br /&gt;'Joint' by Mami Kawada&lt;br /&gt;'Perseus' by Hitomi Shimatani&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. How long do you intend to wait for someone you really like?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know. I've plenty of crushes here and there, I admit. So I'll just stick to the mindset that I'm fickle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. If the person you like is already attached, what will you do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sit and look from afar. It's always been like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. If you had a choice, what kind of family do you wish to be born in?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Do you love being tagged?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I can see them later, why not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. What's the first thing you do when you wake up?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uhm, check the time?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. What type of friends do you like?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just about anyone except braggers and back-stabbers. Typical.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. What type of parents do you dislike?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abusive ones?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. If your lover has betrayed you, what will your reaction be like?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll get angry and cry. I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. If you fall in love with two people in a time, which one will you pick?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not a fan of love triangles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. Is it more blessed to be loved or loving someone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be loved. It is natural.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. Who is the most important person to you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If s/he was important to me, all the more I won't tell who. I'm that kind of person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. Would you do anything to get the attention of the person you like?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps. If it was worth it. I've done plenty of crazy things before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. What would you do if your best friend steads with the person you like?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um. Congratulate. Excuse myself. Cry? [Iuno...]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. What would you do if the person you like knows that you like him?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Panic?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. What time of age will you like to start a relationship?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No plans. I guess after 18.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. What will you do if you found out someone you hate the most likes you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spontaneously reject it for as far as it would go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33.Are you confused about what lies ahead of you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Always. It makes me nervous, so I try not to think about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. Would you give it all in a relationship?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I would.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~END.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow. I realise a lot of my answers tie together with Yu-chan's... Hope she won't kill me XDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Altariel, Riviera&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2092080285650459014-7739696105296378738?l=flight-of-distant-dreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flight-of-distant-dreams.blogspot.com/feeds/7739696105296378738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2092080285650459014&amp;postID=7739696105296378738' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2092080285650459014/posts/default/7739696105296378738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2092080285650459014/posts/default/7739696105296378738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flight-of-distant-dreams.blogspot.com/2008/07/since-i-overslept-for-school-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Aristera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14758509830588264111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2092080285650459014.post-3437920589904001593</id><published>2008-07-06T18:55:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-06T19:05:14.873+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>All of you are leaving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You just send me a note, and leave it at that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then you go off and shut the door on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'I am going somewhere, take care alright?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I don't even know if you'll come back alive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You give me a smile, and dissapear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This mysteriousness, loneliness...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't you know I &lt;strong&gt;DETEST&lt;/strong&gt; it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have enough people who dissapear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have enough people that back-stab me for all they like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have enough people whom they talk to me for awhile, but never come back later unless they get bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've had &lt;em&gt;ENOUGH&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't turn back, for you're not even fit to see the tears I cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Assholes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2092080285650459014-3437920589904001593?l=flight-of-distant-dreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flight-of-distant-dreams.blogspot.com/feeds/3437920589904001593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2092080285650459014&amp;postID=3437920589904001593' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2092080285650459014/posts/default/3437920589904001593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2092080285650459014/posts/default/3437920589904001593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flight-of-distant-dreams.blogspot.com/2008/07/all-of-you-are-leaving.html' title=''/><author><name>Aristera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14758509830588264111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2092080285650459014.post-4132840875238544677</id><published>2008-07-06T13:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-06T13:43:43.324+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hennet, stop taking my Pringles &gt;=&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need them to LIVe!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2092080285650459014-4132840875238544677?l=flight-of-distant-dreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flight-of-distant-dreams.blogspot.com/feeds/4132840875238544677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2092080285650459014&amp;postID=4132840875238544677' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2092080285650459014/posts/default/4132840875238544677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2092080285650459014/posts/default/4132840875238544677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flight-of-distant-dreams.blogspot.com/2008/07/hennet-stop-taking-my-pringles-i-need.html' title=''/><author><name>Aristera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14758509830588264111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2092080285650459014.post-5863333516372835140</id><published>2008-07-06T13:23:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-06T19:18:40.117+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Randomness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width="145"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="BORDER-RIGHT: #006600 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #006600 2px solid; PADDING-BOTTOM: 5px; BORDER-LEFT: #006600 2px solid; COLOR: #ffffff; PADDING-TOP: 5px; BORDER-BOTTOM: #006600 2px solid" align="middle" bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;p style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-SIZE: 15px; COLOR: #000000; FONT-FAMILY: Georgia,Serif"&gt;I am a&lt;br /&gt;Canna &lt;a style="FONT-SIZE: 15px; COLOR: #0000ff; FONT-FAMILY: Georgia,Serif" href="http://www.thisgardenisillegal.com/flower-quiz.htm"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="200" src="http://thisgardenisillegal.com/quiz/canna.jpg" width="140" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What Flower&lt;br /&gt;Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tried again with other options...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width="145"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="BORDER-RIGHT: #006600 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #006600 2px solid; PADDING-BOTTOM: 5px; BORDER-LEFT: #006600 2px solid; COLOR: #ffffff; PADDING-TOP: 5px; BORDER-BOTTOM: #006600 2px solid" align="middle" bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;p style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-SIZE: 15px; COLOR: #000000; FONT-FAMILY: Georgia,Serif"&gt;I am a&lt;br /&gt;Rose &lt;a style="FONT-SIZE: 15px; COLOR: #0000ff; FONT-FAMILY: Georgia,Serif" href="http://www.thisgardenisillegal.com/flower-quiz.htm"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="200" src="http://thisgardenisillegal.com/quiz/rose.jpg" width="140" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What Flower&lt;br /&gt;Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I can use this as an 'excuse' post if anyone is going to say 'HAI U NT UPDATING AGIN. UPDATE PLZXZXZXZ' =X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Altariel, Riviera&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2092080285650459014-5863333516372835140?l=flight-of-distant-dreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flight-of-distant-dreams.blogspot.com/feeds/5863333516372835140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2092080285650459014&amp;postID=5863333516372835140' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2092080285650459014/posts/default/5863333516372835140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2092080285650459014/posts/default/5863333516372835140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flight-of-distant-dreams.blogspot.com/2008/07/randomness.html' title=''/><author><name>Aristera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14758509830588264111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2092080285650459014.post-5368921578507832514</id><published>2008-07-03T17:17:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-03T17:53:43.220+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Eh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This post was spurred on by an old friend of mine... A letter, actually...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Started with 'Hey, Chira-chan. [Chirasaki was used by me last time. I didn't expect him to remember. His was Kineito... Because he always wanted to become a Knight. A white one. Heh.] '&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bottom line was. "I've been reading the stuff you write. Your stories, mostly. I liked them a lot. But seriously, your blog only writes quizzes or minor things. You hardly talk about your life at all! I demand some information. NOW. This second.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's gonna be so mad at me... heh... Well, so there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What have I been doing... hmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going for Saint John's as a CCA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just got into Prefectorial Board in School. With a mentor who's really nice. But it's my first day so I'm a nervous wreck... Kinda... Secondary students there can be really... cheeky. I can't really do anything else aside from that...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently I had 3 duties... much more than a normal prefect... hehe...:-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Counter Girl ~ To give PC-forms to the people who are late... We get to slack too ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. During recess duty ~ 15 minutes off my recess! Patrolling around the area... To kck classmates of the classrooms in case they get framed for stealing something...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. AFTER my duty... And assembly. Stand outside the hall area and um... 'block?' people when they want to run or something... Mostly force them to go in single-file... Some of he people there are really sick... They keep going like 'It's the new batch of recruits! Helluuu -wavewave-' It's really comical sometimes... then we have to shout if they scoot off. Sadly, strictly no violence allowed... How sad. &gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-~-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not doing very well in class... Things are very boring for me. No one in this year [And seems likely the next.] can accomedate to my madness and randomness... Hell, most only know how to show off, screaming for no rhyme nor reason... And the guys speak -or attempt to.- hokkien and some cantonese... Some of it's even mixed. Not to mention our Tarzan incident... That I doubt I'll forgot ^^"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Kineito... You little ass... ''What kind of guys do you normally fall for? I've asked you this for 3 years straight. Give me an answerr. -insert mad spam here.-''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shouldn't say anything to appease your little pathetic soul, but yes. I will answer then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I -normally.- fancy guys who are older than me.. not too old, but yup~ Normally just a little bit older!~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;You shall get no more hints from me. Meheheeheh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to meet my Oni-san later. Should get ready now =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And don't you dare to spam me anymore with e-mails, Ki-san. I'm not giving you my number &lt;3 I have no idea if you were even joking about the first part. You don't really have my blog, do you?~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Send another letter soon. I'll be waiting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(\_/)&lt;br /&gt;( . . )&lt;br /&gt;(")(")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wave bunny!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Altariel, Riviera.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2092080285650459014-5368921578507832514?l=flight-of-distant-dreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flight-of-distant-dreams.blogspot.com/feeds/5368921578507832514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2092080285650459014&amp;postID=5368921578507832514' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2092080285650459014/posts/default/5368921578507832514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2092080285650459014/posts/default/5368921578507832514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flight-of-distant-dreams.blogspot.com/2008/07/eh.html' title=''/><author><name>Aristera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14758509830588264111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2092080285650459014.post-6934981998418278689</id><published>2008-06-30T20:47:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-30T22:32:33.341+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Stupid day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table class="tblBorderAll" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizfarm.com/test.php?q_id=35647N" target="_blank"&gt;WHAT MAJOR IS RIGHT FOR YOU?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:78%;"&gt;created with &lt;a href="http://quizfarm.com/" target="_blank"&gt;QuizFarm.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;You scored as &lt;b&gt;English/Journalism/Comm&lt;/b&gt; &lt;p&gt;You should strongly consider majoring (or minoring) in Communication, English, Film, Journalism, Literature, or Writing. &amp;lt;br&amp;gt; &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;It is possible that the best major for you is your 2nd, 3rd, or even 5th listed category, so be sure to consider ALL majors in your OTHER high scoring categories (below). You may score high in a category you didnt think you would--it is possible that a great major for you is something you once dismissed as not for you. The right major for you will be something 1) you love and enjoy and 2) are really great at it. &amp;lt;br&amp;gt;&amp;lt;br&amp;gt;Consider adding a minor or double majoring to make yourself standout and to combine your interests. Please post your results in your myspace/blog/journal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;img style="VISIBILITY: hidden; WIDTH: 0px; HEIGHT: 0px" height="0" src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/CIMP/bT*xJmx*PTEyMTQ4Mjk4MDUxNDAmcHQ9MTIxNDgyOTgwNzE*MCZwPTY5MDgxJmQ9Jm49Jmc9MQ==.jpg" width="0" border="0" /&gt; Graph won't show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.~.~.~.~.~.~.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B) Tag 8 people to do this quiz &amp;amp; those who are tagged cannot refuse. These people must state who they were tagged by &amp;amp; cannot tag the person whom they were tagged by. Continue this game by sending it to other people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#1 If your lover betrayed you, what will your reaction be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hate, get angry, rant like a mad person and possibly be dejected and unusually sarcastic. Become a bitch for a week. Or longer. I usually think before I accept.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#2 If you can have a dream to come true, what would it be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do well in Sec school. Get into Veterinarian course in Poly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#3 What will your dream wedding be like?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We'll see =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#4 Will you rather have a loving girl/boyfriend and little friends, or no girl/guy to love you yet many friends?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'll have the first, if that can ever happen. You don't know when those 'many friends' is just an obvious facade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#5 What if one day you realised that the person you love turns out to be different from whom you think he/she is?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Comtempelate in silence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#6 Which is more blessed, loving someone or being loved by someone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being loved by someone, definately. Loving someone and (most of the time) you don't know how to break it out to someone/impossible to happen things really hurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#7 Subway cookies or Famous Amos?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-What a strange question...- Famous Amos o_o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#8 Have you had a guy friend that you want to be closer to?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup. He has a stead now though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#9 Is there anything that has made you unhappy these days?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lot of things. I'm unhappy most of the time, more than my usual blank-ness nowadays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#10 What do you want 2ND most in life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Learn the violin and be extremely proficient at it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#11 Do you like being tagged?