<?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-27582261</id><updated>2011-10-10T19:19:51.188+08:00</updated><category term='parents'/><category term='slacking'/><category term='smelly stinking sundays'/><category term='unreasonable'/><category term='daryl'/><category term='blah'/><category term='stupidity'/><title type='text'>Masquerade Romance</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://masqueraderomance.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27582261/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://masqueraderomance.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27582261/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>ΞUNICΞ</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>588</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27582261.post-955091097026371045</id><published>2011-03-04T23:12:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-05T00:52:55.657+08:00</updated><title type='text'>infinite arms</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I really really really hate beetles. You know what else I fucking hate? Facing a bloody camera. I hate everything about me too. Will some pretty korean/american chick switch faces with me? Just so I can go take a proper passport picture and for once, be glad of how everything turns out? (Rolls eyes) Anyway, I killed a beetle today, and it took me approx 15-20 minutes to kill it with a box. I hope I never have to do this again. What a waste of precious time. At least I had Pastamania muahahahahahahaha. Edited my skin a little. Sigh. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;P.s: I don't ever get why people who have facebook/twitter/formspring who get comments from haters and trolls keep saying crap like: "Oh my god my life sucks"/"I wanna die"/"Fuck my life" Well it's your fault if you want to give them a place for them to insult/ridicule you. If you can't handle the shit then why don't you delete it? The reason why you're not deleting your account is either because you're seeking attention, or you're trying to step. It won't hurt to learn a few vulgarities and smart comebacks to defend yourself if you plan to. That is, if you wanna keep your whatever. If not, stop complaining and all that shit and just fucking delete it. Stop being noisy bitches. I know we don't ask for such horrid stuff when we sign up for such accounts, but that's just the way life is. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Update: Omg I'm real hungry! Should I cook supper, or just go to bed? :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27582261-955091097026371045?l=masqueraderomance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://masqueraderomance.blogspot.com/feeds/955091097026371045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27582261&amp;postID=955091097026371045' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27582261/posts/default/955091097026371045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27582261/posts/default/955091097026371045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://masqueraderomance.blogspot.com/2011/03/infinite-arms.html' title='infinite arms'/><author><name>ΞUNICΞ</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27582261.post-585836922546899433</id><published>2011-03-01T20:33:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-01T20:44:26.532+08:00</updated><title type='text'>blindness</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I really really really don't like how 2011 is going for me. Fuck all the disappointments and obstacles. Fuck them all. Call me a drama mama or whatever, but I really feel like crying. I've never been so hurt, lost and unsure about everything before. I've never been treated this way before. I'm not just angry, I'm fucking angry. I can't believe that I've been saying stuff like, "I can't wait for school to start." Tsk, knowing that everything I had been looking forward to is currently crumbling into bits and pieces that burn hideously, I'm not sure I should be happy about school anymore. I should have begged for more new year blessings. I miss all the bad occurrences that happened last year. They seem like heaven as compared to the hell that I'm currently living in. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27582261-585836922546899433?l=masqueraderomance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://masqueraderomance.blogspot.com/feeds/585836922546899433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27582261&amp;postID=585836922546899433' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27582261/posts/default/585836922546899433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27582261/posts/default/585836922546899433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://masqueraderomance.blogspot.com/2011/03/blindness.html' title='blindness'/><author><name>ΞUNICΞ</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27582261.post-479689146619252574</id><published>2011-02-12T23:48:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-12T23:48:47.997+08:00</updated><title type='text'>angela's ashes</title><content type='html'>It’s lovely to know that the world can’t interfere with the inside of your head.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27582261-479689146619252574?l=masqueraderomance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://masqueraderomance.blogspot.com/feeds/479689146619252574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27582261&amp;postID=479689146619252574' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27582261/posts/default/479689146619252574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27582261/posts/default/479689146619252574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://masqueraderomance.blogspot.com/2011/02/angelas-ashes.html' title='angela&apos;s ashes'/><author><name>ΞUNICΞ</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27582261.post-3518584802866407542</id><published>2011-01-31T00:39:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-31T00:40:45.409+08:00</updated><title type='text'>signs</title><content type='html'>Omfg stop raining already, you're pissing me off. Sigh. I'm super crazy about The Morning Benders now. And Ellie Goulding. Omfg, stop raining!!! KiKwang, make the rain stop :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27582261-3518584802866407542?l=masqueraderomance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://masqueraderomance.blogspot.com/feeds/3518584802866407542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27582261&amp;postID=3518584802866407542' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27582261/posts/default/3518584802866407542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27582261/posts/default/3518584802866407542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://masqueraderomance.blogspot.com/2011/01/signs.html' title='signs'/><author><name>ΞUNICΞ</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27582261.post-1139923654951494066</id><published>2011-01-22T23:25:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-23T23:55:14.485+08:00</updated><title type='text'>june gloom sets in</title><content type='html'>Hihihihi I'll be over @ tumblr reblogging stuffs! &lt;div&gt;Let's hope tumblr doesn't fuck up again! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://fauxrose.tumblr.com/"&gt;HTTP://FAUXROSE.TUMBLR.COM&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;b&gt;Note: &lt;/b&gt;I don't mean to sound mean or whatever but, why do people keep asking, "How's your O's? Where are you heading to?" First of all, the JAE results haven't even been released yet. My choices include a couple of schools. Secondly, I don't think I'd want to talk about my O's? Yeah yeah it's so damn recent to you, but it's in the past for me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;I might have done okay or not okay, but that's my business. If I'm embarrassed/proud of my score, that's my business. If I don't wanna tell anyone except a few close friends + my family members, that's my business. It's not up to you to show attitude or whatever just because I don't wanna tell you. Stop being so childish. Me not telling you? That's MY problem, alright? Because I'm done with people judging me with everything that I do. Based on stupid stuff like appearances or grades or whatever fuck. It's just stupid, k?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;I've already played my part of being nice &amp;amp; polite enough to tolerate this question being thrown at me for GOD KNOWS HOW MANY TIMES. And for me to even put a smiley and say, "I'd like to keep it to myself." instead of flaring up at you, it's A BIG DEAL for me. I have already explained to you in the nicest way possible, so I don't think you have any rights to get angry at me not wanting to tell you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I don't see a reason why you should know about it anyway. What good will it do? Oh so you can compare my score to yours while you think about how you got a higher/lower score than I did? So you can laugh/cry about my score? You insane, sista. (Or whatever gender that you are.) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Plus, if you're someone that I have never even been close to in my entire life, and you're asking me this, (coughs) what makes you think that I'd tell you? Okay maybe I can't blame you for asking, because it's only a human habit to be curious about every single thing. But really, to get mad at me? You insane, sista. And it's not just me who feels this way. K? Respect peoples' decisions. (And yes, I appreciate those who respected my decision, I luff you.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Because of the existence of this thing we call curiosity, I figure that I might have to actually face this stupid question thing a gazillion times during CNY. Okay I needa stop being angry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Oh! Btw, I almost forgot, to all my friends who are in Sec 5 or people that I know who are in Sec 5, best of luck to all of you! Study hard! Worrying about your social life at this stage might not be the right thing to do. :) I hope you do well. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27582261-1139923654951494066?l=masqueraderomance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://masqueraderomance.blogspot.com/feeds/1139923654951494066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27582261&amp;postID=1139923654951494066' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27582261/posts/default/1139923654951494066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27582261/posts/default/1139923654951494066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://masqueraderomance.blogspot.com/2011/01/june-gloom-sets-in.html' title='june gloom sets in'/><author><name>ΞUNICΞ</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27582261.post-545363786784549513</id><published>2011-01-11T18:50:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-11T18:57:06.452+08:00</updated><title type='text'>middle distance runner</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Even so, I can't really find anything in anyone to help in being comforted. I know lots of you don't mind listening, but I don't even want to throw my troubles at you. Sure, it's an okay score I got (considering my previous scores... tsk), but sometimes I just can't help but wonder if I could have done better had I not screw up 4 years of my life in MG. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Yes, I had my fun disregarding work (esp Math tsk) and neglecting my studies, playing and laughing around with everyone like a mad dog, but so what? It turned out to be that I had completely nothing to do when the holidays came. Shouldn't I have just listened in class when I had the opportunity to? I really envy those who can juggle both a proper social life and good grades at the same time. (Well, who told me to be socially awkward?) If I wanted either, I had to give up the other. And stupidly, I chose a social life. Wasn't much of one either. (Shrugs)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;My parents are pleased and content, but oh god, I carry around pangs of remorse and sadness wherever I look. Gone are the days when I could literally smile 24/7 after receiving my results. I don't even know why I behaved the way I did. &lt;b&gt;It was just plain ridiculous, just plain fucking ridiculous.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Although, I have to admit, I'm so glad I improved so much. Going up an average of 6 grades this time round is really "wtfomgruseriousyay". And I'm so thankful that this time round, my family and friends could really tell that I realised my act of stupidity and gave my all for the O's. So for the happy part, it was not because what I had wished for came true. It definitely did not come true. It was a dream that I didn't know I had that came true. Yeah maybe it's true that sometimes the dreams that come true are the dreams you never even knew you had. (HA! The Lovely Bones. Good book good book. Heh.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Btw, lol @ the fact that we all thought we were all fucked for Lit. Hurrah :) I'm keeping F451 &amp;amp; WLA? forever and ever and ever (L)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Note to self: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;(Mini New Year's Resolution)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;1) Get into that poly and enrol in that course. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;2) Achieve good grades, do well in my new school. (Including CCA.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;3) "Love all, trust a few, do wrong to none." (More than enough.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;4) Stop being afraid of cameras. (-.-)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;5) Be friendlier, smile more often, stop being so angry and so "awk".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;6) Never ever forget to embrace literary works. (BWAHAHAHA I must always embrace them)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;7) Grow taller, get a better body. (MUST!!!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;8) Get more clothes :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;9) Stop shouting @ daddy/mummy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;10) Never ever forget how amazing DCFC &amp;amp; Metric are. *_* ( + Many many more!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;11) Draw and paint more often. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;12) Get a dog. (Pls pls pls let me get what I want)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;13) Brush up on my English. Written/Oral. (I sound like some chao ahlian.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;14) Keep in touch with friends from MG.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;15) Help a close friend with her O's. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27582261-545363786784549513?l=masqueraderomance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://masqueraderomance.blogspot.com/feeds/545363786784549513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27582261&amp;postID=545363786784549513' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27582261/posts/default/545363786784549513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27582261/posts/default/545363786784549513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://masqueraderomance.blogspot.com/2011/01/middle-distance-runner.html' title='middle distance runner'/><author><name>ΞUNICΞ</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27582261.post-5748798864403739756</id><published>2011-01-05T18:26:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-05T18:59:45.606+08:00</updated><title type='text'>you used to hold me</title><content type='html'>You have to admit, Emily Haines' voice is orgasmic. &lt;div&gt;I think I just met the asshole of everyone's life. _|_ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;a href="http://fauxrose.tumblr.com"&gt;TUMBLR&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27582261-5748798864403739756?l=masqueraderomance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://masqueraderomance.blogspot.com/feeds/5748798864403739756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27582261&amp;postID=5748798864403739756' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27582261/posts/default/5748798864403739756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27582261/posts/default/5748798864403739756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://masqueraderomance.blogspot.com/2011/01/you-used-to-hold-me.html' title='you used to hold me'/><author><name>ΞUNICΞ</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27582261.post-5142511068826008385</id><published>2010-10-03T14:57:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-03T15:01:10.314+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ottoman</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Just created a new timetable. Let's just hope everything runs smoothly. So I can happily enjoy dad's reward! 4th December, eep :) And I swear, SS is the only subject that makes me feel that studying is ... Hiatus, till, after my O's which is... 15th Nov :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27582261-5142511068826008385?l=masqueraderomance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://masqueraderomance.blogspot.com/feeds/5142511068826008385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27582261&amp;postID=5142511068826008385' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27582261/posts/default/5142511068826008385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27582261/posts/default/5142511068826008385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://masqueraderomance.blogspot.com/2010/10/ottoman.html' title='ottoman'/><author><name>ΞUNICΞ</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27582261.post-1766740074597743462</id><published>2010-09-09T17:39:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-09T17:41:44.713+08:00</updated><title type='text'>speeding cars</title><content type='html'>Oh god u dumb shit, you're just gonna fall right into her trap again. You'll never realise, you dumb shit you dumb shit you dumb shit. &lt;i&gt;Why the fucking hell are you so lost anyway?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27582261-1766740074597743462?l=masqueraderomance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://masqueraderomance.blogspot.com/feeds/1766740074597743462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27582261&amp;postID=1766740074597743462' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27582261/posts/default/1766740074597743462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27582261/posts/default/1766740074597743462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://masqueraderomance.blogspot.com/2010/09/speeding-cars.html' title='speeding cars'/><author><name>ΞUNICΞ</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27582261.post-1467356492936915865</id><published>2010-08-28T23:54:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-29T00:15:51.537+08:00</updated><title type='text'>won't be sleeping in our autumn beds</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I need to announce, share and proclaim my love! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Omg my brother's girl makes the best cookies ever! (Better than Famous Amos/Subway I swear!) (L)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Omg today was really fun thank you Ame I love you (L)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Omg to my purchases today, I love you (L)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Omg Chippy's cheesy curry chicken (L)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hehe, met up with Denise after hanging out with Ame, and she tried frozen yogurt for the first time ever (Yami Yogurt always runs out of the nice fruits,) and speaking about yogurt the best yogurt I've ever tasted is the one from Red Mango. LOVE THE MANGO TOPPINGS TOO :) Watched Step Up 3, and it was fan-tas-tic :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;But anw, big note: STAY AWAY FROM KIDS IN SHOPPING MALLS:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;1) You should wish for luck when you go to the Cotton On at Suntec. I was putting on a basic when a fucking little girl crawled into my changing room from underneath the one beside mine. And obviously she wouldn't understand: "Ahem do you mind?" so yknow what if it happens do what I did, slap her in the face with the item you're holding in your hand. Fuck, kids are so annoying sometimes. Embarassing ttm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;2) Don't hold a bunch of shopping bags and stand in the middle of a place infested with kids. They will run, and scream, and blast your ears off and run into your shopping bag throwing you off balance. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;3) Don't stand at a grocery store counter if they have condoms there and there are chinese-speaking kids present. They will stand next to you, if you're near the register, pick up a box of condoms and wave it around in front of you for five entire minutes. Let the person behind you go first. (Btw her dad didn't even do anything, he just stood there stoning like a dog.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27582261-1467356492936915865?l=masqueraderomance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://masqueraderomance.blogspot.com/feeds/1467356492936915865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27582261&amp;postID=1467356492936915865' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27582261/posts/default/1467356492936915865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27582261/posts/default/1467356492936915865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://masqueraderomance.blogspot.com/2010/08/wont-be-sleeping-in-our-autumn-beds.html' title='won&apos;t be sleeping in our autumn beds'/><author><name>ΞUNICΞ</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27582261.post-5586626949828826064</id><published>2010-08-14T18:13:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-15T19:30:45.058+08:00</updated><title type='text'>eyes like two doves</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;What the hell I ttly screwed up my O levels English oral exam? Who the heck laughs at the exam question? Out loud. Who else but me? URGH. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Examiner: "What are the things that make you laugh?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Me: -bursts out in laughter-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Examiner: -gives lol + what the hell face- Even the question makes you laugh, right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Me: Yeah... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And there. That was how I answered my question. And many more prompts after. I'm a fcking failure.........&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;OMG I WANT THE BB BOLD 9700 AND NOT THE BB CURVE??? :( &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"Parents, they're so annoying. To them, an "I love you" doesn't have to be said, an "I'm thankful for you" doesn't have to be announced, an "I'm proud of you" doesn't have to be declared, an "I care for you a great deal" doesn't have to be rendered. Every one of those sentences are shown through their actions, actions which are esoteric and inexplicable, actions that even their children, cannot envision, conceive and comprehend. If you haven't understood, we're so bloody annoying, just like you. Because some of us similarly feel that we don't necessarily have to show our love and appreciation all the time through cheesy verbal ways. We show them through different ways, like actions. For some, the actions are crystal clear, like a child who appreciates his family and draws a picture of his family of three and pins it up on the refrigerator door. For others, the actions are like yours. Obscured. I can say that I'm part of the latter. It doesn't mean that I don't appreciate it when you get me something and I don't say "Thanks so much, dad." or do something for you. If you look closer you'd see the appreciation I have. I don't say that you don't appreciate what I do for you when you just walk off to read your newspaper even when you have realised that I've helped you with something. At least I know that you have that appreciation.  I wonder if the other children in the world know about appreciation, because it's a sad thing that most parents don't know about it. &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Appreciation doesn't necessarily have to be shown clearly, but if you want the clear picture, you just need that little effort and it'll all be made evident.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Could so ttly relate to this right now. Sigh, and I hate people who are "FAKE AND GAY". Lol rwj kicks ass ttm!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27582261-5586626949828826064?l=masqueraderomance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://masqueraderomance.blogspot.com/feeds/5586626949828826064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27582261&amp;postID=5586626949828826064' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27582261/posts/default/5586626949828826064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27582261/posts/default/5586626949828826064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://masqueraderomance.blogspot.com/2010/08/eyes-like-two-doves.html' title='eyes like two doves'/><author><name>ΞUNICΞ</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27582261.post-1008565219586731209</id><published>2010-08-07T00:28:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-07T01:10:13.610+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i really see you upside down</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I hate it when my hair looks better when I'm at home. And once I go out it all becomes crap. Not like my hair's even alright in the first place... but we all know what I mean. We always look better when we're alone and at home. Oh, and I hate it too, when I feel that I've understood everything, I get questions thrown at me which I realise I can't answer... Chem, especially. What shit...? And I can't believe it but I wrote in the persona of a maid for my english essay. That's like double "what shit...?" A MAID. Am mad crazy over the young Leonardo Dicaprio, Steve Appleton, Rupert Grint and Cole Mohr. EEEP.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27582261-1008565219586731209?l=masqueraderomance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://masqueraderomance.blogspot.com/feeds/1008565219586731209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27582261&amp;postID=1008565219586731209' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27582261/posts/default/1008565219586731209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27582261/posts/default/1008565219586731209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://masqueraderomance.blogspot.com/2010/08/i-really-see-you-upside-down.html' title='i really see you upside down'/><author><name>ΞUNICΞ</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27582261.post-6930001641095287214</id><published>2010-07-27T22:38:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-27T23:27:52.517+08:00</updated><title type='text'>then dear it's fine, so fine by me</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I try to love all of you sometimes, and understand your situations, but seriously you guys make it hard to do so... But seriously wtf who fucking cares man......................... Caring about shit only gives you more pimples. Erase erase erase. (Btw Founders was so boring, I guess I have only myself to blame cuz I seriously hate hate hate taking pictures. And I bet no one looked worse than I did. Ha, :-D) God. Pimples. :'(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And to my loveliest friend: Hun, don't care about em bulls and bitches. You've got me. (Hearts)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Mood calls for a Band of Horses song~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;You really caught me, dear.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ok gtg sleep, I keep falling asleep in class these days. Feels so bad and so good at the same time. Heeheeheeeeeeee. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27582261-6930001641095287214?l=masqueraderomance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://masqueraderomance.blogspot.com/feeds/6930001641095287214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27582261&amp;postID=6930001641095287214' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27582261/posts/default/6930001641095287214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27582261/posts/default/6930001641095287214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://masqueraderomance.blogspot.com/2010/07/part-one.html' title='then dear it&apos;s fine, so fine by me'/><author><name>ΞUNICΞ</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27582261.post-656081621223549722</id><published>2010-07-23T21:01:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-23T21:08:40.368+08:00</updated><title type='text'>wings wouldn't help you</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I hate it when stationeries go missing. I hate how I insist on finding it although it's just one stupid piece of stationery. I hate the feeling of not having something that I need to use daily. I hate it when I have to drag my ass all the way to the bookstore and get a new one. I hate it when I keep having to bug a nearby person just to borrow one piece of shit. But you know what? It's just stationery. But I'm just saying. You know the feeling. Don't you? Oh fuck. Yeah, and oh fuck x2. It's Founders din this Sunday... Right. Bummer. Can't back out now. Hmm. Argh pimples suckkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk _|_&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ps: Her world might be calmer if she had you around. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27582261-656081621223549722?l=masqueraderomance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://masqueraderomance.blogspot.com/feeds/656081621223549722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27582261&amp;postID=656081621223549722' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27582261/posts/default/656081621223549722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27582261/posts/default/656081621223549722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://masqueraderomance.blogspot.com/2010/07/wings-wouldnt-help-you.html' title='wings wouldn&apos;t help you'/><author><name>ΞUNICΞ</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27582261.post-2408624073786558002</id><published>2010-07-16T16:58:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-16T17:11:54.677+08:00</updated><title type='text'>talk about big love</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"Watch out cupid, stuck me with a sickness, pull your little arrows out and let me live my life." Founders dinner? Sheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeesh. Omg school's been so boring someone plz kill me now, kill me... NOW. No one knows how happy I get when it's a Friday. &lt;:o) Thank god for Friday!!! Ok! Relaxation time! Imma watch Eclipse and laugh my fcking ass off. And then I'm gonna wait for Vampires Suck. Like hello, the cast of Jersey Shore's is in it (the fake one of course)! You don't know The Situation? (Lmao)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27582261-2408624073786558002?l=masqueraderomance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://masqueraderomance.blogspot.com/feeds/2408624073786558002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27582261&amp;postID=2408624073786558002' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27582261/posts/default/2408624073786558002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27582261/posts/default/2408624073786558002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://masqueraderomance.blogspot.com/2010/07/talk-about-big-love.html' title='talk about big love'/><author><name>ΞUNICΞ</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27582261.post-2365936586724075287</id><published>2010-07-03T21:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-03T22:55:10.077+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i can feel it in my bones</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Oh god, Universal Studios was hecking awesome~~~ \m/ Great weekend spent, heh. Leaving the place got me feeling kinda sad, wished we could have stayed on till the fireworks D! :( But still, thx for today heheh. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Right now I'm just gonna go ahead and blog about my day, so if you're planning to go to Universal Studios and have like some new &amp;amp; fascinating right-smack-in-the-face experience you shouldn't go ahead and read this: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It was pouring heavily since the moment I stepped out of my house. And while D and I were on the bus some shitass fatal accident occurred or smth, (some tree got uprooted or whatever apparently) and I was sleeping throughout the whole thing. Bummerrrr~ Had a horrible brunch, did some window shopping, and then headed to Universal Studios!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;When we first reached Universal Studios it was like wow pow. It looked so pretty ^^ Like we were in some other world or smth. Hollywood first, and the entire setting was seriously so darn good. Woody Woodpecker sashayed past with its huge tail. And I seriously WANT that Marilyn Monroe alarm clock! It's fcking beautiful and I would steal it if stealing was legal. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Then Madagascar. Idk what was up with us but we went on King Julien's Beach Party-Go-Round. Uhhh, it's pretty darn stupid. I wonder why we actually even went on this ride. It stopped like what, after a minute? So if you're asking, it's a complete waste of time. Just go straight to Far Far Away! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Went on Enchanted Airways! Which was the dragon that the donkey fell in love with. Haha, it was the only outdoor rollercoaster that we went to, and it was quite fun, actually. But it was really short. Again, it wasn't even 2 minutes before the thing ended. (Haha fyi, I don't actually know how long a rollercoaster ride should even be. I just... expect it to be longer I guess? It was actually kinda like my first time riding a rollercoaster.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Then we headed to the Fairy Godmother's Potion Factory. Well the things there were really cute, hahaha, including the potion bottles that contain the drinks. But I think we had to pay like 10 bucks for that stupid plastic bottle so we didn't bother getting one. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Then to Lost World. We wanted to go on the Canopy Flyer but the queue was like really long and one machine or whatever you call it could only fit four people? Waiting time was about 45 minutes. So we decided not to take it. Dino-Soarin' was stupid too. We queued up for it at first, then realised it was pretty darn stupid. So we left the queue. Ran into some staff dressed up like a ranger, and he was carrying some mechanical &amp;amp; interactive baby dinosaur. Hahah so kyuteeee, but we left. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Then to Ancient Egypt, where we decided to queue up for Treasure Hunters. I can't believe we fucking wasted 45 minutes of our lives waiting for it. I thought that we could actually drive our own carts or something, but towards the centre of the queue we realised that it was on a track. It was too hard to get out then, so we decided to forget about getting out. And as if the boredom and stupidity wasn't enough, we saw some idiotic people spit into the drinking fountain. Then to Revenge of the Mummy, which was seriously the BEST ride of them all. We went twice, and it was so damn good. Idk what else to say about it, (except maybe I regret wasting 45 mins of my life waiting for that idiotic ride instead of going on this one.) but yeah it was T-H-R-I-L-L-I-N-G. Now I can truly say that I enjoy rollercoaster rides. Hahaha! Could have gone on it a few more times but D kinda felt sick. And the best part was? For both the times we went we managed to sit in the front, and at the back. It's good to be at the back because at one point, the cart suddenly drops and falls backwards. And we seriously felt the adrenaline rush. HAHA. I didn't really see the point in screaming but I screamed unnecessarily. (At the wrong time, too. When everyone was quiet.) The second ride was a bit more violent too. Nearly thought I was gonna break my neck or smth.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;When we were done we went to the locker rooms to get our bags, only to find that we had exceeded the time limit and had to pay. But our wallets were in the locker. And when we asked some TOTALLY DOES NOT LOOK LIKE A FOREIGNER person to help us out a little, he was super reluctant to. Dude it's like 3 bucks, even if we wanted to rob you we'd ask for 50. You can go suck cock eat shit. Fancy you giving us some excuse about only having notes and not coins. You can pay by notes you doghead. Sheesh. Thank god the staff helped us. When we went out we saw that the egyptian guy that we saw earlier wasn't alone. He had another egyptian guy with him, and that guy was seriously super hot I swear. I sound like a bimb now, but seriously. They were like topless &amp;amp; they had great bods k. Should have taken pics, D!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Then to Sci-Fi City and went on the Accelerator. It was... boring. THEN TO NEW YORK! Omg the setting was fucking nice and realistic and everything was so beautiful! :) Except for those retarded bboyzzzz. In powerpuff girls colours or smth. Hahahaha. We saw Marilyn Monroe, a much more life-like and skankier version of Betty Boop &amp;amp; Charlie Chaplin! Idk why but we didn't take pictures with any mascots at all. Prolly coz we were so tired of queuing up for everything? Then we headed to Lights! Camera! Action! Steven Spielberg. So amazing. We experienced the special effects of a major hurricane in just one small room &amp;amp; it was so bloody brilliant. It was actually kind of fake, because like... yeah. They can't possibly BREAK &amp;amp; DESTROY things. They wouldn't be able to show it to the next group then. Then we explored the rest of New York and headed back to Far Far Away for the Shrek 4D short movie.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And hehe, the 4D movie was so cute. The moment I sat down on the stupid chair I knew that we were gonna get sprayed with water. All the "very-well hidden" nozzles and droplets of water. But still, it was so cute. Except for the parts where donkey "sneezes" at us and the spiders "fell onto our legs". Overall the entire jerking of the chair during the falls and the carriage ride felt like a bad massage. But oh well. It was completely good. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;New York for dinner. Wasn't really good, actually. Didn't enjoy it. The pasta sauce was overly sour and the honey glazed wings tasted peculiar. We then headed to some wacky hats shop to look at stuff. And they sold some Barbie products there? Sheesh. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Then we headed back to Lost World for the Jurassic Park Rapids Adventure. The last ride for the day, and thank god we went to get disposable ponchos. HAHA. It was so good too! Motherfucking dinosaur from up above and in your face. And all that violent banging against the fake rocks. All the fast and strong currents. And I don't know why but the water only splashed into OUR compartment, and on my side. It's like, everyone didn't really get wet, (Cept for D &amp;amp; I, and we were the only ones who had enthusiasm...... sheesh) and we got our hair(s?) wet and our sneakers completely drenched and squishy! So unlucky manzxzxz. And like I said! Thank god for disposable ponchos (hahaha was just about to type panties) I should ttly bring flipflops next time. Hehe :) Wanted to go again, but the staff said that their rides were closing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And that, was the last ride. By that time we were already dragging our tired bodies and dragging our squishily-wet-shoes-covered feet. The sun was already setting and the lights in the castles of Far Far Away had already lit up. Was really pretty. And I was seriously super sad to leave that place. I wanna go back again! :( I don't care if I'll do the same things and ride the same things again, it's just really fun. And yes I'm a boring person. So... yeah. I LOVED REVENGE OF THE MUMMY. You. Should. Try. It. :) If you have a phobia then... too bad la. :)/:(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Overall I seriously loved the trip &amp;amp; the experience. And somehow I wish that they would have more expansions &amp;amp; all. Like more indoor rollercoasters or smth. (But omg no upside down ones pls!) And although I got irritated so many times (by how those idiotic express pass people simply get onto the rides), it was seriously so good. I just... really wanna visit that place over &amp;amp; over &amp;amp; over again. But with different people. It would just be a different experience with a different person. That's all. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;AND THAT SUMS UP EVERYTHING. HAHA MUMMY &amp;amp; JARROLD PLS GIVE ME MONEY FOR THE FUTURE TRIPS K :) Hehe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27582261-2365936586724075287?l=masqueraderomance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://masqueraderomance.blogspot.com/feeds/2365936586724075287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27582261&amp;postID=2365936586724075287' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27582261/posts/default/2365936586724075287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27582261/posts/default/2365936586724075287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://masqueraderomance.blogspot.com/2010/07/i-can-feel-it-in-my-bones.html' title='i can feel it in my bones'/><author><name>ΞUNICΞ</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27582261.post-6676614261940908957</id><published>2010-06-22T00:24:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-22T00:30:47.312+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sea of poppies</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I have never been close to you but I still remembered the times you've helped me cheat for Chinese tingxie, how you told me all those lame jokes and how you made all those funny comments about the people sitting in front of us. I'll never forget that. Rest in peace, &amp;amp; know that there are still people who love you and will continue to think about you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27582261-6676614261940908957?l=masqueraderomance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://masqueraderomance.blogspot.com/feeds/6676614261940908957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27582261&amp;postID=6676614261940908957' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27582261/posts/default/6676614261940908957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27582261/posts/default/6676614261940908957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://masqueraderomance.blogspot.com/2010/06/sea-of-poppies.html' title='sea of poppies'/><author><name>ΞUNICΞ</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27582261.post-7880871560445678458</id><published>2010-06-04T23:19:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-04T23:20:57.729+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yellow and rose</title><content type='html'>In the dark, you tell me of a flower that only blooms in the violet hour.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27582261-7880871560445678458?l=masqueraderomance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://masqueraderomance.blogspot.com/feeds/7880871560445678458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27582261&amp;postID=7880871560445678458' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27582261/posts/default/7880871560445678458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27582261/posts/default/7880871560445678458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://masqueraderomance.blogspot.com/2010/06/yellow-and-rose.html' title='Yellow and rose'/><author><name>ΞUNICΞ</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27582261.post-5150383666618001728</id><published>2010-05-22T14:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-22T14:07:10.071+08:00</updated><title type='text'>prickly thorn, but sweetly worn</title><content type='html'>Horrible horrible Chinese. Seriously HATE knowing anything about results. Ss was okay I guess. For smth that I studied at the extreme last minute... Deserved it. Cramps :'(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27582261-5150383666618001728?l=masqueraderomance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://masqueraderomance.blogspot.com/feeds/5150383666618001728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27582261&amp;postID=5150383666618001728' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27582261/posts/default/5150383666618001728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27582261/posts/default/5150383666618001728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://masqueraderomance.blogspot.com/2010/05/prickly-thorn-but-sweetly-worn.html' title='prickly thorn, but sweetly worn'/><author><name>ΞUNICΞ</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27582261.post-6731280832532992165</id><published>2010-04-24T14:27:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-24T14:36:14.539+08:00</updated><title type='text'>collect call</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Anti-social!!! Phone not working at all. Blrrrfffffff. Plus ystd's 2.4 got me feeling like a weakling and I am having extreme muscle aches I can't walk properly. I'm walking like a duck. Harhar. &lt;i&gt;For wishing you could keep me closer, I'm a lazy dancer, when you move I move with you~ &lt;/i&gt;Can't stand it when anyone makes stupid accusations. Heheh SS lecture just got me thinking about Vampire Weekend (Y) Ok I'm going to duck-walk to the toilet now hawhaw &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27582261-6731280832532992165?l=masqueraderomance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://masqueraderomance.blogspot.com/feeds/6731280832532992165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27582261&amp;postID=6731280832532992165' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27582261/posts/default/6731280832532992165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27582261/posts/default/6731280832532992165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://masqueraderomance.blogspot.com/2010/04/collect-call.html' title='collect call'/><author><name>ΞUNICΞ</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27582261.post-1972603504572631933</id><published>2010-04-17T22:08:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-17T22:25:38.917+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the lovely bones</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Full of idiotic drama. Who to trust, and who not to trust? I try not to, I really don't want to, but I HAVE to say it if you do something wrong and disturbing. I don't mind if you talk about me doing something wrong. What I don't get is why you talk about the things that don't even matter, and the things that don't even exist.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Watched The Lovely Bones today, seriously expected Ray Singh to be more... pretty-ish, Lindsey to be more petite and prettier, and Buckley to be a lot younger. Movie was good, but didn't capture the true essence of the book itself. Beautiful book, one of my favouritestttt :) Saoirse Ronan is so pretty! And, we should all swim more. :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27582261-1972603504572631933?l=masqueraderomance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://masqueraderomance.blogspot.com/feeds/1972603504572631933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27582261&amp;postID=1972603504572631933' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27582261/posts/default/1972603504572631933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27582261/posts/default/1972603504572631933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://masqueraderomance.blogspot.com/2010/04/lovely-bones.html' title='the lovely bones'/><author><name>ΞUNICΞ</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27582261.post-2698284860355001679</id><published>2010-04-04T21:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-04T21:29:00.055+08:00</updated><title type='text'>white sky</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Bloody hell. Life doesn't feel like life anymore. Home doesn't feel like home anymore. And I don't even know who my parents are anymore. To top everything off, the whole O levels thing is stressing me out. Can't get to sleep at night, unless I'm terribly tired. Onset insomnia, that's what it is. Ya I know it's so stupid because I'm like not doing anything much about it. I'm not even studying seriously. And... I can't believe I literally forgot EVERYTHING about Sec 3 Chemistry. What. The. Hell. Really have to start re-revising. Seriously, if we don't start studying now we're all gonna be fcked up. No off. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27582261-2698284860355001679?l=masqueraderomance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://masqueraderomance.blogspot.com/feeds/2698284860355001679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27582261&amp;postID=2698284860355001679' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27582261/posts/default/2698284860355001679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27582261/posts/default/2698284860355001679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://masqueraderomance.blogspot.com/2010/04/white-sky.html' title='white sky'/><author><name>ΞUNICΞ</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27582261.post-5851011610808389706</id><published>2010-03-30T21:51:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-30T21:55:08.934+08:00</updated><title type='text'>five appleseedddddds</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;If I ever feel better, remind me to spend some good time with you. You can give me your number, when it's all over I'll let you know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27582261-5851011610808389706?l=masqueraderomance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://masqueraderomance.blogspot.com/feeds/5851011610808389706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27582261&amp;postID=5851011610808389706' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27582261/posts/default/5851011610808389706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27582261/posts/default/5851011610808389706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://masqueraderomance.blogspot.com/2010/03/five-appleseedddddds.html' title='five appleseedddddds'/><author><name>ΞUNICΞ</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27582261.post-6440381914197612491</id><published>2010-03-02T22:02:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-03T22:28:47.681+08:00</updated><title type='text'>second lover</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Back on Tumblr!: &lt;a href="http://fauxrose.tumblr.com/"&gt;Http://fauxrose.tumblr.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I need you so much closer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;(edit)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Who do I hate the most? Daryl. A total dog. Full of ego, although he's so bloody unattractive. I swear I laughed out loud when my dad mocked him, telling him to stop flexing in front of the mirror because he's "so small". Yes, I know I'm ugly. Better than you at least, unaware of your fantastically ugly appearance. Aw no worries, you'll always be a small fry. Bastard.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;(/edit)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27582261-6440381914197612491?l=masqueraderomance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://masqueraderomance.blogspot.com/feeds/6440381914197612491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27582261&amp;postID=6440381914197612491' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27582261/posts/default/6440381914197612491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27582261/posts/default/6440381914197612491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://masqueraderomance.blogspot.com/2010/03/second-lover_02.html' title='second lover'/><author><name>ΞUNICΞ</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27582261.post-8008313777833072015</id><published>2010-02-17T01:04:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-17T01:15:44.555+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the killing moon</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I watched Valentine's Day. Was okay I guess. Humour's there. Got stuffs, and I'm still sick. I shouldn't go out tomorrow I guess. Common tests soon, sigh. I still have to get used to my phone. Stupid, stupid buttons. I don't know why but, although I just cut my hair not long ago... It seems so much longer. That's just plain stupid. Oh yeah, Happy Belated Valentine's Day :) I got baby's breath + a rose. And they're still surviving. I take care of flowers well (Y) I don't get why people say that flowers smell nice though, they actually smell like crap. Stick to fake flowers. (Ps, I'm really sorry I took it as a joke. I know you're serious. I'm really sorry.) I REALLY WANNA WATCH 3 MOVIES RIGHT NOW: NINE, DEAR JOHN &amp;amp; ALICE IN WONDERLAND (Which is actually coming out on the 4th March, but I wanna watch it on my birthday anw)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27582261-8008313777833072015?l=masqueraderomance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://masqueraderomance.blogspot.com/feeds/8008313777833072015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27582261&amp;postID=8008313777833072015' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27582261/posts/default/8008313777833072015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27582261/posts/default/8008313777833072015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://masqueraderomance.blogspot.com/2010/02/killing-moon.html' title='the killing moon'/><author><name>ΞUNICΞ</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27582261.post-5833635566442478843</id><published>2010-02-11T21:37:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-11T21:40:59.133+08:00</updated><title type='text'>stockholm syndrome</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Poseurs. I swear. They're breeding everywhere. I just got a new phone today, and it's pretty fcking complicated. I'll get used to it anyway. We all need to grow up. But important things first, we all need frozen yogurt asap. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27582261-5833635566442478843?l=masqueraderomance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://masqueraderomance.blogspot.com/feeds/5833635566442478843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27582261&amp;postID=5833635566442478843' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27582261/posts/default/5833635566442478843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27582261/posts/default/5833635566442478843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://masqueraderomance.blogspot.com/2010/02/stockholm-syndrome.html' title='stockholm syndrome'/><author><name>ΞUNICΞ</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27582261.post-871499943829992985</id><published>2010-02-02T21:10:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-02T21:17:06.861+08:00</updated><title type='text'>house party at bootheys</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I have a new &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;big &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;fat&lt;/span&gt; love&lt;/span&gt; for frozen yoghurt. And frozen yoghurt with marshmallows... a weird combination. Berries ftw. To each her own hahaha. I think some people get depressed too much. Yeah okay whatever. I should have gone to see shinee on Sunday! :( ANW BIG LUMP OF EGO..... Quit it because you're so fucking annoying. I love Little Man Tate. (L)&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/27582261-871499943829992985?l=masqueraderomance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://masqueraderomance.blogspot.com/feeds/871499943829992985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27582261&amp;postID=871499943829992985' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27582261/posts/default/871499943829992985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27582261/posts/default/871499943829992985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://masqueraderomance.blogspot.com/2010/02/house-party-at-bootheys.html' title='house party at bootheys'/><author><name>ΞUNICΞ</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27582261.post-565596141492332680</id><published>2010-01-27T23:58:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-28T00:17:30.485+08:00</updated><title type='text'>calling moon and moon</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I came home yesters to find strawberries in the fridge. Really made my day. Well, I failed my Lit quiz. I didn't read the play at all. But I just rushed through it yesterday night. And if I'm not wrong I finished my sketches of Alice on Sunday...? (Fortunately) And I'll be heading to Art Friend soon to get the materials for the painting. I cannot wait for Alice in Wonderland. Tim Burton~ I got The Lovely Bones on Sunday, and I'm not even done reading it. I shall read some of it later, before I go to bed. (Which means that I'll be sleepy tmrw) Toothpaste &amp;amp; poseurs~ Hi Drey I miss you very much and I lurfchew toooooo~ I need to get my shorts pronto! Who's sleepy? I'm fcking exhausted. Currently obsessed with Help I'm Alive. Bb :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27582261-565596141492332680?l=masqueraderomance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://masqueraderomance.blogspot.com/feeds/565596141492332680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27582261&amp;postID=565596141492332680' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27582261/posts/default/565596141492332680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27582261/posts/default/565596141492332680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://masqueraderomance.blogspot.com/2010/01/calling-moon-and-moon.html' title='calling moon and moon'/><author><name>ΞUNICΞ</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27582261.post-4072321658199902406</id><published>2010-01-21T13:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-21T13:54:39.079+08:00</updated><title type='text'>two is better than one</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I tremble.