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Depends on the content. Like this. Quizzies. &gt;.&gt;;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#12 How do you see yourself in ten years' time?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Out from my parent's place and pursuing a degree. (Or out of the country and somewhere else.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#13 Who is currently the 3RD most important person to you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's being contended by two people. They aren't really on good terms right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#14 What kind of person do you think the person who tagged you is (answer in opposites)?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Answer in opposites?- Slouchy. (Hyper-active)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#15 Would you rather be single and rich or married but poor?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For now, I think Single (the rich part isn't really needed) since I'm not desperate for a relationship. Hormones not talking that bad yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#16 What's the first thing you do every morning?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... Smash alarmclocks? Or rub my eyes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#17 Would you give all in a relationship?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I know it's not a one-sided affair, yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#18 Who would you consider your best friend in your current occupation?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At current, my books. I don't socialize well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#19 What type of friends do you like?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honest and Humorous. Or Quiet but cheerful. Just seriously not those fair-weather friends. I DETEST them. -[Copyright Eden/Twilight]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#20 How many questions have you changed?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~I won't force anyone to do this quiz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This was due for awhile &gt;&lt;; Sorry Min.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Name 20 people you can think of right now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Dont read the questions until you have named the 20 people.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;1. Eden&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;2. Jaton&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;3. Benedict&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;4. Leone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;5. 'Shizuna'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;6. Yu&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;7. Min xD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;8. Sing Yong 'Kyosa'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;9. Merie&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;10. Lenalorie 'Lena' t('.'t)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;11. Arykanae&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;12. Xeps. [This is so effing random LOL.]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;13. Nisah (?)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;14. Soraa O.o&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;15. Senny&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;16. Lauren&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;17. Jifo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;18. Matthew [Rykel]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;19. Zelia...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;20. Joshuaa O.o [Wolfie]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How did you meet 14?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Audition.. ^^;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What would you do if you never met 1?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'll never live through Primary School. She was my entertainment system. XDD [hides]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What if 9 &amp;amp; 20 dated?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;They just might get along o.O... Since they have some common interests. Merie is quiet though.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Would 6 &amp;amp; 17 date?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;... AHAHAHAHHAHAAAAA- - No. Jifo is.... How do we say, .... Difficult, at times. [Make that just about ALL the time.]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Describe 3.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A self-proclaimed 'Horny bastard' and can spontaenously twist almost any word to relate with Sexuality issues. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Is 8 attractive?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Uhm... Better than me, but she SHOULD stop ACBC-ing so much. She can look disgusting... [In my opinion.]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Describe 7.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hell partner, obsessed with EDWARD AND KANAME. [Psycho-s her to write a JacobxEdward Fic. MUAHAHHAHAHAAA.] Also dumps Quizzes on me like no one's biz &gt;:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Know any of 12's Family members?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;OMG. One. Sister. Grace.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What would you do if 18 confessed his/her love for you?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Die of shock? He has a stead tho' so.... Likely won't happen ^^;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What language does 15 speak?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;English. With a touch of Japanese and French.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Who is 9 going out with?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;No one at current O.o&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When is the last time you spoke to 13?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Today. After I messed her hair O.o... [Classmate.]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Who's 2's Favourite band/Singer?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Um.. I don't know... I only know he likes the piano though =( [Feels ashamed]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Would you ever date 4?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.... -skips- &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Would you ever date 1?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She's not interested in such kinda stuff O.o...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Is 19 single?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I think so. Don't really care. She can switch guys like a washing machine does to detergent.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What is 10's last name?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tay.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Would you ever be in a rls with 11?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;[What's RLS...] Aryk is female... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3's School?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Same school, Hai Sing Catholic. [Classmate.]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Where does 6 live?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;... I... don't... remember... [Cries]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What's your favourite thing about 5?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We dance together ^^ Choreography can be fun although tiring sometimes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Have you seen 2 naked?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;... Noooooo. Don't ask anymore &gt;:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-Once again, no forcing for the quiz stuff.-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Quiz tyme &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;OVAR&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;~&lt;em&gt;Atelier&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2092080285650459014-6934981998418278689?l=flight-of-distant-dreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flight-of-distant-dreams.blogspot.com/feeds/6934981998418278689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2092080285650459014&amp;postID=6934981998418278689' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2092080285650459014/posts/default/6934981998418278689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2092080285650459014/posts/default/6934981998418278689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flight-of-distant-dreams.blogspot.com/2008/06/stupid-day_1837.html' title=''/><author><name>Aristera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14758509830588264111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2092080285650459014.post-3176368039975071548</id><published>2008-06-28T18:02:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-28T22:13:04.427+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sorry. Ignore the last post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should have just ate cookies or something.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2092080285650459014-3176368039975071548?l=flight-of-distant-dreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flight-of-distant-dreams.blogspot.com/feeds/3176368039975071548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2092080285650459014&amp;postID=3176368039975071548' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2092080285650459014/posts/default/3176368039975071548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2092080285650459014/posts/default/3176368039975071548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flight-of-distant-dreams.blogspot.com/2008/06/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Aristera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14758509830588264111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2092080285650459014.post-6068040079149523062</id><published>2008-06-22T23:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-23T00:03:34.533+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Homework sucks. So I decided to do this quiz that a friend wanted me to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&gt; Please note that she is another kindof person who gives no shit to her schoolwork and can burn it in a fire for all she can care. If she wouldn't be killed by not doing it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://sekiatelier.mypersonality.info" target="_top"&gt;&lt;img src="http://badges.mypersonality.info/badge/0/8/81322.png" alt="Click to view my Personality Profile page" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://sekiatelier.mypersonality.info/" target="_top"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wonder if it shows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Altariel,Riviera&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2092080285650459014-6068040079149523062?l=flight-of-distant-dreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flight-of-distant-dreams.blogspot.com/feeds/6068040079149523062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2092080285650459014&amp;postID=6068040079149523062' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2092080285650459014/posts/default/6068040079149523062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2092080285650459014/posts/default/6068040079149523062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flight-of-distant-dreams.blogspot.com/2008/06/homework-sucks_22.html' title=''/><author><name>Aristera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14758509830588264111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2092080285650459014.post-3737892042485362647</id><published>2008-06-13T22:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-13T22:30:26.329+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Xue Qing's Quiz.</title><content type='html'>I r back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND GUESS WHAT. I FINISHED EDEN'S QUIZ. So much for 000.02%...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hai desu!~ :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.What is the connection between you &amp;amp; the last person that called you ?&lt;br /&gt;Death Partner.&lt;br /&gt;2.Did you ever turn off your cell phone ?&lt;br /&gt;Not really. Silent mode, though.&lt;br /&gt;3.What happened at 10.00am today ?&lt;br /&gt;On the bus to meet a few people for Study.&lt;br /&gt;4.When did you last cry ?&lt;br /&gt;A week ago?&lt;br /&gt;5.What is your favourite thing to eat with peanut butter ?&lt;br /&gt;… I eat peanut butter?&lt;br /&gt;6.What do you want in your life right now ?&lt;br /&gt;There’s plenty!~&lt;br /&gt;7.Do you carry an umbrella out when it rains, or just put on your hood ?&lt;br /&gt;Neither. If I have cloths to wrap my electronics, I walk through it.&lt;br /&gt;8.What's your favourite thing to put on your bed ?&lt;br /&gt;Uh… BlanketPillowWhale?&lt;br /&gt;9.What bottoms are you wearing now ?&lt;br /&gt;Khaki…&lt;br /&gt;10.What is the nicest text in your inbox says ?&lt;br /&gt;From a friend, ‘fkfkfkfkfkfkfkfkfkfkfk _l_’ [Not towards me. We were talking about someone.]&lt;br /&gt;11.Do you tend to make relationships complicated ?&lt;br /&gt;… I have relationships? Wow.&lt;br /&gt;12.Are you wearing something that you borrowed from someone ?&lt;br /&gt;Nope.&lt;br /&gt;13.What was the last movie you last caught ?&lt;br /&gt;Ironman…&lt;br /&gt;14.What are you proud of ?&lt;br /&gt;My arcade skills… wut? =/&lt;br /&gt;15.What does the oldest text message in your inbox says ?&lt;br /&gt;Uh… another friend… ‘Sing me Schwarzweiss!’&lt;br /&gt;16.What is the last song you sang out loud ?&lt;br /&gt;Whisung’s 7 Days…&lt;br /&gt;17.Do you have any nice names ? What are they ?&lt;br /&gt;Altariel? Riviera? Yoriko? Depends on your genre.&lt;br /&gt;18.What was the last receive text message ? Who was it from?&lt;br /&gt;Go back to the 1st one.&lt;br /&gt;19.What time did you go to bed last night ?&lt;br /&gt;Mm, 5.45a.m.&lt;br /&gt;20.Are you currently happy ?&lt;br /&gt;Content, but not apparently shoot-myself happy.&lt;br /&gt;21.Who gives you the best advice ?&lt;br /&gt;Death partner, Eden.&lt;br /&gt;22.Do you eat whipped cream straight away from the can ?&lt;br /&gt;... … Apparently not.&lt;br /&gt;23.Who did you talk on phone last night ?&lt;br /&gt;Nobody.&lt;br /&gt;24.Is anything bugging you right now ?&lt;br /&gt;Mmhmm.&lt;br /&gt;25.What's bugging you right now ?&lt;br /&gt;Why I had to do this quiz in the first place.&lt;br /&gt;26.Do you wear toe socks ?&lt;br /&gt;… Seriously, what are they?&lt;br /&gt;27.Who was the last person you last had a missed call from ?&lt;br /&gt;My mom.&lt;br /&gt;28.Have you ever had your heartbroken ?&lt;br /&gt;Once. That’s enough.&lt;br /&gt;29.What annoys you most in a person ?&lt;br /&gt;Someone who acts cute too much and thinks they really are. Stuck-ups.&lt;br /&gt;30.Do you have a crush on anyone ?&lt;br /&gt;Yes, actually.&lt;br /&gt;31.Have you ever done cocaine ?&lt;br /&gt;… -Makes you eat her fist-&lt;br /&gt;32.What is the colour of your room ?&lt;br /&gt;Bleu-Gween.&lt;br /&gt;33.Would you kill someone you hate for a billion dollar ?&lt;br /&gt;Why not? Not really for the billion dollars. More for the satisfaction of killing said person.&lt;br /&gt;34.Do you believe in the saying "talk is cheap" ?&lt;br /&gt;Yupyup. NATO-s. [No Action, Talk Only.]&lt;br /&gt;35.Who was the last person who lay in your bed ?&lt;br /&gt;Me, Myself and I.&lt;br /&gt;36.Who was the last person who hugged you ?&lt;br /&gt;I don’t remember. Usually I don’t allow it.&lt;br /&gt;37.Did anyone see the last person you kissed ?&lt;br /&gt;…?&lt;br /&gt;40.What is the reason behind your profile song?&lt;br /&gt;Because it sounds nice…?&lt;br /&gt;41.Who was the last person you saw in your dreams ?&lt;br /&gt;A visualization of a fictional character in my own stories. Lasted too short.&lt;br /&gt;42.Last time I smiled ?&lt;br /&gt;This afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;43.Have you ever change this year ?&lt;br /&gt;Apparently, aside from swearing a lot more?&lt;br /&gt;44.What are you listening to right now ?&lt;br /&gt;’Purity of your Smile.’&lt;br /&gt;45.Are you talking to someone while doing this ?&lt;br /&gt;Does mumbling about the questions to no one in particular count?&lt;br /&gt;46.Do you walk with your eyes open or closed ?&lt;br /&gt;Open, mostly. Closed only when I’m concentrating on something.&lt;br /&gt;47.Is there any quote you live by ?&lt;br /&gt;Not really a fixed one. I change this a lot.&lt;br /&gt;48.Do you want someone you can't have ?&lt;br /&gt;Mmhmm. I made one of fictional characters so perfect even I want him. [Ha! Seductive, honestly.]&lt;br /&gt;49.Have you ever played an instrument ?&lt;br /&gt;Flute.&lt;br /&gt;50.What is the worst idea you have this week ?&lt;br /&gt;Doing something to my brother. Since it’s a bad idea I’ll spare you the agony of telling ya’.&lt;br /&gt;51.What are you doing last night 11.00p.m?&lt;br /&gt;On my bed with the laptop.&lt;br /&gt;52. Are you happy with your love life ?&lt;br /&gt;Don’t really have a love life to begin with. [Wait, I have no life! What am I talking about?!]&lt;br /&gt;53.What song do your describe your love life ?&lt;br /&gt;No life. Settled, Sealed.&lt;br /&gt;54.Does the person know you like him/her ?&lt;br /&gt;No lIfE, damnit!&lt;br /&gt;55.Who always make you laugh ?&lt;br /&gt;Classmate.&lt;br /&gt;56.Do you speak other language other than English ?&lt;br /&gt;Hardly.&lt;br /&gt;57.Are you blonde ?&lt;br /&gt;Nu-uh.&lt;br /&gt;58.What's your full name ?&lt;br /&gt;Altariel __ __ __.&lt;br /&gt;59.What are you doing tomorrow ?&lt;br /&gt;Out with bro for studying again.&lt;br /&gt;60.What do you think you are like ?&lt;br /&gt;Hyper-yet-emo. [Look, make it short. MOODSWING.]&lt;br /&gt;61.Who do you chose to die with ?&lt;br /&gt;I have 2 Hell partners and 1 Death partner. What say you?&lt;br /&gt;62.Where have you been today ?&lt;br /&gt;White Sands.&lt;br /&gt;63.What do you play often ?&lt;br /&gt;PSP, Computer.&lt;br /&gt;64.Who are you missing right now ?&lt;br /&gt;Royale.&lt;br /&gt;65.If you've choosen between LOVE &amp;amp; FRIENDSHIP,who will you choose?&lt;br /&gt;Friendship. Obviously.&lt;br /&gt;66.What are you doing right now ?&lt;br /&gt;Typing on the computer answering a quiz with approximately 100 questions while I’m only at the 66.&lt;br /&gt;67.Which primary school are you from ?&lt;br /&gt;MPS…&lt;br /&gt;68.Name 3 colour you like.&lt;br /&gt;Black, White, Red.&lt;br /&gt;69.What emotion you like to show ?&lt;br /&gt;=3 , ¯\(º_o)/¯, XD, :D, o_o, O.o…&lt;br /&gt;70.What is life to you ?&lt;br /&gt;Slacker’s heaven with annoyances at times. [MANY, times.]&lt;br /&gt;71.If you have something troubling you,what will you do ?&lt;br /&gt;Mull it over.&lt;br /&gt;72.Who did you last chat in msn ?&lt;br /&gt;Rykel.&lt;br /&gt;73.Who do you admire most ?&lt;br /&gt;Genesis Rhapsodos, on being able to repeat Loveless Act I ~ IV verses again and again without boring anyone.&lt;br /&gt;74.Which month are you born in ?&lt;br /&gt;January.&lt;br /&gt;75.How are you feeling right now ?&lt;br /&gt;Tiresome. Irritated.&lt;br /&gt;76.What is the time right now ?&lt;br /&gt;10.03p.m.&lt;br /&gt;77.Where are you right now?&lt;br /&gt;My brother’s bedroom.&lt;br /&gt;78.What colour did you use to dye your hair?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I want to have a brown-red or… black-blue…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;79.Why are you doing this test ?&lt;br /&gt;Someone made me, damnit!&lt;br /&gt;80.What you do when you are moody ?&lt;br /&gt;Curse and swear. Rant and yell.&lt;br /&gt;81.At which age you wish to get married ?&lt;br /&gt;I treasure my freedom.&lt;br /&gt;82.Who is more important to you ?&lt;br /&gt;Boyfriend/Friend ?Friend. And Boy Friends. Not conjoined.&lt;br /&gt;83.Do you think you have enough confidence ?&lt;br /&gt;Nupnup.&lt;br /&gt;84.Who is the person you trusted most ?&lt;br /&gt;‘You trusted’ ?... You mean used to? Many.&lt;br /&gt;85.Do you believe in seeing rainbow after rain ?&lt;br /&gt;No. I have a longer answer somewhere, but I’m tired to re-type it.&lt;br /&gt;86.If you can have a dream come true, what would it be ?&lt;br /&gt;To live in Rune-Midgard.&lt;br /&gt;87.Is there a person who really knows you?&lt;br /&gt;Iuno.&lt;br /&gt;88.Do you believe in eternity love ?&lt;br /&gt;Only one.&lt;br /&gt;89.What feeling do you love most ?&lt;br /&gt;Hate. Makes me smile.&lt;br /&gt;90.Do you really think it's global warming now ?&lt;br /&gt;To the extent of L and Light fighting about it? Of course.&lt;br /&gt;91.What is the feeling you hate most ?&lt;br /&gt;Uselessness.&lt;br /&gt;92.Do you cherish every single friend of yours ?&lt;br /&gt;Yup.&lt;br /&gt;93.Do you believe in god ?&lt;br /&gt;No. ‘S/he’ is too indefinite. Too PERFECT to believe.&lt;br /&gt;94.Who care for you most ?&lt;br /&gt;Unaware at present.&lt;br /&gt;95.What do you think is the most important things in your life ?&lt;br /&gt;My hands. My imagination. My sight.&lt;br /&gt;96.What will you bring when you fight ?&lt;br /&gt;Book.&lt;br /&gt;97.What have you regretted doing in your whole life ?&lt;br /&gt;I regret going to school and doing homework.&lt;br /&gt;98.Who is the person who sent you the most messages in your inbox ?&lt;br /&gt;Yrael.&lt;br /&gt;99.What if your stead two-timed you ?&lt;br /&gt;I'll pulverize him, crucify him, and let him die a slow and painful death. [© Myself.]&lt;br /&gt;100. What is the question you hate the most?&lt;br /&gt;Love Life. And everything else that invaded my privacy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-~-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I went for study with my group. [4 females, 5~6 guys?]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We took the kiddie area where there are small chairs for us to sit XD We fought there mostly. I only managed to finish 4 english QUESTIONS before the guys got bored and dragged us off &gt;&gt;;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we spent the day freaking around.... More than studying. lulz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I finally got the 2nd volume of Ouran High. So hard to find, godamnit &gt;&gt;;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Altariel, Riviera.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2092080285650459014-3737892042485362647?l=flight-of-distant-dreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flight-of-distant-dreams.blogspot.com/feeds/3737892042485362647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2092080285650459014&amp;postID=3737892042485362647' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2092080285650459014/posts/default/3737892042485362647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2092080285650459014/posts/default/3737892042485362647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flight-of-distant-dreams.blogspot.com/2008/06/xue-qings-quiz.html' title='Xue Qing&apos;s Quiz.'/><author><name>Aristera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14758509830588264111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2092080285650459014.post-6566562172586710851</id><published>2008-06-13T04:00:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-13T05:01:34.089+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Minn's Quiz.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;b&gt;SERIOUSLY&lt;/b&gt; should not have done the first Quiz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nao SEE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are another 2 REQUESTS HERE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.... -Realise in my last one : The I have, I want, and I wish has the same category. I wanted to put all of the questions related to it, but was told not to. :|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fien. Since I don't have much time, Minn, my sista's first!~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And wait, 'dear' death partner Eden. Your 100-q quiz will come...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;INDEFINITELY.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hai Desuu!~ *claps hands* -:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Starting time: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;4:14 Am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Name:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/b&gt; Rebecca Altariel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Sisters:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/b&gt; 0&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Brothers:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/b&gt; 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Shoe size:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/b&gt; And why must you know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Height&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/b&gt;: 163.4cm [And PROUD of it. Also a 'thin stick.']&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Where do you live?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/b&gt; East Sectorrz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                   -~-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Favourite drinks?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;  Cranberry &amp;amp; Apple Juice. Also, &lt;b&gt;OJ&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Favourite breakfast?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/b&gt; ... Wait, do I even eat it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Have you ever been on a plane?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/b&gt; Mmhmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Swam in the ocean?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/b&gt; Recently~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Fallen asleep at school?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/b&gt; ... I'm amazed you actually ask this question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Sat by the phone all night waiting for someone to call?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Particularly by death partners.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Saved e-mails?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; A few, normally links or other stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;What is your room like?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/b&gt; Messy. Realllyyy Messy. With books and papers around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;What’s right beside you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/b&gt; A bracelet someone gave me. And my handphone. [Some person here wanna me to open teh door but don't want to ding-dong huh...]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;What is the last thing you ate?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/b&gt; ... Jambu? [A kind of fruit.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Ever had ...Chicken pox?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/b&gt; Yes. Don't wanna remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Sore throat?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/b&gt; Always.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Stitches?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/b&gt; Mmhmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Broken nose?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/b&gt; Nu-uh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Do you believe in love at first sight?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/b&gt; I guess?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Like picnics?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/b&gt; When they exclude the &amp;amp;^#$&amp;amp;#^&amp;amp;$^#&amp;amp;$^#&amp;amp; cousins. :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Who was/were the last person/people you danced with?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/b&gt; My brother. It went pretty wild. You don't want to know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Last made you smile?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/b&gt; Komix. About a reality-version of Snow White. With a prince that ran out of cigarettes. And a particularly torture-obsessed King. &lt;~ Also a perv. &lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You last yelled at?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/b&gt; Brother. Cussed at? My dad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Today you did?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/b&gt; Wake up. Sleep. Mom disturbed. Bathe. I need a life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Have you ever ... ..Kissed anyone?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/b&gt; ... lulz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Get sick?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; ALWAYS. ALWAYS. Because the World deprives me of a life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Miss someone?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; My After-life. [Some THING.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Eat? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Hmm. Pamelos.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Do you sleep with stuffed animals: &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;MY WHALE. Don’t ask or get married to my fist.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;What’s under your bed?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Dust bunnies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Who do you really hate?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Do you really wanna know? (-^^-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;What time is it now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; 4.29.07 Am. (GMT+0800) &lt;~ I AM ACCURATE. HA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;Random. [Screw that. It's another quiz. She joined it together. Damn.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Is there a person who is on your mind now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Marrying my fist to the person who wrote this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;!--[if !supportLineBreakNewLine]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Do you have any siblings?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; 1 idiotic brother. [I WISH I WAS NOT RELATED TO HIM.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;!--[if !supportLineBreakNewLine]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Do you want children?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;If they are gonna be brats like my cousins. You’ll see flying-UFO-silhouettes at night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;!--[if !supportLineBreakNewLine]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Do you smile often?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;… Nope.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Do you like your hand-writing?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;… If I did, why am I not writing this on paper and not scanning it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Are your toe nails painted?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;OF COURSE. THEY ARE &lt;b style=""&gt;BLACK&lt;/b&gt;. Nah. I’m not that despo. Nope.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Whose bed other than yours would you rather sleep in?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;My bro’s if I won’t get a head-concussion when I wake up. [His is near to the ceiling. REALLLYYY near.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;What color shirt are you wearing now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Yellow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;What were you doing at 7:00 p.m. yesterday?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Playing. On my bed. Don’t get wild thoughts now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;When did you cry last?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; You don’t need to know. *Gives you a sick face*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Are you a friendly person?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; … Depends. ^,…,^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Do you have any pets?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Yup.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Where is the person you have feelings for right now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; At home? Getting laid? Drunk? Who gives a damn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Did the last person you held hands with mean anything to you now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; No. Not particularly. Unless you meant had contact with my hands. [Particularly the knuckle area.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Do you sleep with the TV on?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;What’s a TV? Oh wait, you mean that black-square that makes flashy-shineh lites?! :DDDDDDDDD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;What are you doing right now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;… _l_&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Have you ever crawled through a window?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Yep. Class-break-in. It was a joint operation by a 1N1 in HaiSing Catholic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Can you handle the truth?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Mmhmm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Are you too forgiving?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Yup!! Always!! After he smells the floor that is… I’ll forgive him (-^_^-) [If he’s not to high-heaven yet. Or is still around to hear me go ‘I forgive yew naoo.’]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Are you closer to your mother or father?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Mom.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Who was the last person you cried in front of?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; My PILLOWz. [It r Made ov WIN!]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;How many people can you say you’ve really loved?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; … Let me get back to you on that. [LAME EXCUSE ONCE AGAIN.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Do you eat healthy?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; NOPE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Have you ever cried because of something someone said to you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Always. My eyes have auto-drainage systems.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;If you're having a bad day, who are you most likely go to?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; MY PILLOWz. [Nah~ I don’t sleep that much.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Are you loud or quiet most of the time?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Quiet unless I know you. Then you’ll know what’s being loud.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Are you confident?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;How many times have I ranted about having low self-esteem? Lemme count… Oh wait, I need to use my toes too…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;-~-&lt;/p&gt;WE ARE DUNN. ALL EXTRA QUIZ-REQUESTS WILL NOT BE ENTERTAINED UNTIL TOMOLO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;... Because I wanna eat my pamelos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ANYWAY. [Ignore that small print there. THERE. See?]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eden, your &amp;amp;#^$&amp;amp;#^&amp;amp;$ Quiz will be attempted tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Percentage of -possible- completion : 0.00002%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was mundane... Inclusive of parent-nagginess, ultimate slogginess, laziness, drawing-failness and the like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not to mention I have an appointment in 5.45hours. Joy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank yew for thy tyme!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Altariel, Riviera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/2092080285650459014-6566562172586710851?l=flight-of-distant-dreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flight-of-distant-dreams.blogspot.com/feeds/6566562172586710851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2092080285650459014&amp;postID=6566562172586710851' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2092080285650459014/posts/default/6566562172586710851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2092080285650459014/posts/default/6566562172586710851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flight-of-distant-dreams.blogspot.com/2008/06/minns-quiz.html' title='Minn&apos;s Quiz.'/><author><name>Aristera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14758509830588264111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2092080285650459014.post-5739908514283226756</id><published>2008-06-10T22:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-10T23:23:10.455+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh noes.</title><content type='html'>I was drifting around and I found another quiz by Twilight, or Eden now. NOOO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, who cares. :-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#1. I Am&lt;br /&gt;An anti-social person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#2. I Want&lt;br /&gt;A life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#3. I Have&lt;br /&gt;No life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#4. I Wish&lt;br /&gt;For a life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#5. I Hate&lt;br /&gt;Idiots. Morons. Typical Hates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#6. I Fear&lt;br /&gt;Closed spaces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#7. I Hear&lt;br /&gt;Sounds. What did you expect, spirits?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#8. I Search&lt;br /&gt;For a meaning in Life ._.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#9. I Wonder&lt;br /&gt;Why are people so hard to understand sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#10. I Regret&lt;br /&gt;Doing homework. And comtempelating life so much. [It's BORING.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#11. I Love&lt;br /&gt;Drawing, Reading, Crapping,Internet-ing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#12. I Ache&lt;br /&gt;What is this? My back? Or what? My neck? I don't geddit. -skips~- [LAME EXCUSE!~]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#13. I Always&lt;br /&gt;Slack. What else. Play. Rant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#14. I Usually&lt;br /&gt;Lament my internet's death. [Crap!]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#15. I Am Not&lt;br /&gt;A person you should look for when you want to be motivated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#16. I Dance&lt;br /&gt;When I feel like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#17. I Sing&lt;br /&gt;When I am ALONE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#18. I Never&lt;br /&gt;Wear Pink. EVER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#19. I Rarely&lt;br /&gt;Give a damn about a stranger's opinion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#20. I Cry&lt;br /&gt;About random things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#21. I Am Not Always&lt;br /&gt;Joyful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#22. I Lose&lt;br /&gt;To people I underestimate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#23. I'm Confused&lt;br /&gt;About the way people's mind works.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#24. I Need&lt;br /&gt;Moar comics. A Life. A DS. Moar Games. Entertainment, in basic sense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#25. I Should&lt;br /&gt;Work harder and Pay more attention to the crap around me. Now THAT's a theory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-END-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THERE WAS A RAIN THAT RAVAGED MY HOUSE. DAD YOU OWE ME ONE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO MUCH FOR "The Breeze is good!''