&lt;br /&gt;They're gonna eat me alive.&lt;br /&gt;If I stumble,&lt;br /&gt;They're gonna eat me alive.&lt;br /&gt;Can you hear my heart beating like a hammer, beating like a hammer?&lt;br /&gt;Help, I'm alive, my heart keeps beating like a hammer.&lt;br /&gt;Hard to be soft, tough to be tender.&lt;br /&gt;Come take my pulse, the pace is on a runaway train.&lt;br /&gt;Help, I'm alive, my heart keeps beating like a hammer, beating like a hammer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love Metric ttm. Didn't go to school today. I've been sick since last Friday, I'll have to visit a doctor later. :~(&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/27582261-4072321658199902406?l=masqueraderomance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://masqueraderomance.blogspot.com/feeds/4072321658199902406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27582261&amp;postID=4072321658199902406' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27582261/posts/default/4072321658199902406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27582261/posts/default/4072321658199902406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://masqueraderomance.blogspot.com/2010/01/two-is-better-than-one.html' title='two is better than one'/><author><name>ΞUNICΞ</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27582261.post-346687693056737434</id><published>2010-01-18T20:56:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-18T21:06:58.170+08:00</updated><title type='text'>our love was lost but now we've found it</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I'm sick and I sound like a tranny. Well, the weekends were GR8 GR8 GR8 GR8 GR8. Got an Ed Hardy file w/ Minn Hwei on Sat from Art Friend. Bbz can't take spicy stuffs!!! Hehehe. And then met Lex after. I really really really need to get &lt;strong&gt;three&lt;/strong&gt; items. URGENTLY. But I don't know where to find them, ah pssh, how stupid. Btw, I had Bailey's + milk mixed tgt at Nessa's house on Sat night. And it's really really good. Coffee flavoured. Its deelish. Me likey, tastes like... starbucks. :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27582261-346687693056737434?l=masqueraderomance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://masqueraderomance.blogspot.com/feeds/346687693056737434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27582261&amp;postID=346687693056737434' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27582261/posts/default/346687693056737434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27582261/posts/default/346687693056737434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://masqueraderomance.blogspot.com/2010/01/our-love-was-lost-but-now-weve-found-it.html' title='our love was lost but now we&apos;ve found it'/><author><name>ΞUNICΞ</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27582261.post-8868173263397187560</id><published>2010-01-15T21:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-15T21:13:00.262+08:00</updated><title type='text'>new perspective</title><content type='html'>I missed the annular solar eclipse! 15th January, 2010.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27582261-8868173263397187560?l=masqueraderomance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://masqueraderomance.blogspot.com/feeds/8868173263397187560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27582261&amp;postID=8868173263397187560' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27582261/posts/default/8868173263397187560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27582261/posts/default/8868173263397187560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://masqueraderomance.blogspot.com/2010/01/new-perspective.html' title='new perspective'/><author><name>ΞUNICΞ</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27582261.post-5745412932540111240</id><published>2010-01-11T17:45:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-11T17:55:31.466+08:00</updated><title type='text'>spinning in the daffodils</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;(Falling... too fast?) Ah, I received my O level results for higher chinese today, well I'm not too pleased with my grade, but it's really a big jump from last year's end of years. And really, just experiencing the atmosphere in the hall today gave me goosebumps. I wanted to stab myself so badly. It'll be my turn to receive the results next year, and I'll need all the studying and revision asap. Need &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;at least&lt;/span&gt; 6 A1s please!!! Grr. Today has got me really tired and I think I shall nap for awhile now...? Then I'll go re-revise bio and sit for tmrw's paper in peace. (Can't believe I'm only taking 7 subjects now. That's so risky.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ps? You do make me smile, too.&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/27582261-5745412932540111240?l=masqueraderomance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://masqueraderomance.blogspot.com/feeds/5745412932540111240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27582261&amp;postID=5745412932540111240' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27582261/posts/default/5745412932540111240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27582261/posts/default/5745412932540111240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://masqueraderomance.blogspot.com/2010/01/spinning-in-daffodils.html' title='spinning in the daffodils'/><author><name>ΞUNICΞ</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27582261.post-101024009869705723</id><published>2010-01-09T21:54:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-09T22:09:00.911+08:00</updated><title type='text'>shake it like a ladder to the sun</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;We all need to grow taller. I need to grow taller. I thought I was taller. There are important decisions for me to make now. And the school rules are getting more and more unreasonable. They don't make sense to me. I wonder if they'll ever let us students have a say in it. Btw, "How do you spell your name?" Really... Is there another way to spell Eunice? Because I've never seen another way to spell my name. Don't ever ask me how to spell my name if you're going to book me. It's just going to piss me off. That's just a stupid question, really. Haircut, tmrw, I think. I've had enough of school rules.&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/27582261-101024009869705723?l=masqueraderomance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://masqueraderomance.blogspot.com/feeds/101024009869705723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27582261&amp;postID=101024009869705723' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27582261/posts/default/101024009869705723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27582261/posts/default/101024009869705723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://masqueraderomance.blogspot.com/2010/01/gold-gun-girls.html' title='shake it like a ladder to the sun'/><author><name>ΞUNICΞ</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27582261.post-7169385376181652387</id><published>2010-01-08T17:35:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-08T17:35:45.367+08:00</updated><title type='text'>you're my wonderwall</title><content type='html'>Back beat, the word is on the street that the fire in your heart is out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27582261-7169385376181652387?l=masqueraderomance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://masqueraderomance.blogspot.com/feeds/7169385376181652387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27582261&amp;postID=7169385376181652387' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27582261/posts/default/7169385376181652387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27582261/posts/default/7169385376181652387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://masqueraderomance.blogspot.com/2010/01/youre-my-wonderwall.html' title='you&apos;re my wonderwall'/><author><name>ΞUNICΞ</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27582261.post-8480269118636183181</id><published>2010-01-07T21:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-07T21:10:14.788+08:00</updated><title type='text'>am yours now</title><content type='html'>Vulnerable, impossible.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27582261-8480269118636183181?l=masqueraderomance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://masqueraderomance.blogspot.com/feeds/8480269118636183181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27582261&amp;postID=8480269118636183181' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27582261/posts/default/8480269118636183181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27582261/posts/default/8480269118636183181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://masqueraderomance.blogspot.com/2010/01/am-yours-now.html' title='am yours now'/><author><name>ΞUNICΞ</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27582261.post-5398622068718505653</id><published>2010-01-02T23:22:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-02T23:29:46.955+08:00</updated><title type='text'>!@#$%</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I swear if it weren't for O levels this year I would have given up everything I have to go to another school. I would have begged my parents to transfer me out of MGS. Bye facebook, you can fucking burn in hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27582261-5398622068718505653?l=masqueraderomance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://masqueraderomance.blogspot.com/feeds/5398622068718505653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27582261&amp;postID=5398622068718505653' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27582261/posts/default/5398622068718505653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27582261/posts/default/5398622068718505653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://masqueraderomance.blogspot.com/2010/01/blog-post.html' title='!@#$%'/><author><name>ΞUNICΞ</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27582261.post-8760442436349946798</id><published>2010-01-01T21:44:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-01T22:31:32.834+08:00</updated><title type='text'>two bodies one heart</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;2009 was seriously a never-ending killjoy. Tho I made friends &amp;amp; reconnected with old friends, I lost many friends. Even the ones I trusted the most.  And I've come to realise that I'll never ever ever be able to adapt to an all girls' school. It was the year I got hurt the most, the year that friends told me things would be fine but it was never fine. 2009 was full of bullcrap. I've let all these pools of crap affect my studies. 2009 ended on a troubling note, but no worries, I'll forget you. I will. Doesn't feel like a new year though. When the clock struck midnight though, I chatted with some old friends and I realised that I really miss them.  (Love you all!) Today's a bad cold rainy day. (Ps, I'm sorry for you. But cheer up things will get fine, I promise. You'll find someone better, she isn't worth it.) I almost forgot, happy new year! &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(I guess the best thing about 2009 was that... I found something that I'll keep close to my heart forever.) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27582261-8760442436349946798?l=masqueraderomance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://masqueraderomance.blogspot.com/feeds/8760442436349946798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27582261&amp;postID=8760442436349946798' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27582261/posts/default/8760442436349946798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27582261/posts/default/8760442436349946798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://masqueraderomance.blogspot.com/2010/01/two-bodies-one-heart.html' title='two bodies one heart'/><author><name>ΞUNICΞ</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27582261.post-1703854277101792072</id><published>2009-12-24T19:30:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-25T03:05:02.760+08:00</updated><title type='text'>couldn't spill my heart</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I don't know you anymore. While you make me feel like I'm a bitch, you're happily skipping along w/ them. Don't ever tell me you're sorry again, it's like you don't even mean it at all. One of the worst Xmas eves ever, I swear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If this world isn't partly made up of XXXXXXXXXXXX then I don't know what."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I received a text from Drey just now.&lt;br /&gt;Drey: Merry Christmas girlie.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Fuck it, it's not merry, I'm angry.&lt;br /&gt;Drey: Well then, have a fucking christmas bitch! &lt;3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, that doesn't sound so happy. I like it. Gotta love this girl.&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/27582261-1703854277101792072?l=masqueraderomance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://masqueraderomance.blogspot.com/feeds/1703854277101792072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27582261&amp;postID=1703854277101792072' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27582261/posts/default/1703854277101792072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27582261/posts/default/1703854277101792072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://masqueraderomance.blogspot.com/2009/12/couldnt-spill-my-heart.html' title='couldn&apos;t spill my heart'/><author><name>ΞUNICΞ</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27582261.post-1058760203447169511</id><published>2009-12-22T01:07:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-23T01:23:17.195+08:00</updated><title type='text'>real arms around me</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Is it me, or is it true that it is so hard to understand people? Sigh, wonder if I'll ever know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, I don't know why I watch your favourite shows which I didn't use to like, I don't know why you keep running through my mind. (Aren't your legs tired from running through my mind the whole day?) Thought of getting a drink to keep me distracted, but it isn't a distraction after all, is it? It's your fave drink, and yes I remember. Why do I even remember, it's not like we talk much. In fact, we haven't talked for a year. But still I'm quite sure that I don't like you, I just &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;need&lt;/span&gt; to talk to you again. I really do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know you don't need me. But that isn't it. The strange thing is, why does that seem to break my heart... a little by little?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just thinking of popping bubble wrap now. :)/:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(Edit)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "Dreams are the eraser dust I blow off my page." - Edgar Allen Poe&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/27582261-1058760203447169511?l=masqueraderomance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://masqueraderomance.blogspot.com/feeds/1058760203447169511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27582261&amp;postID=1058760203447169511' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27582261/posts/default/1058760203447169511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27582261/posts/default/1058760203447169511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://masqueraderomance.blogspot.com/2009/12/real-arms-around-me.html' title='real arms around me'/><author><name>ΞUNICΞ</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27582261.post-5099327419499519740</id><published>2009-12-19T01:53:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-19T23:19:14.054+08:00</updated><title type='text'>this charming man</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I find it so stupid that people do this. But really. Wish you were here. Wish I woke up next to you. XXX&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Mene, Mene, Tekel u-Pharsin...?&lt;/i&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/27582261-5099327419499519740?l=masqueraderomance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://masqueraderomance.blogspot.com/feeds/5099327419499519740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27582261&amp;postID=5099327419499519740' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27582261/posts/default/5099327419499519740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27582261/posts/default/5099327419499519740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://masqueraderomance.blogspot.com/2009/12/this-charming-man.html' title='this charming man'/><author><name>ΞUNICΞ</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27582261.post-2156633481064996219</id><published>2009-12-14T14:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-14T14:47:48.878+08:00</updated><title type='text'>we looked like giants</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Slap me, I can't believe I missed FT Island. I can't believe that on the day they were in Singapore I was sleeping all the way. Urgh. The earth, my lazy ass, and other big round things. Can you move your hips like Brown Eyed Girls? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27582261-2156633481064996219?l=masqueraderomance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://masqueraderomance.blogspot.com/feeds/2156633481064996219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27582261&amp;postID=2156633481064996219' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27582261/posts/default/2156633481064996219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27582261/posts/default/2156633481064996219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://masqueraderomance.blogspot.com/2009/12/we-looked-like-giants.html' title='we looked like giants'/><author><name>ΞUNICΞ</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27582261.post-4581506298146886103</id><published>2009-12-11T23:00:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-13T01:14:31.242+08:00</updated><title type='text'>dwarves and gnomes</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Oooooooooooooooooooh, haven't blogged in awhile. Had a haircut on Sunday, and it has already grown a lot. And I grew taller too, I'm sure of that, ^0^ I'm a fast-growing kid. Hehe, which star did you come from? :^)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(edit)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Hate is a strong word, but I really don't like you. I don't even understand why you should get a new phone when your previous phone is obviously fine. I'm the one who has been roaming about w/o a phone for at least about a month. The spare phone has been used by the father, who didn't need to. Why the fuck would he need two working phones? Dude, I'm the one w/ no phone, no phone. Fuck it. And you're throwing me the phone that you don't want. What the fuck is this?