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Altariel, Riviera&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2092080285650459014-5739908514283226756?l=flight-of-distant-dreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flight-of-distant-dreams.blogspot.com/feeds/5739908514283226756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2092080285650459014&amp;postID=5739908514283226756' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2092080285650459014/posts/default/5739908514283226756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2092080285650459014/posts/default/5739908514283226756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flight-of-distant-dreams.blogspot.com/2008/06/oh-noes.html' title='Oh noes.'/><author><name>Aristera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14758509830588264111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2092080285650459014.post-8942519568302994802</id><published>2008-06-10T21:58:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-10T22:19:02.534+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Quiz</title><content type='html'>I'm back... AND SICK AGAIN. [$#&amp;amp;*$#*$&amp;amp;*#&amp;amp;$**$&amp;amp;#*&amp;amp;$*!! -Add random spam here-]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Position in schewl : Prefect on Probation -_-;; CHER! I DIDN'T WANT IT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quiz that Elvy wanted me to do 101 years ago... How sad. Cannot Copy-Paste the Quiz questions... Oh well, SUPER-TYPE-TIME! :-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Do you like your present school?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not Exactly. We have ups and downs, but I'll say downs mostly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Who's the person you trust most?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Myself. And one more person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Do you hate your friends sometimes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obviously. Though I do have attitude problems myself, I admit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Are you afraid of Death?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Do you believe in seeing a rainbow after rain?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As in, visually or literally? Visually - Yes. Literally - I'm a pessimist. I don't think so. It just depends on how heavy the rain is to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Do you believe in eternal love?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One and only one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Have you ever broken someone's heart that s/he wants to commit suicide?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who knows. I don't. Maybe I did, maybe not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. What do you enjoy doing the most?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Playing... drawing... reading.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. What's your favourite season?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Winter, as it's cold and... serene.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Do you cherish every single friendship of yours?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I admit I don't make as much effort as the other party sometimes. But I try.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Who would you probably spend with the rest of your life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no idea. Maybe with my brother? But I doubt he wants to be around with me since he&lt;br /&gt;would have for two decades or more, hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. What do you think is the most important thing in your life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My imagination... It keeps me sane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Who do you hope to be always there for you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friends that I can trust...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Do you find life meaningless?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Possibly. Maybe. Probably. But not everyone has the chance we have now so live it with a&lt;br /&gt;purpose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. What will your perfect future be like?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Contentment, joy, happiness, someone so I won't be lonely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Who do you want the most now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't tell you! &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. What is your goal this year?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have plenty, but the gist's to do well academically and socially.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. What is currently on your mind right now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sleep. It's late. [At 10pm? OH PLEASE.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-End-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Altariel, Riviera&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Atillia Iris and Valkyrie Profile~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2092080285650459014-8942519568302994802?l=flight-of-distant-dreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flight-of-distant-dreams.blogspot.com/feeds/8942519568302994802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2092080285650459014&amp;postID=8942519568302994802' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2092080285650459014/posts/default/8942519568302994802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2092080285650459014/posts/default/8942519568302994802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flight-of-distant-dreams.blogspot.com/2008/06/quiz.html' title='Quiz'/><author><name>Aristera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14758509830588264111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2092080285650459014.post-2671766852872045971</id><published>2008-05-12T00:18:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-12T00:19:37.629+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's proven, I'm turning into a 'Xiao Qi Gui' (direct translation: Small gas ghost)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&gt; Getting Petty and Short-tempered&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... Shit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2092080285650459014-2671766852872045971?l=flight-of-distant-dreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flight-of-distant-dreams.blogspot.com/feeds/2671766852872045971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2092080285650459014&amp;postID=2671766852872045971' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2092080285650459014/posts/default/2671766852872045971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2092080285650459014/posts/default/2671766852872045971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flight-of-distant-dreams.blogspot.com/2008/05/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Aristera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14758509830588264111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2092080285650459014.post-6570584992915248425</id><published>2008-05-09T23:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-10T00:28:41.851+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hmm... This is right after the CABAL Guild gathering at my house. XP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a great time, although the start of it was pretty tiring due to the last-minute preparations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After our moderately-set Mathematics paper, (in my opinion... might score better than usual cause' I actually REVISED XD) me and Nisah went to Whitesands because I needed to get a present for one of my friends, while she needed to order a birthday cake and a mother's day card.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Treated her for breakfast, then we wandered around the place, mostly going to More Than Words and Japan Home. Had urge to run into the arcade and go nuts XD Got Glomp-ed by Wen Ting and Nurhaida later while walking... We looked at the glass sculptures and kept saying how they looked like they should be thrown at other peepoo. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Came back, wheelied the trolley to Elias and bought 10kg worth of Ice and two baguettes and wheelied back home again... Then started to get the plastic bags cut so they can be make-shift tablecloths = less cleanup XD &lt;-- Lazy bum&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prepared the mushroom soup later at 4, and it looked particularly... Unappetizing. I mean, you scoop this jelly-like glop out, and when it hits the pot, it WIGGLES, man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WIGGLES. And you had to get what.. 4 cans?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's not get into that. It's not the best subject after your perfectly sumptuous dinner... Or so I think. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brother and his friend Kia Gene came home early today, so we could prepare earlier than expected. They took over the kitchen by storm, while we tried to finish the cooking off before 7:30, when Tommy would come over with our 8 distinguished guests.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next time, remind me never to let Kia Gene near the Spag. Noodles. He mushes them, pats them, and puts too much Oregano on them...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But by all means, get him near the mushroom soup. It tastes GREAT once he's processed it ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still, we shouldn't have rushed. Tommy got held up pretty long cause' of the bus, and only came an hour later. I didn't know what happened to me... I was so elated, looking down the balcony. But once I saw the lift go upwards, my brain turned to mush.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry GX, I didn't mean to run off after you said those two words... though I really wish you could stop it x_x Super-low chance of you doing that though... I'll bet. Xp&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the drama, everyone went to the couches and started to talk about random stuff. Like how is it to be Straight and Not to be, and other things... Randomness!~ XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then GH started to coax Benny for Self-intro, and the rules were -:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. You had to answer ANYTHING the person asked you. (In that semi-circle of people... about 12?)&lt;br /&gt;2. No one-word answers. (etc. Yes, no.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. No stripping. lawl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poor Kia Gene was plummeted by cushions and anything portable that he could be hit with, so was GH ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's basically about it. Everyone kept twisting the rules up and down, resulting... A thesaurus, an  oxford dictionary, a screwdriver and twin parangs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Might I say moar? XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thankfully no one but GX remembered that Tommy and I didn't get called up for the self-intro, but he got that really ebil look in his eyes... screaming 'Ohh, this is going to be good blackmail material...'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They had to rush off for a late-night movie later, and Walter didn't bring me along. I doubt he would want to anyway...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway~ GX and Ashley, I hope you liked your gifts XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come again soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Altariel, Riviera&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2092080285650459014-6570584992915248425?l=flight-of-distant-dreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flight-of-distant-dreams.blogspot.com/feeds/6570584992915248425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2092080285650459014&amp;postID=6570584992915248425' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2092080285650459014/posts/default/6570584992915248425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2092080285650459014/posts/default/6570584992915248425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flight-of-distant-dreams.blogspot.com/2008/05/hmm.html' title=''/><author><name>Aristera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14758509830588264111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2092080285650459014.post-6455211917582939244</id><published>2008-05-05T18:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-05T18:55:30.586+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It seems like several *ahem* 1N1 students from a certain Hai Sing Catholic Schewl have found my blog. Oh noes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Library computers. It's h4x, I tell you D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;101% extreme h4x. At least now I can make some people happy by 'reviving' thy dead blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me has nothing to say today, other than :-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I'm gonna phail my chinese big time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I just lost 10 marks of 80 in History.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh dear. &gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Altariel, Riviera&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2092080285650459014-6455211917582939244?l=flight-of-distant-dreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flight-of-distant-dreams.blogspot.com/feeds/6455211917582939244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2092080285650459014&amp;postID=6455211917582939244' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2092080285650459014/posts/default/6455211917582939244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2092080285650459014/posts/default/6455211917582939244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flight-of-distant-dreams.blogspot.com/2008/05/it-seems-like-several-ahem-1n1-students.html' title=''/><author><name>Aristera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14758509830588264111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2092080285650459014.post-932478700104763638</id><published>2008-04-14T22:20:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-14T23:39:11.539+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Super long rant.</title><content type='html'>Feeling very depressed today, in general.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Desktop Crash = No Audition = Life sucks. I admit it. (Is a no-life person =x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The history class we had was phail, for the whole 25 minutes we had of it was spent on the teacher shouting, and bishies with people running about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Physics the teacher lost her voice again, and became really mad anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr Gen was no effing different. Just more angsty. As usual. I think all future Disciplinary Masters/Mistresses are born with the talent/mindset that they have a superiority complex against others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stoogies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;English class included running, shouting, steal-Al's-english-paper-ing....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recess ended too early. Library didn't have the book I want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Re-sang the national anthem. I swear I am going to burn mine on National Day. Too bad it's considered ARSON. =___= -Can imagine police officers going 'You nuubishes!' *Punted to Gal's home.*- =X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D&amp;amp;T class = changed to the 5th teacher in the school year. Aren't we great? He was effing boring though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Glorpmunchwhackyumurprawrlalallalalaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Is making random sounds as an escape to change subject. So much for being subtle.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~&gt; It OBVIOUS, SEEE?! &lt;~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right. NEXT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am losing my temper much more lately. The students in my class are all looking like Yakuza members in my eyes and somehow I feel all of them must be whipped to shape. (Considering someone here is ill-disciplined herself, this is a ridiculous theory.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The guy who was going to extort moolah from the person beside me kept rapping his long plastic ruler on the table. Not those bendable kinds, mind. It's those really straight ones that abuse the table and deserve to get snapped, thrown into their eyeballs and stabbed into their guts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least, that's what I thought at that time. I told him to screw off though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And why the huge commotion? Cause' they were playing. And person-beside-me allegedly threw the pen down from the floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lovely drama, isn't it? It's what you get from 1N1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Numanumanumanumanuma....Blip. -Brain gears spontaenously function again-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brother is back from Cambodia. I thought I would be extremely happy and would glomp the life outta him (which I did, minus the life part.) , but I guess I am not that estatic about him coming back anymore...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He came back, and was so changed. He was more temperamental, which is good, but I don't really like his habits than before. I understand the 2 weeks there was a huge change in his mindset and stuff, but he's acting like a SAINT. I mean, honestly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unlike my case. It's not that fun talking to him anymore, since the only thing I normally get back is a logical answer I refuse to accept. Whatever happened to the fun in him? Dissipated? Gone? Screw that. I am the Devil in the house. My parents look at me with those 'Why can't you be more like your brother now?' Looks and I hate them. I hate those dreamy looks which I know will never happen. The day I become a Saint will be far and in-between. It makes the future look bleak in my eyes and the only thing I look forward to is dissapointing them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Comparing my brother and me now, I am a childish, self-centered dreaming fool who never got her brains or mindset fixed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going to crash nao. This is the longest rant I ever put from mind-to-paper, or in this case, blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Wings symbolize Freedom to those who have none..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Still Multi-tasking, see 'real' defination in previous post.)&lt;br /&gt;-Altariel, Riviera&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2092080285650459014-932478700104763638?l=flight-of-distant-dreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flight-of-distant-dreams.blogspot.com/feeds/932478700104763638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2092080285650459014&amp;postID=932478700104763638' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2092080285650459014/posts/default/932478700104763638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2092080285650459014/posts/default/932478700104763638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flight-of-distant-dreams.blogspot.com/2008/04/super-long-rant.html' title='Super long rant.'/><author><name>Aristera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14758509830588264111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2092080285650459014.post-3126719269654894391</id><published>2008-04-14T22:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-14T22:17:41.198+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Condolences to Jae and his family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you recover soon, and most of us know how hard it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take care.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2092080285650459014-3126719269654894391?l=flight-of-distant-dreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flight-of-distant-dreams.blogspot.com/feeds/3126719269654894391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2092080285650459014&amp;postID=3126719269654894391' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2092080285650459014/posts/default/3126719269654894391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2092080285650459014/posts/default/3126719269654894391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flight-of-distant-dreams.blogspot.com/2008/04/condolences-to-jae-and-his-family.html' title=''/><author><name>Aristera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14758509830588264111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2092080285650459014.post-3148756985974530471</id><published>2008-04-08T00:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-08T00:16:26.232+08:00</updated><title type='text'>8D</title><content type='html'>I r backies. From a 2 month runaway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not that all of you mind anyway XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to the Botanical Gardens today, amongst other things. There were plenty of Black Swans there, and they looked really good. Found one duck/swan(?)ling at a ditch and managed to let it go before the other saw it... Was really, really cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;O&lt;br /&gt;     \&lt;br /&gt;     (  - )                -  Wek!&lt;br /&gt;       /   \\\&lt;br /&gt;  ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XDDDDD mad attempt at this shape thingies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spent rest of day hurling insults at certain people of the class, sweating, running from tree to tree in teh dumbo tree-hunt, and estimating my arse off ^___^v&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nao, off to random things. (I like my own randomness at attempting to make this interesting. o_o")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets see. Picture this scenario in your head?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 girls walk over a long bridge that stretches over a big canal. One girl drops her waterbottle into the canal. They try to get it, but fail (of course.) They go to the shopping centre to get a new identical bottle to replace the one that was lost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One girl who goes back to school for a CCA has to cross bridge. Finds Waterbottle floating about. Goes into the water to get waterbottle. Slips from algae when trying to get up. Drops her handphone while at it. Asks friend to help, friend helps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later when she gets outta the muck, she gets back her phone, but realise the memory card is missing. SIM card still intact. She escapes death by the INCH, and what does she tell me the next day?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Have you seen my phone's memory card? I can't find it anywhere."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... Genius.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going for Heritage Trip tomorrow. Should be the place where Sir Stamfie Ruffles is at...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Long live long bus trips and endless electronic game devices.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I multi-task. Multi-tasking: The Act Of Screwing Up Everything At Once."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Altariel, Riviera&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2092080285650459014-3148756985974530471?l=flight-of-distant-dreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flight-of-distant-dreams.blogspot.com/feeds/3148756985974530471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2092080285650459014&amp;postID=3148756985974530471' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2092080285650459014/posts/default/3148756985974530471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2092080285650459014/posts/default/3148756985974530471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flight-of-distant-dreams.blogspot.com/2008/04/8d.html' title='8D'/><author><name>Aristera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14758509830588264111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2092080285650459014.post-5583907052175107234</id><published>2008-02-18T15:31:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-18T15:33:51.382+08:00</updated><title type='text'>....</title><content type='html'>.... I have never felt so fucking stupid in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm so awesomely stupid after today, I might as well go commit hara-kiri on myself or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... The granite floor below my house look so damn welcoming now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Al.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2092080285650459014-5583907052175107234?l=flight-of-distant-dreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flight-of-distant-dreams.blogspot.com/feeds/5583907052175107234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2092080285650459014&amp;postID=5583907052175107234' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2092080285650459014/posts/default/5583907052175107234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2092080285650459014/posts/default/5583907052175107234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flight-of-distant-dreams.blogspot.com/2008/02/blog-post_18.html' title='....'/><author><name>Aristera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14758509830588264111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2092080285650459014.post-2747494979745633953</id><published>2008-02-15T21:58:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-15T22:06:05.355+08:00</updated><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>Happy Valentines day, I'm sorry I'm late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got 3 anonymous cards and stuff like that on the day itself, no idea who sent it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am moodless, tired and sleepy now. Enjoying myself in Audition or something seems impossibly moot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Altariel, Riviera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-To Him,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... I do not understand what I did wrong. It hurts for you to just ignore me like that, am I invisible to you...?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If the inevitable actually happens, I'll at least want an explanation... 'WHY.'&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2092080285650459014-2747494979745633953?l=flight-of-distant-dreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flight-of-distant-dreams.blogspot.com/feeds/2747494979745633953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2092080285650459014&amp;postID=2747494979745633953' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2092080285650459014/posts/default/2747494979745633953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2092080285650459014/posts/default/2747494979745633953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flight-of-distant-dreams.blogspot.com/2008/02/blog-post.html' title='...'/><author><name>Aristera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14758509830588264111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2092080285650459014.post-9908052390811527</id><published>2008-02-07T00:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-07T00:45:45.584+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chinese New Year...~</title><content type='html'>Hello, all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY CHINESE NEW YEAR EVERYONE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Is too early? Iuno.*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the past few days, I have not went to school. And NO, it's not pon-age. I r SICK. As per usual. 24/7. =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For a start, I think I done pretty well for my Biology and English tests. I fell asleep in Chinese, while with the commotion with Ms Rathi... "Now, to find the Highest Common Facto- - -YONG XUN, SIT DOWN!- ... As I was saying, 346 divided by two- -JEDREK! STOP TALKING!-... Look, class. If you are not interested in class, I will personally leave this ro- - ELI! YOU ARE THE CLASS CHAIRMAN AND YOU STILL DARE TO STAND UP?!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Usually, at this point, the class will either-:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1a. Break into awesome applause as -(Insert student's name here)- walks back to his seat with absolute gusto, or...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1b. We will make 'smart' comments about the class chairman. (Etc. WA! You chairman? I tableman! Then she's Windowwoman! He's Pencilguy! etc.etc.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Teacher will leave the room in a fit, like throwing down her marker, then stalking out of the class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a mantra nowadays. We just AREN'T satisfied if the teacher doesn't go nuts at the very least. Although we try very, very hard to cool it on our 6~7 month pregnant English teacher, in case she goes into labour abnormally. o_o''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-~-~-~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been playing AuditionSEA and Maple nowadays. I find no motivation to do anything artistic whatsoever. Just sitting down makes me feel empty, and always not being contented. Eventually, this becomes sleep if I lie on a bed, and once I wake up, I rush my homework and stuff like that. It's getting...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tiring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~.~.~.~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went for my Reunion dinner today. I started for crying for no reason that I know of. Then my mom goes all "Do you want me to slap you in the middle of the table and disgrace you?"... After that, she goes back and starts eating like nothing's happened, leaving me heaving and clenching my fists not to hit her in hysteria, I-hate-you rants or simply getting pissed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank Valhalla for my brother, he knows when I get disturbed or unhappy, and is always there for me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We scooted out of my grandparent's house, then went out for a little while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just in time for the Bomb-Bag match. And the screaming sparklers. And fast enough to see a cousin throwing a fit and mashing the other one on the eye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mass madness. Joy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~.~.~.~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At home now. Maybe going to play Audition again, once I get my hands on the Desktop =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-: To those there, I'm changing my name again. Don't get mad at me please~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... And for god's sake, mom...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STOP PLAYING THE DAMNED CHINESE NEW YEAR MUSICCC!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Altariel,Riviera.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2092080285650459014-9908052390811527?l=flight-of-distant-dreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flight-of-distant-dreams.blogspot.com/feeds/9908052390811527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2092080285650459014&amp;postID=9908052390811527' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2092080285650459014/posts/default/9908052390811527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2092080285650459014/posts/default/9908052390811527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flight-of-distant-dreams.blogspot.com/2008/02/chinese-new-year.html' title='Chinese New Year...~'/><author><name>Aristera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14758509830588264111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2092080285650459014.post-2791027527190572447</id><published>2008-01-26T23:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-26T23:38:56.162+08:00</updated><title type='text'>For the sake of it =s</title><content type='html'>Today, I woke up late. (Well, I always do, but this is exceptional XD)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bro was still sleeping and the air-con was too cold for me to go in, so no Audition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Played MapleStory after becoming hyper for a little while. Probably play again sometime or another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I drew a weird picture, but I haven't uploaded it yet. Might paste sometime. (My art SUCKS.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mother was exceptionally crazy today, she shouted at us for everything TT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone tell me how to 'Cross out' things next time. I got some stuff on my wishlist already, but I don't know how to change it... There's no icon here &gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am tired now... Feeling emo again. *shuffles to a corner*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Altariel, Riviera&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2092080285650459014-2791027527190572447?l=flight-of-distant-dreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flight-of-distant-dreams.blogspot.com/feeds/2791027527190572447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2092080285650459014&amp;postID=2791027527190572447' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2092080285650459014/posts/default/2791027527190572447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2092080285650459014/posts/default/2791027527190572447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flight-of-distant-dreams.blogspot.com/2008/01/for-sake-of-it-8d.html' title='For the sake of it =s'/><author><name>Aristera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14758509830588264111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2092080285650459014.post-6878206619875011293</id><published>2008-01-26T00:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-26T00:43:23.321+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday to me...~</title><content type='html'>Darn it. So I was late by quite awhile... &gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As above, today's my birthday~~ Whee! Am finally 13 =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would post a video about what happened in the house, but having some trouble uploading it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait for me please~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Space.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are many reasons why this birthday was a super fabulous time for me =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I actually had a cake this time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. More than 5 people wished me, (at least over 15 people!) and that's much better than last year!~&lt;br /&gt;3. Although myparents weren't around, I still had a smashing time =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I almost got late for school day. Got too hyper at night and forgot to set my alarm clock~ My teachers were fine today, exception of Mr Guan, he was much more grouchy. Tsk, touchy guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While taking the quick way to school, I checked my phone, and found out some of my dear friends had SMSed past Midnight XDD Thanks Joanna, Min, Vanessa, Leone, Hatori, Satsuki ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chinese class -: Mr Sim didn't get as angry as last time, and he made some really good jokes too ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;English class -: Mrs Hashim didn't get as mad with me for asking too many questions. x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Art Class -: Madam Farha taught of some mundane things, but it was fine... except she keeps yelling at me for doing stuff the wrong way because I didn't come for the very first session. I love Art, Hate the teacher. Guess it's partly my fault as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recess -: I spent half the time SMS-ing thanks to people =) And trying to read and eat at the same time is not easy XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Assembly -: Mr Guan and his grouchy face. And today he sounded like a loud hailer. Ugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Biology Class -: Okay, I almost died of fright because we were getting back our results for Class Test. I thought I'll fail with flying colours, but I got 18.5/25 , x4 = 74/100 = A2~~  One of the highest in class, and damned happy about that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to Zelia and Mirabelle for the gift, he's cute ^^ To Inah, Nisa, Kyee and Eliasha, Thanks for the card! I was really busy, so sorry I couldn't talk much... And to the whole 1N1, much gratitude for the wishes =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School ended after this. (I think there was one more lesson, but I forgot...) There's no time to slack, for it's Test Week on the next, with History, Geography and Biology Common Tests confirmed...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After school, I came home and played Audition =) Got a bit irritated by the MSN 'DerDerDing!' sounds after awhile, but some 7 ~ 9 people wished me, and I felt high 8D Thanks so much ladies and guys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Around 4, I went on again because I had to meet Jaton... Later met Aleesha, Yu and Starest. Thanks so much ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went off awhile later because my brother came home, and he was all 'Okay, Getouttamyroom, I need to do something IMPORTANT.' Thus I was shoo-ed. =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before then, my Ex-Meridians conference-MSNed and all of us discussed (Well, we TRIED, actually.) when we'll go back to see the teachers. With no current conclusion respective.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bro and his two friends brought me out for dinner today. We went to the arcade for a little DDR then ate at KFC XD (Plus plenty of craptalk involved) ... After that we walked back home from White Sands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 'cake party' is in the video... which is not posted yet x.x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm blogging here, a little tired, but completely satsified. Sorry to those names I've missed out. OhOh, and Happy birthday to Guo Fong and Benjamin Goh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, it's time for some snoozles. A great big thank you from this now-youth girl, you've all made my day a splendid one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Altariel, Riviera&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2092080285650459014-6878206619875011293?l=flight-of-distant-dreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flight-of-distant-dreams.blogspot.com/feeds/6878206619875011293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2092080285650459014&amp;postID=6878206619875011293' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2092080285650459014/posts/default/6878206619875011293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2092080285650459014/posts/default/6878206619875011293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flight-of-distant-dreams.blogspot.com/2008/01/happy-birthday-to-me.html' title='Happy Birthday to me...~'/><author><name>Aristera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14758509830588264111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2092080285650459014.post-156802209435517520</id><published>2008-01-23T15:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-23T15:29:00.456+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Well...