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(/edit)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27582261-4581506298146886103?l=masqueraderomance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://masqueraderomance.blogspot.com/feeds/4581506298146886103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27582261&amp;postID=4581506298146886103' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27582261/posts/default/4581506298146886103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27582261/posts/default/4581506298146886103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://masqueraderomance.blogspot.com/2009/12/dwarves-and-gnomes.html' title='dwarves and gnomes'/><author><name>ΞUNICΞ</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27582261.post-9066993629926923528</id><published>2009-11-25T15:16:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-25T15:23:22.674+08:00</updated><title type='text'>heartfelt words</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;As if you fucking ever bothered to do anything about it. As if you ever meant what you said. No, it seems more like, as if, we ever meant what we said. And no, as if &lt;strong&gt;we&lt;/strong&gt; ever had the intention of doing something about it. Just last year things were perfectly fine, now you're still fine, and obviously I'm not. You should just go. Go and have your fun. And please don't come running to me again when your problems re-appear. I don't even get why I always say that I don't care it's like this, but I always do. All I can do then is whine about it, how effing useless. Sigh, happy birthday pops, you're older.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Drey, where did you hide the whipped cream?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27582261-9066993629926923528?l=masqueraderomance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://masqueraderomance.blogspot.com/feeds/9066993629926923528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27582261&amp;postID=9066993629926923528' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27582261/posts/default/9066993629926923528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27582261/posts/default/9066993629926923528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://masqueraderomance.blogspot.com/2009/11/heartfelt-words.html' title='heartfelt words'/><author><name>ΞUNICΞ</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27582261.post-7993688723266188977</id><published>2009-11-22T00:29:00.013+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-22T14:09:04.740+08:00</updated><title type='text'>with eyes like sunset</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Happy Birthday Tessa,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just got back from Yunnan this morning, still feeling tired. I got back to find my familiar room with the familiar clutter that I sort of miss/love/and hate. My mum told me that no one has stepped in my room ever since I've left for rocs. It's weird, because I can't find so many things which usually remain in the same area...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Has anyone ever gotten a distant feeling from their friends when they come back from a long trip? Or even on a long break? Because I always do, but no, I don't do anything about it. Insecure, I say. But never mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next year are O's. I've got so many busy plans ahead of me I've actually made a list. That reminds me, my phone got stolen. On the streets of Lijiang. I'm not upset about my phone, but more of the incident. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;Btw, sorry bbz, if you got offended or anything. But I really meant it as a joke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;China Eastern sucks. Delayed flight :( Horrible food too. Although I don't really like most kids, I kinda miss the village right now. Besides, it's more peaceful than anywhere else. Don't miss the toilets though, (Stalker kid/The flipper/Muscle kid, HAHA)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm falling in love, but it's falling apart, I need to find my way back to the start.&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/27582261-7993688723266188977?l=masqueraderomance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://masqueraderomance.blogspot.com/feeds/7993688723266188977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27582261&amp;postID=7993688723266188977' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27582261/posts/default/7993688723266188977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27582261/posts/default/7993688723266188977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://masqueraderomance.blogspot.com/2009/11/punk.html' title='with eyes like sunset'/><author><name>ΞUNICΞ</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27582261.post-1996134300568588211</id><published>2009-11-11T18:57:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T18:57:39.020+08:00</updated><title type='text'>lovelier now</title><content type='html'>I'll miss you anyway.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27582261-1996134300568588211?l=masqueraderomance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://masqueraderomance.blogspot.com/feeds/1996134300568588211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27582261&amp;postID=1996134300568588211' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27582261/posts/default/1996134300568588211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27582261/posts/default/1996134300568588211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://masqueraderomance.blogspot.com/2009/11/lovelier-now.html' title='lovelier now'/><author><name>ΞUNICΞ</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27582261.post-2841394964406106415</id><published>2009-11-10T23:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-10T23:52:38.299+08:00</updated><title type='text'>dirty little secret</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Okay. I don't know what the fuck is up with my internet connection, but it sure is pissing me off. It's lagging the whole damned computer. I'm in the process of updating my ipod and it's ridiculous how much more space I have. I think I'm deleting way too many songs. (Ok crap, now, the computer is really pissing me off.) Leaving for ROCs tomorrow (well, kind of,) and I still haven't packed. I'm more interested in updating my small shit piece of an ipod, which sucks too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Meanwhile, earlier on on facebook, I saw smth along the lines of, the word bed is in the shape of a bed. I remember Larris told me that once and I told him he was being lame, but it's cool, actually. And holy shit I'm dead tired. HCL 'O' Levels was okay, kind of easier than a typical MGS paper, but still, difficult. Need 2 admit that I'm really not good at chinese. Uh well, not many are. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I've got dead loads of stuff on my to do list, mainly three things: Pack my fricken bags, get whatever else that I need by tomorrow, kill Tiffanie (Mainly because she does not understand the cardiac cycle and fucken woke me up at 2a.m in the morning when I have a major exam the next day and I am tired now, BECAUSE OF HER.) Oh yeah, because of you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27582261-2841394964406106415?l=masqueraderomance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://masqueraderomance.blogspot.com/feeds/2841394964406106415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27582261&amp;postID=2841394964406106415' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27582261/posts/default/2841394964406106415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27582261/posts/default/2841394964406106415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://masqueraderomance.blogspot.com/2009/11/dirty-little-secret.html' title='dirty little secret'/><author><name>ΞUNICΞ</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27582261.post-8572232307877206653</id><published>2009-11-06T18:07:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-06T18:17:39.251+08:00</updated><title type='text'>kiss me, now that i'm older</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Music library needs serious updating. I can't get enough of Jessica Stam. Sigh, Jack ol' lantern, you're the perfect description right now. A mushroom is a fern, and Ethan's a dickhead. Ps, remember the talk we had previous months ago? I told you to balance relationships. Well have you been doing so? If not, why do I see her in an unhappy mood now? Lacking of good cereal and red strawberries. I'll update this post soon, sigh. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27582261-8572232307877206653?l=masqueraderomance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://masqueraderomance.blogspot.com/feeds/8572232307877206653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27582261&amp;postID=8572232307877206653' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27582261/posts/default/8572232307877206653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27582261/posts/default/8572232307877206653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://masqueraderomance.blogspot.com/2009/11/kiss-me-now-that-im-older.html' title='kiss me, now that i&apos;m older'/><author><name>ΞUNICΞ</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27582261.post-6760851384696900647</id><published>2009-11-02T22:34:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-03T17:59:11.106+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i will find you</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I'm a sleepy head. I'm a sleepy head. I'm a sleepy head. I'm a sleepy head. I'm a sleepy head. I'm a sleepy head. I'm a sleepy head. I'm a sleepy head. I'm a sleepy head. I'm a sleepy head. I'm a sleepy head. I'm a sleepy head. I'm a sleepy head. I'm a sleepy head. I'm a sleepy head. I'm a sleepy head. I'm a sleepy head. I'm a sleepy head. I'm a sleepy head. I'm a sleepy head. I'm a sleepy head. I'm a sleepy head. I'm a sleepy head. I'm a sleepy head. I'm a sleepy head. I'm a sleepy head. Today, I tried the new Willy Wonka candy. I saw Tiffanie's soon-to-be Pudding hamster, most expensive in the store, that I'm supposed to buy for her. I ate subway. (YUMMY YUMMY MEATBALLS. No extra cheese though! Sigh,) I saw someone I knew from a distance, but I didn't say hi. I didn't enjoy Jennifer's Body as much as I thought I would. It's kinda, boring. The soundtrack's great though. Listen listen. I NEED A GRAY RABBIT DAMNIT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"He didn't hook up with anyone on halloween night (:"&lt;br /&gt;"While you ran around in your lingerie? I hope he doesnt find out."&lt;br /&gt;"Hahaha, but I didn't hook up with anyone! And he knows that too, and that's all that matters, lol." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;HAHA oh really, :) Lurf chew.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;(Ps, need to hit 172cm asap.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27582261-6760851384696900647?l=masqueraderomance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://masqueraderomance.blogspot.com/feeds/6760851384696900647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27582261&amp;postID=6760851384696900647' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27582261/posts/default/6760851384696900647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27582261/posts/default/6760851384696900647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://masqueraderomance.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-will-find-you.html' title='i will find you'/><author><name>ΞUNICΞ</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27582261.post-2672323273450789179</id><published>2009-10-28T23:18:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-30T12:42:14.348+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a kiss with a fist is better than none</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;No surprise there, but I played really really badly for interhouse games. Well, at least I played this year. Hmm. But anyway, the result is a muscle ache at a bad area. I don't exercise enough, I rarely do. I can't walk peacefully(?) now. Oh yeah, some girlie hit my ankle really hard with the floorball stick. Received my progess report today, and it's not really a pretty sight. Yay I love wild blueberry pancakes (L) I don't ever get why human beings ever have to lie sometimes, when the truth is honestly, perfectly fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I just realised that I will never ever be sick of Metric. Monster Hospital is playing now! Ps, why are you acting like you've never loved them before? What, are you a retard or something?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://fuckyeahjessicastam.tumblr.com/"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397683668681699090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 388px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WOnBB8iP-8g/SuhsstGzLxI/AAAAAAAAAl4/S_kgKvVr-CM/s400/tumblr_krk18lew8q1qa6eiuo1_500.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(Loving Stam yet? Coz I'm luuuuuving her.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27582261-2672323273450789179?l=masqueraderomance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://masqueraderomance.blogspot.com/feeds/2672323273450789179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27582261&amp;postID=2672323273450789179' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27582261/posts/default/2672323273450789179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27582261/posts/default/2672323273450789179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://masqueraderomance.blogspot.com/2009/10/kiss-with-fist-is-better-than-none.html' title='a kiss with a fist is better than none'/><author><name>ΞUNICΞ</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WOnBB8iP-8g/SuhsstGzLxI/AAAAAAAAAl4/S_kgKvVr-CM/s72-c/tumblr_krk18lew8q1qa6eiuo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27582261.post-2281871272602417189</id><published>2009-10-23T22:31:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T00:33:25.362+08:00</updated><title type='text'>your love is gonna drown</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Received my results this week. They're not good, but I'm contented. Mum's contented too, so no worries for now. Rollercoaster of emotions, probably due to that time. I bet everyone's off celebrating the fact that exams are finally over, (Y), I'm probably the only fool at home who's munching on chocolate-vanilla wafers. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I suddenly just remembered the best kinder-egg toy I've ever discovered. The train. HAHA! I don't like the kinder-egg chocolate thing though. Ethan just fell asleep and it's only 10. Hm. Hmm. Well who isn't tired? I totally fell asleep in the library today. Have to admit, the sofa was pretty comfy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(edit)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;One little thing for you? One little thing for you? How many little things have you asked me for and I gave them to you? How many little things have I asked you for, and you never really gave them to me? All you say is, "I'm sorry I can't help you. I don't know how." and yet I don't make a big fuss out of anything, because I KNOW you don't know how to help. I just tell you it's okay and I go off finding somebody else. God damn it, I don't even cry and tell you "It is just one little thing and yet you can't do anything to help me." I didn't even say anything like that. I'm not even supportive of your plan, FYI. You're asking me to do something for you, something which I'm NOT even supportive of. Besides that, you obviously know about how I'm not good around people I don't know. Well then, why can't you understand? Why are you making such a big deal out of something so small? It's not like the first time I'm not going somewhere with you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(/edit)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27582261-2281871272602417189?l=masqueraderomance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://masqueraderomance.blogspot.com/feeds/2281871272602417189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27582261&amp;postID=2281871272602417189' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27582261/posts/default/2281871272602417189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27582261/posts/default/2281871272602417189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://masqueraderomance.blogspot.com/2009/10/your-love-is-gonna-drown.html' title='your love is gonna drown'/><author><name>ΞUNICΞ</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27582261.post-4118241371729181871</id><published>2009-10-13T23:05:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T00:10:49.761+08:00</updated><title type='text'>misguided ghosts</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Well I didn't start the whole matter. You had to chide me. You just&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; had&lt;/span&gt; to. I've always been the one having to shoulder all the blames during our childhood. Disagree? Think again. Sure both of us are involved in our quarrels, but guess what? I always shouldered the blames. It's precisely why after our quarrels when we don't even talk, I'm always the one who has to call and ask if you would still play with me, although I lived only blocks away. If not you would have texted me by habit and asked if I wanted to. And you never do. I'm always the one having to crawl back to you. I'm pathetic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always listened when you had fights with your family. When your parents quarrelled I brought you to the playground and didn't say anything at all. I brought you home when everything went back to normal. When you get scolded I never told you you were wrong. Instead I ask the occasional "Are you okay?"s. Told me about bad days in school. Told me about people you disliked in school. I never scolded you for anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not playing the angel here now. In fact I'm playing the villain. Since, I shall quote, my habit, my attitude, my behaviour, and me not being senstive enough to consider your feelings like you do toward me, me throwing everybody off the cliff, and me being stubborn and me throwing tantrums at everyone, pisses and grosses you out &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;so badly&lt;/span&gt;, why don't you forget I even existed. After all I bet I didn't matter much to you anyway. I never asked you to help me through those means, I only asked for solutions and told you what I thought of so far. And you didn't reassure me at all. You chided me for pushing the blame to everyone, which I did not, for not learning my lesson, which I most certainly did, for not considering your feelings, like how you did not consider mine in the first place. Right now, it's my problem. And if she wants to slaughter me for not giving it to her in time, that's my problem. I have a "borrowing problem" anyway. And it's only ME who has it. It's precisely why I am the baddie and all you people whom I know are perfect, innocent little angelic creatures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't need anyone's help anymore. I should have never needed anyone's help.