</title><content type='html'>Fine. So this is double posting. But it's my blog, and I'll post as much as I damn like. &gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I danced a little in class today. Everyone stared at me like I was nuts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My ex-primary classmates all went ' Rebec, I didn't know you can dance. '&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Secondary classmates? ' WTF?! ' written all over their faces. Muahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Priceless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My teacher came in awhile later, and all of them were shouting, screaming. etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When they started that I dance, the teacher was all ' I don't give a damn! Sit down or I'll get your DM! '&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But who cares. Authority never worked in 1N1. You'll think he'll learn by now. We shout, scream and sit whenever we like it =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And near all of them are Asiasoft freaks. They run around going ' Who plays Maple?! ' (-insert Audition, Rakion and Gunbound.-) {I know Rakion and Gunbound aren't Asiasoft. Thanks = =}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then later another group will go all 'MEMEMEMEMEME!!!' + 'Aiyaar. so nub/n00b/n00bi3, I am (-insert level here.-) , (-insert maniacal laughter / Boo-ing and reference to another game challenge.-)' .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Great. Yosh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall end prematurely for no reason whatsoever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or because I just feel like it. Wewt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Altariel, Riviera&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2092080285650459014-156802209435517520?l=flight-of-distant-dreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flight-of-distant-dreams.blogspot.com/feeds/156802209435517520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2092080285650459014&amp;postID=156802209435517520' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2092080285650459014/posts/default/156802209435517520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2092080285650459014/posts/default/156802209435517520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flight-of-distant-dreams.blogspot.com/2008/01/well.html' title='Well...'/><author><name>Aristera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14758509830588264111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2092080285650459014.post-2219013902412130965</id><published>2008-01-06T23:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-23T15:17:21.158+08:00</updated><title type='text'>... 8D</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Okay. After another few centuries, eons, and whatever bloody crap this spastic person has to exaggerate...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'M BACK ! 8DDD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;WHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;.... right. whatever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So due to many people asking me about my secondary schewl and stuff like that, I shall post and attack all of you with spaghetti strips of doom!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;...I'll get on with it &gt;&gt;" We ran outta tomato sauce anyway.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Secondary 1 Orientation-&gt; Supposedly on the 3rd day ~ 5th January. Look how late this post is. Ahahaharoflzomg*gets run over by car*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay. On the first day, everyone looked super-blur (Normal...) , super-smexy [Because everyone didn't want to get screwed by the Disciplinary Master, just NOT on the first day to make yourself well-known](o.O...) , and they suffer from bouts of 'Super-Grumbles'!&lt;/div&gt;Because there were some rude-n'-colourful language from all the talks! :D (O_O...) &lt;- Blog reader stares at me for being senile  &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;... Look. You don't sit through from 10a.m. to 4p.m. listening to people yapping at you. Especially when they're Adults. And our disciplinary master has PC days issued (Detention.) for...-:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. Going up the stairs the wrong way. (Example: When going up, lean to the right. Going down, To the left.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. Going into the wrong toilet =.=...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;3.And a lot of other ridiculous stuff. Wewt.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And look 1N1, I don't CARE if Mr Guan miraculously finds a way to this rant, sees my name, and gives me PCs. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;... If he ever gets off his sodding chair, that is. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thus endeth the first session of boredom. (Translation -: Day One.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2nd Day: Highlight -- Campfire. The principal wanted to try something new. Instead of using a paper-wrapped piece o' wood to light the place, he wanted to try using an arrow. Dipped it in kerosene, and shot 8D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st Try: MISSED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2nd Try: The arrow got in, but it didn't light.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3rd Try: See 2nd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4th Try: They doused the place with Kerosene, and it still didn't work. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were all pretty darn disappointed, but yeah. Just as we thought it's going to be the traditional way as usual, the principal took the arrow (Minus the bow) set it on fire, and just threw it in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;IT WORKED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;3rd Day: Talent Scouting. Nuthin' much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~-END!-~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well. I started this draft on the 6th. (Is super-procastinatorz)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope your orientation wasn't as mundane as mine ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*wave*~♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Altariel, Riviera&lt;br /&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/2092080285650459014-2219013902412130965?l=flight-of-distant-dreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flight-of-distant-dreams.blogspot.com/feeds/2219013902412130965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2092080285650459014&amp;postID=2219013902412130965' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2092080285650459014/posts/default/2219013902412130965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2092080285650459014/posts/default/2219013902412130965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flight-of-distant-dreams.blogspot.com/2008/01/8d.html' title='... 8D'/><author><name>Aristera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14758509830588264111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2092080285650459014.post-1980177026331202333</id><published>2007-12-19T20:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-19T21:02:04.736+08:00</updated><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Through the Fire and the Flames&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a cold winter morning, in the time before the light&lt;br /&gt;In the flames of death's eternal reign we ride towards the fight&lt;br /&gt;And the darkness is falling down and the times are tough all right&lt;br /&gt;The sound of evil laughter falls around the world tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fighting high, fighting on for the steel&lt;br /&gt;Through the wastelands evermore&lt;br /&gt;The scattered souls will feel the hell that is wasted on the shores&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the Blackest waves in history&lt;br /&gt;We watch them as they go&lt;br /&gt;Through the fire, pain and once again we know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now we fly ever free&lt;br /&gt;We're free before the thunderstorm&lt;br /&gt;On towards the wilderness our quest carries on&lt;br /&gt;Far beyond the sundown, far beyond the moonlight&lt;br /&gt;Deep inside our hearts and all our souls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far away we wait for the day&lt;br /&gt;For the lights are so wasted and gone&lt;br /&gt;We feel the pain of a lifetime lost in a thousand days&lt;br /&gt;Through the fire and the flames we carry on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the red day is dawning&lt;br /&gt;And lightning cracks the sky&lt;br /&gt;They raise their hands to the heavens above&lt;br /&gt;As we send them to their lies&lt;br /&gt;Running back through the mid-morning light&lt;br /&gt;There's a burning in my heart&lt;br /&gt;We're banished from the time in the fallen land&lt;br /&gt;To a light beyond the stars&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the blackest dreams we do believe&lt;br /&gt;Our destiny this time&lt;br /&gt;And endlessly we'll all be free tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And on the wings of a dream&lt;br /&gt;So far beyond reality&lt;br /&gt;All alone in desperation&lt;br /&gt;Now the time is gone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lost inside you'll never find&lt;br /&gt;Lost within my own mind&lt;br /&gt;Day after day this misery must go on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now here we stand with blood on our hands&lt;br /&gt;We've fought so hard, now can we understand?&lt;br /&gt;I'll break the seal of this curse if I possibly can&lt;br /&gt;For the freedom of every man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Altariel, Riviera&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2092080285650459014-1980177026331202333?l=flight-of-distant-dreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flight-of-distant-dreams.blogspot.com/feeds/1980177026331202333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2092080285650459014.post-7187955794456931799</id><published>2007-12-16T07:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-19T21:10:22.016+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Inspirational Randomness.</title><content type='html'>I just got bored. Wrote some stuff, but they didn't seem right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll just post 1, or 2, for you taking your time just to look ere'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't expect spectacular results.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You are my Crimson Rose,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Whose petals have turned grey and cold.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You are my laughing spirit,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Who can't release it's hold.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You are my singing canary,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Who's as crazy as a loon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You are my friendly smile,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Who's shrouded in the gloom.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You are my sparkling eyes,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Which have become blind.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You are my loving heart,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Who no longer knows the word 'Kind'.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You are my inner fire,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Who was washed away by the sea.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You are my everything,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;... Who never really loved me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;That was the first. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;This one is pretty short, compared to the next one I'll be giving.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I hope you'll enjoy it... if you wish.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~- &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A War Far Away&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When will it stop?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When will I be able to,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Have a good night's sleep again?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A war is taking place,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Far away from here,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I do not fear the rockets, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;For I know they can't hit me...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yet I know they can hit my closest friends,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Who are living in the line of fire...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I know they can hit innocent people,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;On both sides of the border,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And destroy lives in a mere instant...&lt;br /&gt;.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When will I be able to,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Have a good night's sleep again?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When will this nonsense stop?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Everytime the phone rings,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My heart stops beating...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And I fear the worst.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Is this the call which will&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Make me cry a river of tears?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Is this the call which will&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tear my heart apart?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Is one of my friends injured?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Has one of my friends...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ceased to exist?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This time it was a good call...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;They're all okay...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;... Will it be the same next time?!&lt;br /&gt;..........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When will I stop having these nightmares?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When will I stop waking up in the middle of the night&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;With tears in my eyes,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Afraid that my nightmare might come true?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When will I stop watching the news on TV all the time,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Trying to get some information on what's going on...?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;They say that justice will be done...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;How will Justice be done when the one being Unjust...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Is the one who's supposed to enforce Justice as it is?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;How can Justice be done when the World&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Is just sitting there, Watching, Waiting...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And not saying a word?!&lt;br /&gt;..........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;They all talk of Justice, Peace, Democracy...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;If only it were true...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;All they do is talk...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When they are supposed to actually DO something...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;They're just too scared... Chickens... COWARDS!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Send ME! I'll go there! I'll save their lives!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Just give me the authority and power&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'll do it!&lt;br /&gt;..........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Authority and Power... That's all this war is all about...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's not about Justice nor Peace...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's the Greed for more and more Power...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When will they open their eyes...?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When will the World make a move?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When will they do... ANYTHING AT ALL?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;WHEN ALL OF MY FRIENDS ARE DEAD?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;WHEN CITIES ARE GONE,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;WHEN MOUNTAINS ERODE?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;WHEN?! PLEASE TELL ME!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;WHEN WILL THEY OPEN THEIR EYES?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;WHEN ALL THE CHILDREN ARE DEAD?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;WHEN ALL THE BUILDINGS COLLAPSE?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;WHEN THERE'S NOTHING, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;AND NO ONE LEFT TO SAVE?!?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;JUST TELL ME, WHEN?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;They think they are fighting Terrorism...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;They think they are fighting for...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;'The Greater Good of Mankind'...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I wish... I wish I could do anything...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Just ANYTHING, to help...&lt;br /&gt;.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hang in there my dear friends,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;On both sides of the border...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Please know in every right and soul...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You're always on my mind,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And in my heart....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*Ring* *Ring*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;... ... Hello?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;-Altariel, Riviera.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2092080285650459014-7187955794456931799?l=flight-of-distant-dreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flight-of-distant-dreams.blogspot.com/feeds/7187955794456931799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2092080285650459014&amp;postID=7187955794456931799' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2092080285650459014/posts/default/7187955794456931799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2092080285650459014/posts/default/7187955794456931799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flight-of-distant-dreams.blogspot.com/2007/12/inspirational-randomness.html' title='Inspirational Randomness.'/><author><name>Aristera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14758509830588264111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2092080285650459014.post-9135388401313563749</id><published>2007-11-30T19:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-30T19:09:48.949+08:00</updated><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>... You already left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I never got to say 'Goodbye'...