&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/27582261-4118241371729181871?l=masqueraderomance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://masqueraderomance.blogspot.com/feeds/4118241371729181871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27582261&amp;postID=4118241371729181871' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27582261/posts/default/4118241371729181871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27582261/posts/default/4118241371729181871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://masqueraderomance.blogspot.com/2009/10/well-i-didnt-start-whole-matter.html' title='misguided ghosts'/><author><name>ΞUNICΞ</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27582261.post-3923393613644136258</id><published>2009-10-05T23:27:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T23:54:50.525+08:00</updated><title type='text'>happy groundhogs</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The kingdom of heaven is like to a grain of mustard seed, which a man took, and sowed in his field: which indeed is the least of all seeds: but when it is grown, it is the greatest among herbs, and becometh a tree, so that the birds of the air come and lodge in the branches thereof.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt; (Matthew 13:31-32)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not that a holy person, but everyone needs some source of encouragement once in awhile. Thank you Ame, :'^) The stress is piling up and I'm crazy lost. So what if there's a formula sheet? I feel angry and devastated enough that I can't apply most of it. I just need that little bit of confidence. Heart's beating faster, plus the ever-so distinct eyebags. Am officially going crazy, trust me. And I'm prepared to lend any one who forgets her compass tmrw. :-3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(edit)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suck at Chem and Bio, but I really can't afford to fail them. I'm so scared...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(/edit)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27582261-3923393613644136258?l=masqueraderomance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://masqueraderomance.blogspot.com/feeds/3923393613644136258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27582261&amp;postID=3923393613644136258' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27582261/posts/default/3923393613644136258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27582261/posts/default/3923393613644136258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://masqueraderomance.blogspot.com/2009/10/happy-groundhogs.html' title='happy groundhogs'/><author><name>ΞUNICΞ</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27582261.post-8984964536337996167</id><published>2009-10-03T01:16:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-03T01:39:52.883+08:00</updated><title type='text'>but in my dreams began to creep</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I wanna eat this flower-shaped choc ice-cream right now, not a big fan of chocolate though. It's already one and I'm not sleeping yet. Though I'm exhausted. I'm actually watching 2pm on Idol Army on Youtube. They're hilarious, but it's so sad Jae Bum's no longer in the band. :'(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stayed back in school today to study with Mel, Nithya, Gen and Char. Was really fun. Halfway through I went to the shelves and picked out a book on philosophy. (No idea why anyway,) And I turned to this page where it said something along the lines of "We're unable to do anything." All that bull about fractions and all. It gave me a challenge: Now try to turn the page. I did it without hesitating. I bet it's just my brain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to crazing about Reptilia by The Strokes again. I'll never get tired of fab songs like that. :) But anw, blogskin template changed. Simplicity does good for me now. I'm just really disappointed now. Death Cab's songs have always been kickass. But "Meet Me on  the equinox" is just bad. Like really bad. I'll stop here, because I'm planning to finish up the videos and then head to bed. Ps I think cherry tattoos are pretty cute. Haw, so looking forward to Alice in Wonderland next year. Wee.&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/27582261-8984964536337996167?l=masqueraderomance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://masqueraderomance.blogspot.com/feeds/8984964536337996167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27582261&amp;postID=8984964536337996167' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27582261/posts/default/8984964536337996167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27582261/posts/default/8984964536337996167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://masqueraderomance.blogspot.com/2009/10/but-in-my-dreams-began-to-creep.html' title='but in my dreams began to creep'/><author><name>ΞUNICΞ</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27582261.post-1989831111219692541</id><published>2009-09-27T21:21:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-27T22:27:28.639+08:00</updated><title type='text'>please don't worry lover</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I know I sound ridiculous, insane and as mad as a hatter. But I'm not, trust me. I'd rather live in a book rather than this current life right now. I just need a little something more extraordinary in life, yknow? In this life, what are the chances of something extreme happening? What are the chances of you finding your perfect other half? (Okay shit it's confirmed. Though I'm interested in neither sex, or any animal, I've got dead serious lonesome lows.) What are the chances of a happy ending? In this life, there will never be a happy ending. It always leads to death in the end. You've got to admit, I'm right. (Or... not?) Whatever, I really want to live in a book now. In this case, The Mortal Instruments. Demon-slaying. Hearts. (It's not because I'm obsessed.) We got my favourite cereal today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hiatus. Until exams are over. I guess...&lt;br /&gt;(Well you're fucking annoying...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: I give up. I don't know what will make you happy.&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/27582261-1989831111219692541?l=masqueraderomance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://masqueraderomance.blogspot.com/feeds/1989831111219692541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27582261&amp;postID=1989831111219692541' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27582261/posts/default/1989831111219692541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27582261/posts/default/1989831111219692541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://masqueraderomance.blogspot.com/2009/09/please-dont-worry-lover.html' title='please don&apos;t worry lover'/><author><name>ΞUNICΞ</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27582261.post-6173057463059617459</id><published>2009-09-24T00:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-24T00:24:38.095+08:00</updated><title type='text'>but my brain knows better</title><content type='html'>It picks you up and turns you round:&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/2_HXUhShhmY&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/2_HXUhShhmY&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This video is so clever. So very clever! &lt;br&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Just remember, I'll follow you into the dark.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27582261-6173057463059617459?l=masqueraderomance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://masqueraderomance.blogspot.com/feeds/6173057463059617459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27582261&amp;postID=6173057463059617459' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27582261/posts/default/6173057463059617459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27582261/posts/default/6173057463059617459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://masqueraderomance.blogspot.com/2009/09/but-my-brain-knows-better.html' title='but my brain knows better'/><author><name>ΞUNICΞ</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27582261.post-5841751113031816880</id><published>2009-09-18T21:41:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T22:04:02.806+08:00</updated><title type='text'>there is no modern romance</title><content type='html'>Is it just life, or is it just me?&lt;br /&gt;Trick, or trick?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27582261-5841751113031816880?l=masqueraderomance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://masqueraderomance.blogspot.com/feeds/5841751113031816880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27582261&amp;postID=5841751113031816880' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27582261/posts/default/5841751113031816880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27582261/posts/default/5841751113031816880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://masqueraderomance.blogspot.com/2009/09/there-is-no-modern-romance.html' title='there is no modern romance'/><author><name>ΞUNICΞ</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27582261.post-948244022510980181</id><published>2009-09-17T23:09:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T23:10:49.080+08:00</updated><title type='text'>city of bones</title><content type='html'>"Just because you call an electric eel a rubber duck doesn't make it a rubber duck, does it? And God help the poor bastard who decides he wants to take a bath with the duckie."&lt;br /&gt;- Jace Wayland&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27582261-948244022510980181?l=masqueraderomance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://masqueraderomance.blogspot.com/feeds/948244022510980181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27582261&amp;postID=948244022510980181' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27582261/posts/default/948244022510980181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27582261/posts/default/948244022510980181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://masqueraderomance.blogspot.com/2009/09/city-of-bones.html' title='city of bones'/><author><name>ΞUNICΞ</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27582261.post-4749075585376573867</id><published>2009-09-12T20:48:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-12T20:54:04.211+08:00</updated><title type='text'>dancing with myself</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WOnBB8iP-8g/SquYyvITfWI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/Tr_l2OTY4ss/s1600-h/1252584386.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WOnBB8iP-8g/SquYyvITfWI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/Tr_l2OTY4ss/s400/1252584386.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380562177236368738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(Ferment on a wishbone)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Seriously obsessed with Leighton Meester.&lt;br /&gt;At Denise's now.&lt;br /&gt;Need a serious long bath soon.&lt;br /&gt;Need a Mac too, :S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Explanation:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WOnBB8iP-8g/SquZtD5DPAI/AAAAAAAAAlY/IKzfCikrbZw/s1600-h/1252693473.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 291px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WOnBB8iP-8g/SquZtD5DPAI/AAAAAAAAAlY/IKzfCikrbZw/s400/1252693473.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380563179241946114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Ugly Truth's really funny, :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27582261-4749075585376573867?l=masqueraderomance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://masqueraderomance.blogspot.com/feeds/4749075585376573867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27582261&amp;postID=4749075585376573867' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27582261/posts/default/4749075585376573867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27582261/posts/default/4749075585376573867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://masqueraderomance.blogspot.com/2009/09/dancing-with-myself.html' title='dancing with myself'/><author><name>ΞUNICΞ</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WOnBB8iP-8g/SquYyvITfWI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/Tr_l2OTY4ss/s72-c/1252584386.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27582261.post-8591129117946979118</id><published>2009-09-09T21:17:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T21:22:06.433+08:00</updated><title type='text'>oh hothouse flowers</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.mtvnservices.com/mgid:uma:video:mtv.com:404000" width="500" height="307" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" flashVars="configParams=artist%3D2402281%26vid%3D404000%26uri%3Dmgid%3Auma%3Avideo%3Amtv.com%3A404000%26startUri={startUri}" allowFullScreen="true" allowScriptAccess="always" base="."&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div style="margin:0;text-align:center;width:500px;font-family:Arial,sans-serif;font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mtv.com/music/artist/cobra_starship/artist.jhtml" style="color:#439CD8;" target="_blank"&gt;Cobra Starship&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;a href="http://www.mtv.com/music/" style="color:#439CD8;" target="_blank"&gt;New Music&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;a href="http://www.mtv.com/music/video/" style="color:#439CD8;" target="_blank"&gt;More Music Videos&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27582261-8591129117946979118?l=masqueraderomance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://masqueraderomance.blogspot.com/feeds/8591129117946979118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27582261&amp;postID=8591129117946979118' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27582261/posts/default/8591129117946979118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27582261/posts/default/8591129117946979118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://masqueraderomance.blogspot.com/2009/09/oh-hothouse-flowers.html' title='oh hothouse flowers'/><author><name>ΞUNICΞ</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27582261.post-1391688602915830984</id><published>2009-09-08T22:37:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T23:08:01.756+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my heart is in a riot</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Bff? For life? FOR LIFE? Wtfrock, are you kidding me? You said that to many before too, but has that ever happened? No, fuck(!) no! I should roll my eyes now, shouldn't I? Ack, rubbishy rubbishy fruck. Does the clown love you? No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok ok ok, spread this luv for Leighton Meester? Yes, yes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;heart&lt;/span&gt; is in a riot.&lt;br /&gt;My&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; heart&lt;/span&gt; is in a riot.&lt;br /&gt;My &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;heart&lt;/span&gt; is in a riot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's seriously super knee-slapping and haw-haw-haw, that my idiotic brother always think he's good looking and then tell me I'm ugly. (Utter silence) Aw, don't worry bro, I know what I am. 0:) And, we'll all be ugly together, _|_ (Bitch.) You are so not hot, wake up. With that, I shall end with innocent laughter, hee hee hee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;a class="theColor" href="http://thesaurus.reference.com/browse/witty"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27582261-1391688602915830984?l=masqueraderomance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://masqueraderomance.blogspot.com/feeds/1391688602915830984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27582261&amp;postID=1391688602915830984' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27582261/posts/default/1391688602915830984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27582261/posts/default/1391688602915830984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://masqueraderomance.blogspot.com/2009/09/my-heart-is-in-riot.html' title='my heart is in a riot'/><author><name>ΞUNICΞ</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27582261.post-8640811113159606511</id><published>2009-09-06T22:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-06T22:59:07.641+08:00</updated><title type='text'>first double-cross her heart</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I'm quite proud of myself because I got a 485 streak on Tap Tap Revenge 2! (Not really fantastic, but I'm proud of myself anyway! Heh.) 99% hit, I haven't got a 100% hit playing Tap Tap Revenge 2. Only in the first one, but nevertheless I'm so, yay about it. HAHA. (Uh) I think it was Lifeline by Papa Roach, either that or 18 Days by Saving Abel. I have a sudden urge to play Tap Tap now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm quite angry. One reason, five words: My ugly fatass selfish brother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hiiiiii everybody, let's play Tap Tap :o)&lt;br /&gt;(I'm going to watch a movie now, bye!)&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/27582261-8640811113159606511?l=masqueraderomance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://masqueraderomance.blogspot.com/feeds/8640811113159606511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27582261&amp;postID=8640811113159606511' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27582261/posts/default/8640811113159606511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27582261/posts/default/8640811113159606511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://masqueraderomance.blogspot.com/2009/09/first-double-cross-her-heart.html' title='first double-cross her heart'/><author><name>ΞUNICΞ</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27582261.post-3155854940841663193</id><published>2009-09-01T16:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T17:09:40.436+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tom cat, kitty cat</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Currently listening to: &lt;/span&gt;Very Loud by Shout Out Louds&lt;br /&gt;Well attention, super emo post,&lt;br /&gt;It's been raining a little too much, don't you think?&lt;br /&gt;I cut my hair, shouldn't have, because I look like a China air stewardess. Hmmm, ok enough dwelling on that. My hair grows lightning quick anyway.