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...I hate you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2092080285650459014-9135388401313563749?l=flight-of-distant-dreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flight-of-distant-dreams.blogspot.com/feeds/9135388401313563749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2092080285650459014&amp;postID=9135388401313563749' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2092080285650459014/posts/default/9135388401313563749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2092080285650459014/posts/default/9135388401313563749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flight-of-distant-dreams.blogspot.com/2007/11/blog-post.html' title='...'/><author><name>Aristera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14758509830588264111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2092080285650459014.post-6113093304805462487</id><published>2007-11-27T21:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-27T21:19:47.938+08:00</updated><title type='text'>o.O!!</title><content type='html'>Just a random note to quite several friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leone, his sister Liara, Rena, Setsuna, Satsuki, (Exias, Dynames, Virtue, Kyrios  if you want... not  the Gundam 00 people...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+ Miraelle, Fanellia , and other people I apologize and can't remember in this hyper spasm....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;...I DO NOT HAVE RANDOM RAINBOW-FLAVOURED SPASTIC PINK FUZZLES FOR BREAKFAST IN THE MORNING, FOR THE LAST TIME BY FENRIR'S SAKE!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;End.&lt;br /&gt;Altariel , Riviera&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&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/2092080285650459014-6113093304805462487?l=flight-of-distant-dreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flight-of-distant-dreams.blogspot.com/feeds/6113093304805462487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2092080285650459014&amp;postID=6113093304805462487' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2092080285650459014/posts/default/6113093304805462487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2092080285650459014/posts/default/6113093304805462487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flight-of-distant-dreams.blogspot.com/2007/11/oo.html' title='o.O!!'/><author><name>Aristera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14758509830588264111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2092080285650459014.post-8226436208902617940</id><published>2007-11-13T15:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-13T16:19:15.754+08:00</updated><title type='text'>O_o... Eons? &gt;:D</title><content type='html'>There, I've said it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been EONS since I last posted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Okay , fine. Make that 49 days, 3hours and 37minutes , for all you angsty-I-want-almost-direct-timing people &gt;:/) &lt;- This is to the time I am writing, so don't kill if I'm minutes late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How have all of you been?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've mostly been stalking on FanFiction.net , On and off on MSN , plus Granado Espada and Hellgate: London. Perhaps thinking of going back to Ragnarok Online again... It depends ^^~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The holiday's filled with Outings ... Chalets... Get-Together dates... Movies... It gets busier with each time I get to school x.x""... Even my Nii-san is getting perky and dragging us all to LAN shops for an afternoon ~ late night craziness , sometime or another. x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of my friends have been questioning me on why 'Didn't I come to school when we are having torturous Graduation Day rehearsals...'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, The only things I'll say is :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Most of you don't have to fear the Blazer of Doom! (insert extra exclamations and other etcetera here) &lt;- Plus the fear of Heatstrokes for all the 'fortunate' 16 of us &gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. You didn't get your left hand hit by flying knives. I will not elaborate on that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. The only REHEARSAL we get is to stand up, hear some weird unfitting music to go along with the theme, march up like robots to the retiring Principal + + / Posted-to-another-school Vice-principal (either one, or both.) , bow and hope s/he doesn't grip your hand too hard, get whatever laminated crap s/he hands us and stalk away for a photo we'll never see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. So most of you aren't pessimistic / sick and tired of some show-off lil' brats in the other levels that go all 'Oooo~ Look, Iie hev e tie~ Obey moii soo iie will be one ovv e l33t prefects in teh lebel~~' (these people deserved to get gunned down)  ... as me. Sue me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. ... I'm sick of rambling on and on. As much as I'll like to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you still ask me why I don't go ._."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, the exams are over, everyone's partying as far as the Primary 6  of Meridian are concerned. Minus all the games and stuff the past years used to have since they got this ridiculous rule to confiscate everything we bring, so it gets pretty dull.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They (Teachers) term this as trying to make us 'appreciate' what they have been doing for us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Truth be told, it's only making us more and more resentful = =""&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week of School... not counting the 22nd, when we'll be getting back our results...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of us are anxious, some nervous, some wondering if they'll fail and such...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And some that don't give cahoots to the darn thing =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Routine's the same. Some teachers are actually becoming a little teary-eyed about us leaving... Strange, since we don't get this much emotion that normally...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of the Primary 6 population are running about with Bio-books , the stuff where you write your name.. interests... that kind of thing. Mostly the phone numbers and e-mail addresses are the main cause of those.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom's been as simple as ever:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: I'm getting my results on the 22nd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom: Okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Are you coming for the briefing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom: No, I'm busy. How do you think you'll do ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Um, fine?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom: Good, because the rule's simple. Pass, and go to your Secondary School. Fail, and get out of the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gackft.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will try to update posts daily or at least once in 2 ~ 3 days... If I have something to write about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope to see you again sometime,&lt;br /&gt;Altariel , Riviera.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2092080285650459014-8226436208902617940?l=flight-of-distant-dreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flight-of-distant-dreams.blogspot.com/feeds/8226436208902617940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2092080285650459014&amp;postID=8226436208902617940' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2092080285650459014/posts/default/8226436208902617940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2092080285650459014/posts/default/8226436208902617940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flight-of-distant-dreams.blogspot.com/2007/11/oo-eons-d.html' title='O_o... Eons? &gt;:D'/><author><name>Aristera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14758509830588264111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2092080285650459014.post-2445517371939363704</id><published>2007-09-24T19:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-24T19:46:00.453+08:00</updated><title type='text'>EEeee....</title><content type='html'>*Waves*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing much today. Teacher was more nagging than usual so me and my partner suited to Stabbing each other with ballpoint pens. (o*_*)-&gt; (&gt;.&lt;)=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we also tried pickpocketing other's stuff to make sure s/he didn't feel it xD (although he didn't really have a chance since the pocket in a ladies Uniform is to the right.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then my Mother tongue teacher went a lil' psycho (must be bad-day-blues)&lt;br /&gt; and she threw a table and missed my head by inches xD -When the guy who caused the trouble was in the other end of the class = ="&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(So in conclusion , a Teacher's drawing and AIMING also sucks. Big time.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mathematics teacher was real hyper , so we didn't go through any sum except for (12y+3y) and the rest of the 45minutes went to talking with him and indulging in teacher's gossip :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Science teacher shouted at us for 2 periods straight and by that time he wanted to go through the papers class was over ^^"... ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for supplementary class , we only sat there for 15 minutes than the 1 hour since we gone through all the stuff heck faster than we thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Sunday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOTHING. WAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAA I SPENT HALF THE DAY SLEEPING AND I DON'T REMEMBER ANYTHING ELSE ROFLCOPTER BISH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... right &gt;_&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Saturday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went out to Bugis and gone to a Steamboat with my Granado Espada Faction - Academy Of Tsubasa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We spent most of the time eating and later going out of there , taking pictures and talking ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to all for the time I had , hope we can do it again soon ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... Although I might have to say , we kinda found out a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;LITTLE &lt;/span&gt;too much about our Faction leader...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Riviera&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2092080285650459014-2445517371939363704?l=flight-of-distant-dreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flight-of-distant-dreams.blogspot.com/feeds/2445517371939363704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2092080285650459014&amp;postID=2445517371939363704' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2092080285650459014/posts/default/2445517371939363704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2092080285650459014/posts/default/2445517371939363704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flight-of-distant-dreams.blogspot.com/2007/09/eeeee.html' title='EEeee....'/><author><name>Aristera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14758509830588264111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2092080285650459014.post-3817327464139484892</id><published>2007-09-20T22:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-20T22:53:39.594+08:00</updated><title type='text'>EEEEEEE....</title><content type='html'>... Yay. PSLE in 09 Working days... AND COUNTING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO &gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... Meh , probably going to have to meet this hurdle anyway. Best luck to one and all in 6-Charity!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... All of you better do well or &lt;strong&gt;ELSE.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good luck to the rest of my friends with other Primary , Secondary , Tetiary or whatever kinda exam you gonna have next ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gambatte!~&lt;br /&gt;-Riviera&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2092080285650459014-3817327464139484892?l=flight-of-distant-dreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flight-of-distant-dreams.blogspot.com/feeds/3817327464139484892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2092080285650459014&amp;postID=3817327464139484892' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2092080285650459014/posts/default/3817327464139484892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2092080285650459014/posts/default/3817327464139484892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flight-of-distant-dreams.blogspot.com/2007/09/eeeeeee.html' title='EEEEEEE....'/><author><name>Aristera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14758509830588264111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2092080285650459014.post-5068674190662786677</id><published>2007-09-18T23:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-18T23:32:08.840+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ah...</title><content type='html'>...When was the time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we could see each other eye-to-eye  , when we wouldn't be rushing around... to some important meeting , scheldule , or just... plain ignorance?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When was the time when all of us could sit and chat , watch the world going by on it's our course..?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or even... Just to say 'Hi , how have you been?'...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss those times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... I really do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2092080285650459014-5068674190662786677?l=flight-of-distant-dreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flight-of-distant-dreams.blogspot.com/feeds/5068674190662786677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2092080285650459014&amp;postID=5068674190662786677' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2092080285650459014/posts/default/5068674190662786677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2092080285650459014/posts/default/5068674190662786677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flight-of-distant-dreams.blogspot.com/2007/09/ah.html' title='Ah...'/><author><name>Aristera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14758509830588264111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2092080285650459014.post-8703103154018279126</id><published>2007-08-19T01:45:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-19T01:47:17.258+08:00</updated><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Absolutely... NO COMMENTS ON WHAT HAPPENED THE PAST FEW DAYS...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's too depressing to talk about...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amongst other things...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a good day... best nights to one and all...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2092080285650459014-8703103154018279126?l=flight-of-distant-dreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flight-of-distant-dreams.blogspot.com/feeds/8703103154018279126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2092080285650459014&amp;postID=8703103154018279126' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2092080285650459014/posts/default/8703103154018279126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2092080285650459014/posts/default/8703103154018279126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flight-of-distant-dreams.blogspot.com/2007/08/blog-post_19.html' title='...'/><author><name>Aristera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14758509830588264111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2092080285650459014.post-78765076945031650</id><published>2007-08-08T23:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-08T23:32:45.295+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hell is STILL Frozen O_O...</title><content type='html'>Ohaiyo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its teh eve of National Day here o.o~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And besides , my school's National day was the same =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come in red-n-white , stone at the Parade Square , wait for our dily-daling principal and the vice-principal , stand up , greet , watch some mega-huge flag to move across the Square in slow-mo , continue standing while the principal practically 'recites' the National day message with 'GREAT ENTHUSIASM'... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gawd , It's a bore x.x... After the National day message , me and a fellow friend had to run about and collect 'Flag-cards' with the class names on it ... a surprise since the teachers were too lazy... I think. Mrs Stefane Lee was SO KIND to make us hunt for them. Some of the Lower Primary students were not very 'co-operative' and thought we were stealing them O.O (Apparently it seems that holding that ridiculous thing makes them feel... important , in some odd way.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides gathering all that and putting them on the table near the HOD (Heads Of Department) room , we saw a few more missed out... then it's running down again , taking from those hyper lower primary students (Its sports day for them) and... up again near the room... AND REPEAT. Soon later after the 'repeating' , we STILL HAD 2 more missing... Curse 4-E and 3-H! &lt;- Which does not exist. = =&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After getting 4H's flag-card back , Mrs Stefane Lee was SO KIND YET AGAIN to ask us to put them ALL back into the respective classes... Couldn't she have told us earlier ?? After all the sending... and cutting myself several times due to the sharp ends... I met up with my fellow prefects and we trooped (or panted) back to the hall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We didn't know we still had to stand with stupid loud-speakers and stereos blasting patriotic music at ridiculously high-pitches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think all 5 of us must have swore , seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After 1 hour and 45 minutes worth of endless clapping , screaming , cheering... etc. We made it OUT OF SCHOOL. WAHOO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...And back home. With revision and homework to do. (Curses!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me dad's coming , gotta run x.x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye -^_^- ~&lt;br /&gt;Wishing all of you a happy National Day ~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2092080285650459014-78765076945031650?l=flight-of-distant-dreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flight-of-distant-dreams.blogspot.com/feeds/78765076945031650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2092080285650459014&amp;postID=78765076945031650' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2092080285650459014/posts/default/78765076945031650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2092080285650459014/posts/default/78765076945031650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flight-of-distant-dreams.blogspot.com/2007/08/hell-is-still-frozen-oo.html' title='Hell is STILL Frozen O_O...'/><author><name>Aristera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14758509830588264111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2092080285650459014.post-6160742685908882034</id><published>2007-08-05T17:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-05T17:07:47.711+08:00</updated><title type='text'>When hell freezes over...</title><content type='html'>Ohaiyo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is horrorful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MY DAD IS GOING TO TAKE A WEEK'S LEAVE TO KILL ME IN REVISION. O_____o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NYUUUUUUUUUUUUZZZZ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...No more compy for me x.x... T_____________T&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2092080285650459014-6160742685908882034?l=flight-of-distant-dreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flight-of-distant-dreams.blogspot.com/feeds/6160742685908882034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2092080285650459014&amp;postID=6160742685908882034' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2092080285650459014/posts/default/6160742685908882034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2092080285650459014/posts/default/6160742685908882034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flight-of-distant-dreams.blogspot.com/2007/08/when-hell-freezes-over.html' title='When hell freezes over...'/><author><name>Aristera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14758509830588264111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2092080285650459014.post-5521544950440129509</id><published>2007-08-03T16:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-03T16:29:14.481+08:00</updated><title type='text'>o_o..~</title><content type='html'>Ohaiyo...~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was not as bad as yesterday... it's a little confusing actually... same issue as the day before... After that friend of mine got snappy at me yesterday , I got a little ticked off... and simply refused to even walk near her , or talk. Seems a lot like she was trying to make conversation with me , but I wouldn't hear a word of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During Recess (break-time) , I sat with several more of my friends from other classes... Doralynn , Inez , Sheng Yu , Trena and one more person who would rip my head off if I typed her name in here. x.x... They were crowding around some note / letter which that friend (above) had written. She made it a very clear fact that all of us 'betrayed' her...? I don't know what is her defination of 'Betray' since even Doralynn , simply did not believe what she said and her name was in that note ._.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the end of Recess when we were supposed to line up , that friend came along and started saying that she was sorry... but I am still confused... Was she really sorry ? Or did she want me simply to come back so that she wouldn't feel so alone ? Considering to read some of her MSNspaces and other things like that... she practically spouted a lot of lies... I really don't know whether I can trust her again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I did not attend my Prelim's English Listening Comprehension (more like I was late for it actually) ,  I took it today. It was pretty funny at the Resource room. My teacher first ran up to get a two-pin plug , later she went down , tried to stick it into the socket but it didn't go in. She also tried using a computer but it didn't work. Ended up we went to the Staffroom just for me to take my Listening Compre. ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And thanks to the drama , I missed 2 periods of CHINESE!!! YAY!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Mum and Sis are gonna kill me for this...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2092080285650459014-5521544950440129509?l=flight-of-distant-dreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flight-of-distant-dreams.blogspot.com/feeds/5521544950440129509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2092080285650459014&amp;postID=5521544950440129509' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2092080285650459014/posts/default/5521544950440129509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2092080285650459014/posts/default/5521544950440129509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flight-of-distant-dreams.blogspot.com/2007/08/oo.html' title='o_o..~'/><author><name>Aristera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14758509830588264111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2092080285650459014.post-5761157833340549564</id><published>2007-08-02T20:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-02T20:28:09.333+08:00</updated><title type='text'>....</title><content type='html'>Ohaiyo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today. Is. The. Worse. Classroom. Day... &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;EVER&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For one , I found out that my best friend started spouting something I didn't want to hear to another one of her friends , who spread it to the whole school. I am trying to forgive her and TRYING to stop getting so angry , but all of a sudden , she turns around , asking me for an explanation when she is supposed to be the one giving it and is turning into some uber-emo kid! Seriously , I don't get this at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secondly , My Chinese teacher is picking on me. AGAIN. And for some reason I don't want to get into that matter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And last , I had my Chinese Oral today , and I am bloody certain I will fail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And other perilous crap has happened to me today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Just great.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2092080285650459014-5761157833340549564?l=flight-of-distant-dreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flight-of-distant-dreams.blogspot.com/feeds/5761157833340549564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2092080285650459014&amp;postID=5761157833340549564' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2092080285650459014/posts/default/5761157833340549564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2092080285650459014/posts/default/5761157833340549564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flight-of-distant-dreams.blogspot.com/2007/08/blog-post.html' title='....'/><author><name>Aristera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14758509830588264111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2092080285650459014.post-672126836996039510</id><published>2007-08-02T05:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-02T05:30:06.415+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Whee x.x</title><content type='html'>Ohaiyo...~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I declare today , (or more like yesterday) , My sleepy day! x.x -Randomness- Sleeping from 4pm to 5a.m. in the morning , 13 hours in total x.x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Mum , If you dare call me 'Piggy Clara' again after reading this , I shall plant another bomb in your room! x.x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my homework. IS STILL UNDONE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Must rush through it now... and my teacher will yell at me for the 'slip-shod' work I'm handing up XD...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was also my Listening Comprehension for Preliminaries , and I'm bloody late = =" Dead... most likely x.x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... and I just remembered I haven't eaten my last night's dinner as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Whee.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2092080285650459014-672126836996039510?l=flight-of-distant-dreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flight-of-distant-dreams.blogspot.com/feeds/672126836996039510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2092080285650459014&amp;postID=672126836996039510' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2092080285650459014/posts/default/672126836996039510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2092080285650459014/posts/default/672126836996039510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flight-of-distant-dreams.blogspot.com/2007/08/whee-xx.html' title='Whee x.x'/><author><name>Aristera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14758509830588264111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2092080285650459014.post-515402721429295139</id><published>2007-08-01T00:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-01T00:10:02.840+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Late. Again.</title><content type='html'>Ohaiyo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Didn't go to school today... had a fever in the morning... then had flu in the afternoon... Got a lot of homework from my friends who attended school today... can't wait for 5th of August , when I'll get a 5-day holiday!... (A lot of homework and revision is expected.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There wasn't much to talk about today... Just another day that passes without much of a trace , I guess.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2092080285650459014-515402721429295139?l=flight-of-distant-dreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flight-of-distant-dreams.blogspot.com/feeds/515402721429295139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2092080285650459014&amp;postID=515402721429295139' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2092080285650459014/posts/default/515402721429295139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2092080285650459014/posts/default/515402721429295139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flight-of-distant-dreams.blogspot.com/2007/07/late-again.html' title='Late. Again.'/><author><name>Aristera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14758509830588264111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2092080285650459014.post-7916596038761482251</id><published>2007-07-30T00:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-30T00:23:06.132+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ahhh!! Late AGAIN! &gt;&lt;</title><content type='html'>Ohaiyo!..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GACK! I'm late again... it's past midnight x.x"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's my brother's birthday... everything was fine until about... say , 10p.m. ?&lt;br /&gt;We did nothing but slack and wait for his friends to come in the afternoon... after that we went to Downtown East to the LAN and play F.E.A.R for awhile... (From 7p.m. to about 9? o.o)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then , he decided he wanted to go to the Whitesands shopping centre... to have dinner and for a little arcade? o.o"... By the time we got there , it was already 9.15p.m.... since we walked ^^" Towards 10 , my father called. And just from me missing &lt;strong&gt;ONE &lt;/strong&gt;of his calls , of endless lectures on my PSLE and revision , housework...etc etc etc , he wanted to confiscate our handphones (I don't know how he got my brother into this) and says that if we don't pick it up , it defeats the purpose of even having one , and probably wants to kill the line when my brother needs it for his professor's calls and... I dunno. o_O"""..... He doesn't need to piss off my our brother's birthday since he already spoilt mine in January , but can't he even have the &lt;strong&gt;COMMON COURTESY TO EVEN WISH HIM 4 SIMPLE SYLLABLES OF "HAP-PY BIRTH-DAY" ?!? &lt;/strong&gt;... IS IT SUCH A BIG DEAL TO OPEN HIS MOUTH ? ... besides from constant nagging and all... whatever ! =XX&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we came home , one of my brother's friends and I started taking the cake out and video-ing with our handphones... As well as playing the song " I will survive " while he was blowing candles ^^"... We started laughing like nuts until the doorbell rang and Mr I.Am.Always.Emo stood at the doorway with that grouchy-pasty scotchtaped face on it. I wish I can ... RE-ARRANGE IT... Okay , forget it. ._."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bro's back from shower , should let him play his Lost Planet now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Gawd , I really think I use my blog for &lt;strong&gt;RANTING &lt;/strong&gt;, instead of &lt;strong&gt;REFLECTING.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2092080285650459014-7916596038761482251?l=flight-of-distant-dreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flight-of-distant-dreams.blogspot.com/feeds/7916596038761482251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2092080285650459014&amp;postID=7916596038761482251' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2092080285650459014/posts/default/7916596038761482251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2092080285650459014/posts/default/7916596038761482251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flight-of-distant-dreams.blogspot.com/2007/07/ahhh-late-again.html' title='Ahhh!! Late AGAIN! &gt;&lt;'/><author><name>Aristera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14758509830588264111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2092080285650459014.post-6107956238810587917</id><published>2007-07-27T21:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-27T21:42:31.766+08:00</updated><title type='text'>uh...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Ohaiyo...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Today's a bit moodless... Chinese teacher simply got mad at me... Started calling my mother madly... she got angry... ectera...ectera...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The past few days have been fun though... there was no electricity... and... we have been doing EVERYTHING at night with candle lights... We had suddenly turned so 'romantic' since we had to eat dinner with candlelights... do homework with candle lights... even shower using candle lights o_O...! The water was so cold since the heater died , and with the recent drizzles and storms , made it even colder... I was fine with it... but my brother was not... and I can always hear the 'ritualistic' yell of every night's 'ICHIBANNNN!!!' when he attempts to jump into the icy-cold water... Adding to that , there has been a communication problem in my house since our house phone (surprisingly) NEVER rang when someone called , and our handphones often ran out of battery... (mine did anyway) simply drew my house to a hectic scheldule...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;My brother's birthday is this Sunday , so having 1- No computer , 2- No proper lights , 3- No air-con (its essential for him) 4- No clean clothes.... He'll think it's the worse nightmare of a birthday ever achieved. After hearing this morning that the power will only be back on Monday , he practically swore ^^"... But it came on this afternoon. (Good for him)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Aside from that... Life's pretty downhill. Nothing much I can talk about anymore. There is nothing to look forward to , besides the weekends where I can be alone and be left to my own devices... and my dear Soh Joe Yi , If you seriously hated me as per to what I have seen through your entries and your LIES... You had better stop pretending , for I know it now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2092080285650459014-6107956238810587917?l=flight-of-distant-dreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flight-of-distant-dreams.blogspot.com/feeds/6107956238810587917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2092080285650459014&amp;postID=6107956238810587917' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2092080285650459014/posts/default/6107956238810587917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2092080285650459014/posts/default/6107956238810587917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flight-of-distant-dreams.blogspot.com/2007/07/uh.html' title='uh...'/><author><name>Aristera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14758509830588264111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2092080285650459014.post-5215565314700968442</id><published>2007-07-23T19:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-23T19:50:30.691+08:00</updated><title type='text'>NAPFA ! x.x</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ohaiyo...!~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Today was like any other day , overall. Teachers nagging... showing attitude ^^"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The 'special event' was that around 5 caterpillars crept into the classroom and all the girls started screaming x.x... My ears are still ringing =/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Later in the afternoon , we had our Napfa 1.6 test since it was not raining... (though it wish it did =p)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I got 7th of 52 students... (combined with 6-Aspiration) Now I'm tired , and my bones feel like dislocating x.x&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Besides slamming my head on the floor due to a freak accident with the sofa , I slept on the floor too ^^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm lazy to type any more... Signing out!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-I luv rain :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2092080285650459014-5215565314700968442?l=flight-of-distant-dreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flight-of-distant-dreams.blogspot.com/feeds/5215565314700968442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2092080285650459014&amp;postID=5215565314700968442' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2092080285650459014/posts/default/5215565314700968442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2092080285650459014/posts/default/5215565314700968442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flight-of-distant-dreams.blogspot.com/2007/07/napfa-xx.html' title='NAPFA ! x.x'/><author><name>Aristera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14758509830588264111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2092080285650459014.post-7981582498308637581</id><published>2007-07-22T02:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-22T12:07:35.404+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally!!~~</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ohaiyo~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, I am done with the bits and pieces of my uhm... regenerated blog ^^"&lt;br /&gt;Considering that the one I had written in 3 years ago &lt;strong&gt;RAN AWAY... &lt;/strong&gt;Ebil blog! *sniffle*&lt;br /&gt;Will add more as time passes...&lt;br /&gt;Shoot the Moon!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2092080285650459014-7981582498308637581?l=flight-of-distant-dreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flight-of-distant-dreams.blogspot.com/feeds/7981582498308637581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2092080285650459014&amp;postID=7981582498308637581' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2092080285650459014/posts/default/7981582498308637581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2092080285650459014/posts/default/7981582498308637581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flight-of-distant-dreams.blogspot.com/2007/07/finally_21.html' title='Finally!!~~'/><author><name>Aristera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14758509830588264111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2092080285650459014.post-7163044557535054875</id><published>2007-07-21T23:24:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-21T23:29:52.963+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Whee x.x...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Still attempting to change my Template to one that I've loved , but it isn't worrkkkinggg!!! &gt;&lt;"""&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2092080285650459014-7163044557535054875?l=flight-of-distant-dreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flight-of-distant-dreams.blogspot.com/feeds/7163044557535054875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2092080285650459014&amp;postID=7163044557535054875' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2092080285650459014/posts/default/7163044557535054875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2092080285650459014/posts/default/7163044557535054875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flight-of-distant-dreams.blogspot.com/2007/07/whee-x.html' title=''/><author><name>Aristera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14758509830588264111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