&lt;br /&gt;Yesters was Teacher's Day. Bfast w/ Ame darl in the morning @ KAP. When we went to the toilet we discovered that the toilet seats have been replaced with ones with seashells and other bottom of the ocean stuff. I think it's cute, but she think it's funny. Haha oh well. Then the time in school? Basically a full pool of crap, I hate the time spent in school, I never should have gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I just hate looking at my surroundings in school, sometimes I even wonder if they were merely created to test my tolerance level. I admit, it's my personal pan of hell, not a good taste. I'm not okay, I promise. And then there's everything else, yeah I'm glad you realise things are different. But no one's going to do anything about it, so there's no point in even realising anything's different. Is it just the world, the human beings, or me? I've heard similar stories from a few other friends. Well fuck it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then it was back to DLS w/ Celeste :) Met up w/ Jonas at BTP first. We waited for nothing, because Elwin made his way to West Mall instead of of BTP by accident. So we headed to Lot 1 to meet the rest. And on the way back we met Geraldine. (Aaaah!) Heheh, miss that girl so much :) She's so much prettier already. And when we met the rest at Lot 1, I swear it just hit me like a big fat bus that everything's so different and awkward. Almost everyone has grown so much taller. Um yeah I felt pretty short for once. Hmm all in all, everyone consisted of:  Celeste, Geraldine, Jonas, Elwin, Livia, Lois, Amanda, Shakthi, Shawn, Keegan, Keenan. (Wonder if I left anyone out,) But everyone's so different. Hahah! Then we met Sherry and went our separate ways. I stuck with Sherry &amp;amp; Shakthi &amp;amp; Tiffanie. Hahah, spent the longest time ever in DLS, and Mdm Toh remembers me, :) So did Mrs. Loh, haha. Left when we got chased out by the guard, and we sat outside of school anw. Was def. fun, but tiring.  After that I hung out w/ Tiffanie, stupid girl and her big bowl of chocolate ice thingy. Heh. I don't even know why I insisted on walking, haha. I got so tired in the end, dropped dead when I reached home. Ok I hate my blogskin gonna be working on editing another one soon. Ttfn.&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/27582261-3155854940841663193?l=masqueraderomance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://masqueraderomance.blogspot.com/feeds/3155854940841663193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27582261&amp;postID=3155854940841663193' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27582261/posts/default/3155854940841663193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27582261/posts/default/3155854940841663193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://masqueraderomance.blogspot.com/2009/09/tom-cat-kitty-cat.html' title='tom cat, kitty cat'/><author><name>ΞUNICΞ</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27582261.post-7942507109813158030</id><published>2009-08-28T17:37:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-28T17:41:42.498+08:00</updated><title type='text'>When the queen takes lyla</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/tf6VxRENc1o&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/tf6VxRENc1o&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw, we all love tattoos, don't we? Yes?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27582261-7942507109813158030?l=masqueraderomance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://masqueraderomance.blogspot.com/feeds/7942507109813158030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27582261&amp;postID=7942507109813158030' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27582261/posts/default/7942507109813158030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27582261/posts/default/7942507109813158030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://masqueraderomance.blogspot.com/2009/08/when-queen-takes-lyla.html' title='When the queen takes lyla'/><author><name>ΞUNICΞ</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27582261.post-2354474678012435650</id><published>2009-08-26T16:27:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T16:49:15.399+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm half Jill, and half Jack</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The last time I checked I've never been so disappointed in myself. (Scans around)&lt;br /&gt;I shall describe a small part of my humdrum day, (Humdrum=boring yes? Well says thesaurus.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being the pig I bought a big ol' bag of fries after sch and then left w/ BBZ, and then when I got home I tripped on the stupid stairs, BUT DID NOT FALL tyvm, and then I used the computer, talked to Drey who did not go to sch today, (Ttly not cool) and I got my 1/2 mark back!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uhhh, but anw, humdrum also means a crazy lack of inspirations these few days and crazy rainy weather in the morn, mhm, constant reminder from self about "Eunice you look like hell!", crazy lack of sleep, crazy lack of appetite at night. And oh, more comments from nice new people, the same &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;good old typical comments&lt;/span&gt;, "You look very scary!" &amp;amp; "You look very dao!" Pleasure to meet you too, (Grins) Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK I'm surfing the Yay! website, yes yes, "You are my favourite ghost."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Found two good sites, names are clickable: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;▲&lt;a href="http://noranbakrie.com/photography/verses/"&gt;Noran Bakrie&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;▲&lt;a href="http://www.haleyjsamuelson.com/"&gt;Haley Jane Samuelson &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Noran Bakrie and Haley Jane Samuelson's photography's goood. Really good.&lt;br /&gt;Well if you're here I'm quite sure yknow the change in my URL, :8)&lt;br /&gt;Bye pigsters, today I hope for pudding.&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/27582261-2354474678012435650?l=masqueraderomance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://masqueraderomance.blogspot.com/feeds/2354474678012435650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27582261&amp;postID=2354474678012435650' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27582261/posts/default/2354474678012435650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27582261/posts/default/2354474678012435650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://masqueraderomance.blogspot.com/2009/08/im-half-jill-and-half-jack.html' title='I&apos;m half Jill, and half Jack'/><author><name>ΞUNICΞ</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27582261.post-5995442298903644278</id><published>2009-08-15T03:19:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T03:58:24.408+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Metal teeth</title><content type='html'>HAHA SHORT WTF GOSSIP GIRL PREVIEWS: &lt;a href="http://community.livejournal.com/ohnotheydidnt/38093072.html#cutid1"&gt;CLICK CLICK!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dan/Chuck/Serena/Blair/Nate/...Headband?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/aq-1pj4-40U&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/aq-1pj4-40U&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27582261-5995442298903644278?l=masqueraderomance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://masqueraderomance.blogspot.com/feeds/5995442298903644278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27582261&amp;postID=5995442298903644278' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27582261/posts/default/5995442298903644278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27582261/posts/default/5995442298903644278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://masqueraderomance.blogspot.com/2009/08/haha-short-wtf-gossip-girl-previews.html' title='Metal teeth'/><author><name>ΞUNICΞ</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27582261.post-3489261077300130060</id><published>2009-08-12T02:13:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-12T02:17:15.948+08:00</updated><title type='text'>belonging</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I decided to use to computer for a Math project. I was trying to complete it from 1a.m. or so, and when I was nearly done it was already 3a.m. All of a sudden, a window popped up and saying something like, "Error! Floppy disk error occurred. Microsoft Word could not connect to the Internet. All data is lost." I didn't save anything. My work went down the drain. FML&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I SWEAR. Completely FML. Really tired as well. Mugging for SS now and it's 2.18a.m. I'm starting to have my dizzy spells going on again, I'm so going to pass out ONE DAY. And people are just going to stomp all over me. Meh-heh-heh. (I suck @ A Math,) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27582261-3489261077300130060?l=masqueraderomance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://masqueraderomance.blogspot.com/feeds/3489261077300130060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27582261&amp;postID=3489261077300130060' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27582261/posts/default/3489261077300130060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27582261/posts/default/3489261077300130060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://masqueraderomance.blogspot.com/2009/08/belonging.html' title='belonging'/><author><name>ΞUNICΞ</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27582261.post-5941309765732282517</id><published>2009-08-09T22:09:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T19:57:34.900+08:00</updated><title type='text'>pretty as a car crash</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;HAHA OKAY, Barbarella + Ahvill Lahvine+ Nong Nong Person + "Please do not adjust your volume. This is the actual volume." guy, &lt;strong&gt;TOTALLY MADE MY NIGHT&lt;/strong&gt;. I swear I laughed like an idiot ok. (Plus Ken too.) I WONDER WHERE THE HELL &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FjIRNyqId_s"&gt;MR. LEMON TREE (Clickable) &lt;/a&gt;AND PROFESSIONAL EYEBROW PRUCKER IS (HAHAH STEVEN LIM) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;HOW DOES GRILLED CHEESE SANDWICH SOUND TO YOU. Yummy yummerz right? (I'm SO drawing one on a post-it tmrw, and paste it in my pbox! DROOOOOL) Yay got my motif tee alr, next are my plimsoles &gt;:) Gimme gimme gimme now. (Prefer grilled cheese any other day) Omg I ACTUALLY DO LIKE CHEESE :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27582261-5941309765732282517?l=masqueraderomance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://masqueraderomance.blogspot.com/feeds/5941309765732282517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27582261&amp;postID=5941309765732282517' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27582261/posts/default/5941309765732282517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27582261/posts/default/5941309765732282517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://masqueraderomance.blogspot.com/2009/08/pretty-as-car-crash.html' title='pretty as a car crash'/><author><name>ΞUNICΞ</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27582261.post-8184850445987908707</id><published>2009-08-09T03:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-09T04:21:33.055+08:00</updated><title type='text'>peach, peach, creme</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Isn't it weird how you can lose someone in your life and don't realise it till much later in life? Yeah, I didn't notice till now. (Kinda miss that girlie, whatever happened) Plans got cancelled today, didn't feel like studying so I napped, finished up my sketches (Well that's an accomplishment, surprise surprise) and had a very long talk w/ someone. (Someone's got a new crush hawhawhaw,) and then she came 2 stay over. Life's not very interesting now (Yeah obviously,) and I don't understand how these kinda problems always come when common tests are approaching. I don't even know why people say Sec3 is fun anw, I used to be much happier in Sec1 and 2. Don't know where I've pushed all that happiness away, I'm causing so much shit to be in my life now. Gotta do this: &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;O.O &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; Hormones, I bet. &gt;:/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It's 4.06 in the morn now, just finished talking to Drey. &lt;strong&gt;And and:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Emma Watson is to star in a Gothic musical adaptation of classic fairytale 'Cinderella', written by rocker Marilyn Manson.&lt;/strong&gt; Coolshit, you betcha. I remembered seeing this in mid July or smth, but decided not to blog it. Ran into it again, so yeah. Yay Emma, ^_^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27582261-8184850445987908707?l=masqueraderomance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://masqueraderomance.blogspot.com/feeds/8184850445987908707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27582261&amp;postID=8184850445987908707' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27582261/posts/default/8184850445987908707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27582261/posts/default/8184850445987908707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://masqueraderomance.blogspot.com/2009/08/peach-peach-creme.html' title='peach, peach, creme'/><author><name>ΞUNICΞ</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27582261.post-6689063789475036858</id><published>2009-08-03T22:29:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T23:15:49.615+08:00</updated><title type='text'>wave motion gun</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;There's a whole raft of little buttons and you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You pick one and hope it takes you to Mars.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swear that people can just be creeps some times.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah human beings, who fcking understands them.&lt;br /&gt;Someone stole/took (Sounds better?) my History file when I was absent on Friday.&lt;br /&gt;Three choices. I'm still sticking w/ the first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Small note:&lt;/strong&gt; I hope that the person who stole it will get eaten whole and die.&lt;br /&gt;I knew smth bad was going to happen today, I KNEW it.&lt;br /&gt;I told my mother but she didn't believe me at first and called me crazy.&lt;br /&gt;I hope the person who stole my History file will get flesh eating bacteria.&lt;br /&gt;Or gain a gazillion fats.&lt;br /&gt;Lipo won't be an option, coz she'd break the operating table.&lt;br /&gt;Or she can get raped terribly.&lt;br /&gt;In the most gruesome way ever. (Y)&lt;br /&gt;(Yes yes I know, it's just a file. I bother more about MY notes+note taking.)&lt;br /&gt;But just so you know, it'd be really funny if a teacher took it.&lt;br /&gt;But bloody hell, it's two weeks away from CA3 or whatever,&lt;br /&gt;Anyone, anywho can be desperate.&lt;br /&gt;(Taking w/o permission is similar to stealing. I don't care if you fucking return it in the end or whatever. -&lt;em&gt;Well sometimes&lt;/em&gt;- If it's just like a textbook w/ no notes or stationery, yeah I don't care.)&lt;br /&gt;But anw, I've already got a suspect in mind.&lt;br /&gt;(Nyeh heh heh)&lt;br /&gt;Yeah this is making an ass outta me.&lt;br /&gt;And dance today was just, stupid.&lt;br /&gt;See? (Making an ass outta me) x 2.&lt;br /&gt;WOWZ.&lt;br /&gt;I'm like a complete klutz ok.&lt;br /&gt;I don't fricking care about dance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Note to self:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Well what if you can change it all?&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I shouldn't even have done that in the beginning.&lt;br /&gt;Then I wouldn't have lost anything at all.&lt;br /&gt;Would it &lt;em&gt;have been better&lt;/em&gt; if I didn't leave them to accompany you?&lt;br /&gt;Just because I thought you'd feel lonely?&lt;br /&gt;Then why are you telling me all of these when I ask?&lt;br /&gt;WHY are you telling me that everything is completely fine?&lt;br /&gt;Maybe if I had just stuck with them.&lt;br /&gt;And never left them at all.&lt;br /&gt;Things would be the same.&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe not.&lt;br /&gt;Since I'm such a "sensitive" person.&lt;br /&gt;But I don't regret what I've done.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Really.&lt;br /&gt;Because now,&lt;br /&gt;You don't feel lonely anymore.&lt;br /&gt;You have them.&lt;br /&gt;You will never feel lonely ever again.&lt;br /&gt;I'm upset. I'm angry.&lt;br /&gt;But.&lt;br /&gt;It's okay.&lt;br /&gt;People tell me it's okay.&lt;br /&gt;So it is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG TMRW I AM GOING 2 FAIL LOG TEST.&lt;br /&gt;LOG LOG WOOD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;OMGOMGOMG I SAW MY BELOVED,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;MOST WANTED,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;MOTIF TEE FROM TOPSHOP.&lt;br /&gt;GOTTA GET IT, MUST GET IT.&lt;br /&gt;It's a darling tee.&lt;br /&gt;Really. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I already failed log test.&lt;br /&gt;Ok, not exactly the biggest fan of Agyness Deyn,&lt;br /&gt;But she + Cole Mohr = ttly amazing!&lt;br /&gt;Link: &lt;a href="http://agynessdeyn-online.blogspot.com/"&gt;Slick Click!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, okay how am I supposed to feel today...?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27582261-6689063789475036858?l=masqueraderomance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://masqueraderomance.blogspot.com/feeds/6689063789475036858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27582261&amp;postID=6689063789475036858' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27582261/posts/default/6689063789475036858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27582261/posts/default/6689063789475036858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://masqueraderomance.blogspot.com/2009/08/wave-motion-gun.html' title='wave motion gun'/><author><name>ΞUNICΞ</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27582261.post-6256647204603234632</id><published>2009-08-02T02:06:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-02T02:24:48.786+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a little way to your heart</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WOnBB8iP-8g/SnSEoJiH_YI/AAAAAAAAAlE/65S75jLh_b8/s1600-h/2ce40b175ecbd1808c6d3d325cd32c38.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365058881393786242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WOnBB8iP-8g/SnSEoJiH_YI/AAAAAAAAAlE/65S75jLh_b8/s400/2ce40b175ecbd1808c6d3d325cd32c38.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;(Beating like a hammer)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Nah uh, you're just a little gay.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Listened to Metric all the way home, can't get enough of it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;And I just realised it's just like me to always say stuffz like:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I'm _____, sync? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;But only to people like Drey &amp;amp; the bunch, plus Le Yee now. :-)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Har har, typical. (Rolls eyes)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It's just so funny the replies are always yes/sure/okay. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Btw, I'll gladly swear that for every trip to town,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I shall visit Burberry at Ion just to &lt;strong&gt;stare at Emma&lt;/strong&gt; for as long as she'll be there. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;(Oooh aaah eeeee~) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;She's mtf-ing gorgeous U can't deny that! Yumz. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Umm yeah, revisted the doc on Friday and skipped sch.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;(Boohoo dissection missed!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Came back w/ the frucking nasal spray shit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Which is so effing gross cos when it backflows,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I can literally taste it in my throat. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;(Super bad when my throat is scorching &amp;amp; dry.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It tastes like someone's salty shit. (SSS) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Neh, kidding. I'm just sayin'. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;But yeah, I'm not getting any better either. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Coughing since last Friday, past 7 days already.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Yeah beware, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;yours&lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;With a cigarette in hand, and it's love.&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/27582261-6256647204603234632?l=masqueraderomance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://masqueraderomance.blogspot.com/feeds/6256647204603234632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27582261&amp;postID=6256647204603234632' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27582261/posts/default/6256647204603234632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27582261/posts/default/6256647204603234632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://masqueraderomance.blogspot.com/2009/08/little-way-to-your-heart.html' title='a little way to your heart'/><author><name>ΞUNICΞ</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WOnBB8iP-8g/SnSEoJiH_YI/AAAAAAAAAlE/65S75jLh_b8/s72-c/2ce40b175ecbd1808c6d3d325cd32c38.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27582261.post-1219292607936746160</id><published>2009-07-28T16:07:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T22:29:33.360+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lonesome for no one</title><content type='html'>I'm thankful, thank you very very very very much.&lt;br /&gt;There's something wrong with my body.&lt;br /&gt;Happy now?&lt;br /&gt;Ion's huge and nice, needs a little time to get used to it.&lt;br /&gt;My favourite shop other than the usuals? Burberry!&lt;br /&gt;I walked in and just saw Emma (L) everywhere, I was like ooh-aahing.&lt;br /&gt;The people just looked at me silly.&lt;br /&gt;But can't help it she's fantastically hot. ;)&lt;br /&gt;Ok I've lost almost everything R U FCKING HAPPY NOW. _l_&lt;br /&gt;PS: Why pretend. Why pretend...?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27582261-1219292607936746160?l=masqueraderomance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://masqueraderomance.blogspot.com/feeds/1219292607936746160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27582261&amp;postID=1219292607936746160' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27582261/posts/default/1219292607936746160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27582261/posts/default/1219292607936746160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://masqueraderomance.blogspot.com/2009/07/lonesome-for-no-one.html' title='Lonesome for no one'/><author><name>ΞUNICΞ</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27582261.post-5716162586078738276</id><published>2009-07-22T22:21:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-24T01:02:53.024+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lemon yellow sun</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Mtf-ing higher chinese listening compre.&lt;br /&gt;Chem today was good, compared to the others.&lt;br /&gt;No crazy reactions, no freaking out at the bunsen burner.&lt;br /&gt;Just, salt sputtering.&lt;br /&gt;Bunsen burner should have scalded/burned me there and then.&lt;br /&gt;Ok there's Bio test tmrw, no biggie, just study. (Nerve wrecking shit.)&lt;br /&gt;So I just,&lt;br /&gt;Turn up the volume.&lt;br /&gt;It's playing Stacy's Mom. (Pervy look)&lt;br /&gt;Golly gee, :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;There are three people in my world who are just simply the best cherry on top of the best sundae topped with caramel. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;They make me happy, even though when they don't do anything at all. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(edit)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Current obsession w/ Fountains of Wayne all over again = Eunice is Elated&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Apparently they only disbanded for awhile, and are back already, their new album's in progress. Hell yeah Stacy's Mom. \m/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Oh, plus Taking Back Sunday too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Le Yee remember we used to sing along to Make Damn Sure. \m/ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;(Good moozic, really. Make Damn Sure! &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;You &lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;hollow out&lt;/span&gt; my hungry eyes~&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;PS: Bio sucked shit. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;PPS: Who has Emily Haines &amp;amp; The Soft Skeleton?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(/edit)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27582261-5716162586078738276?l=masqueraderomance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://masqueraderomance.blogspot.com/feeds/5716162586078738276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27582261&amp;postID=5716162586078738276' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27582261/posts/default/5716162586078738276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27582261/posts/default/5716162586078738276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://masqueraderomance.blogspot.com/2009/07/lemon-yellow-sun.html' title='Lemon yellow sun'/><author><name>ΞUNICΞ</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27582261.post-3950444641140261812</id><published>2009-07-17T23:10:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-19T22:56:40.209+08:00</updated><title type='text'>dream operator</title><content type='html'>Hope I don't forget your face, it's painfully beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(16/07)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Watched Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince w/ Max. Below expectations, all that mad excitement plus running plus shrieking and mad talk in the cab wasted. (But aye, the guy who played Cormac McLaggen was mother effing hot.) But it's nice. All my fave parts were either not in the movie, or not made well. Love, sex and potions, grrrawl. (Tickles me pink to rmbr how I actually left school w/ Max so early for the first time, never really did that. Mhm.) Ok Won-Won! Lavender's so funny. R+L.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(Yesters)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Went out w/ LY darlz. Super jolly good fun, that girl. (L) Ran into Max the monster &lt;strong&gt;cum&lt;/strong&gt; Moaning Myrtle. (This is for adding your personal touch of cum in the text msg.) I was eating and then I realised that when I'm out with people I'm always the one eating. Other than someone actually. Yay only both of us eat, yumyumz. When I got home watched Mean Girls online, (God have 2 luv that flick, Kzzzzz!) I totally just choked on grape soda when Gretchen was like, "Brutus is just as cute as Caesar." or smth along that line, can't remember. So we should totally "stab Caesar"! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(Today)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Aye, couldn't go out with the rest today at the last min. Stayed home to play Sims 3. Omg I'm so fricking happy the speed 3 thing is ttly fixed! I eeked non-stop and then went to build a house which took me three hours. I ttly luv wasting my life away. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ok nothing else to add, ttfn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;yours&lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27582261-3950444641140261812?l=masqueraderomance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://masqueraderomance.blogspot.com/feeds/3950444641140261812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27582261&amp;postID=3950444641140261812' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27582261/posts/default/3950444641140261812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27582261/posts/default/3950444641140261812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://masqueraderomance.blogspot.com/2009/07/dream-operator.html' title='dream operator'/><author><name>ΞUNICΞ</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27582261.post-2748090814016739634</id><published>2009-07-06T21:04:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T21:10:09.314+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Glaciers melting in the dead of night</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I would prefer Gaspard Ulliel to Hayden Christensen/Robert Pattinson any other day.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(Heart Muse)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Just, fuck them all ok?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;More like fuck my life. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Villain/Hero&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(edit)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Megan Fox is really a man? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Link: &lt;a href="http://weeklyworldnews.com/celebs/4783/megan-fox-is-a-man/"&gt;Slurpz&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Meh, I hope so, tyvm LY, HAHA. &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="justify"&gt;You should have just continued doing what I was so successfully doing. You had to cross the line, you had to open that fcking big gap of yours, so I guess this is it. Don't give me all the shit on how you love me coz I don't love you at all. If I had the power to do so I'd immediately kick your ass out of this house. If you are so good about "predicting the future", why don't you go work as a fortune teller. But it wouldn't work out for you anyway, because your "predictions" never come true. You digust me like crap, and I'm not planning to do ANYTHING for you. So don't even say that I'm a useless shit or whatever, because you are, by far, in my eyes, the most useless horrible creep in my entire life. No one's your slave. If they want to join hockey, let them be. Not everybody has the fucking same mindset as you. You're old, boring and you suck. You don't deserve any of my respect. Yeah you say you see me wasting my life away, sleeping after school. But I'm not like you. I don't drink and complain about things which never existed as problems. And then pick on the flaws of someone. Guess what, whether I get kicked out of MG or not is my own problem. My life, my problem. You should just worry about yourself. If you're so great, where are you in life now? So yeah, fucking leave me alone. I know what I have to do and I obviously know that I do it. Unlike you. Always asking people for help. Sheesh. I was so happy I haven't talked to you for approx. 2 months already. You should have kept it that way, but you just ruin it with your sick, bad life. Yeah, when you were younger, you won SO MANY medals for SJI, blah blah. Spare me that crap. Don't even say, "I'm not boasting!" because you act like you don't, but we know you too well. You obviously are. And since you are such an excellent judge of character, have you ever fucking considered to look at your damned self in the mirror. Bitch. Retard, I don't wanna touch anything you touch. And I don't accept your silent apologies. I don't care if you fucking do deeds or whatever, you don't have to announce loudly to the world. You know I SO don't appreciate whatever you're doing. Whatever you're doing to my life is just plain sickening, _l_ Just because I'm always sleeping on the couch doesn't mean I've given up on myself you asshole. It just says "Eunice is fucking tired".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Don't know wtf is up with this world+life and being forced to do smth you don't want to do. I don't see how fcking chinese oral can help you in life, it's basically there to make a fool outta me. I should have just taken the other road and not even have bothered to please my mother or whatever. I am SO not made for studying. And what. Whoever it is, out there, watching all of us. He's just so pleased with everything, today's your monday blues, -takes mtfing events and shove it in your face-, deal with it. Our life? OUR life? We don't have a life. We're all puppets on a string.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It appears that I have finally cracked, can't put up with this act any longer I might just spill everything. NEWater sucked, they didn't even give us bottled waters (For once haha ^^) I nearly died from dehydration. Miss Yang changed our seats, don't mind the people around, I'm obviously the weakest one. But feels like Pei Wern and I are suffocating, fricking classroom. I don't want to be stuck at the back. They should have just stuck to the prev. arrangements of tables and chairs. Single row helps? Right. (Chuckles) Today saw me feeling unwell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Note to self:&lt;/strong&gt; Find a dramatic way to kill him. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I wished I never came back to school. It's so cold.&lt;br /&gt;Someone thinks that I'm stalking her. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(/edit)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27582261-2748090814016739634?l=masqueraderomance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://masqueraderomance.blogspot.com/feeds/2748090814016739634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27582261&amp;postID=2748090814016739634' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27582261/posts/default/2748090814016739634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27582261/posts/default/2748090814016739634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://masqueraderomance.blogspot.com/2009/07/glaciers-melting-in-dead-of-night_06.html' title='Glaciers melting in the dead of night'/><author><name>ΞUNICΞ</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27582261.post-521633083441155576</id><published>2009-07-05T00:02:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-05T00:13:24.506+08:00</updated><title type='text'>unintended</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Sick bastard ttm. I didn't go out today. Felt sick anw. So I stayed home reading my book and sleeping and watching WWE. (It's been so long since I've watched that!) 3v1 was pretty funny, abt all that "I respect you Randy" and getting disqualified shit. Oh well, tmrw's the party! And I wonder if I'm even feeling alright enough to go. Um okay so I guess the absence didn't make it better. And I can see why cause the convs are always hanging there. "HANGING THERE". I'm getting stalked and it's not Edward! (But I wish it was...) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27582261-521633083441155576?l=masqueraderomance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://masqueraderomance.blogspot.com/feeds/521633083441155576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27582261&amp;postID=521633083441155576' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27582261/posts/default/521633083441155576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27582261/posts/default/521633083441155576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://masqueraderomance.blogspot.com/2009/07/unintended.html' title='unintended'/><author><name>ΞUNICΞ</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27582261.post-5504901164146103663</id><published>2009-06-30T23:28:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T23:47:47.508+08:00</updated><title type='text'>rabbit heart, raise it up</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WOnBB8iP-8g/Skova6hKoiI/AAAAAAAAAk8/HCm_Yf4kcHw/s1600-h/b5d640c19c79dbf3f6a816cc976577a8.png"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353143246514725410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 263px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WOnBB8iP-8g/Skova6hKoiI/AAAAAAAAAk8/HCm_Yf4kcHw/s400/b5d640c19c79dbf3f6a816cc976577a8.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(High rise grave)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Cootchie coos, school has been so dead tiring + boring, I nearly fall asleep most of the time, I can't help but rest my head at the table/whip out Eclipse. But anyway I'm looking forward to tomorrow's food, yumz. Speaking about boring everything and everyone looks so boring now, white walls everywhere + that trapped in a cell feeling + bangs everywhere, I ttly understand what Tessa meant. Mumsy's bring me shopping this Sat/Sun so I cannot wait for this one heck of a week to end. (It's only the second day please.) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I really really want to sleep right now but I'm trying to add nice (Smackz!) mooz into my ipod. I haven't really been using it, it's always lying on my table getting ready to die. But anw, I'm really excited coz Jarrold's friend's planning to breed his Husky. :) And when he asked mumsy whether we could keep one she was like, "If daddy allows." But my dad doesn't like dogs who bark a hell lot, so Idk. (Drifts awayyy) Ok meanwhile I feel that I'm like going crazy, laoshi was picking on me today because I wasn't really listening and Miss June Tan said that if we three(Hmm.) were not interested we could just get out of class. Well no idea why but I've completely lost interest in a lot of things in school. Recently I've been having a super bad headache which makes me very tired. Tape my eyes open? Maybe not.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Yeah I'm still so freaked out by Dita von Teese, (Shivers) Ok ttfn, I'm suddenly reminded of Le Yee. Sex cells (Sells). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;yours&lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;(Currently chomping on cookies, bbbb.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27582261-5504901164146103663?l=masqueraderomance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://masqueraderomance.blogspot.com/feeds/5504901164146103663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27582261&amp;postID=5504901164146103663' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27582261/posts/default/5504901164146103663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27582261/posts/default/5504901164146103663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://masqueraderomance.blogspot.com/2009/06/rabbit-heart-raise-it-up.html' title='rabbit heart, raise it up'/><author><name>ΞUNICΞ</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WOnBB8iP-8g/Skova6hKoiI/AAAAAAAAAk8/HCm_Yf4kcHw/s72-c/b5d640c19c79dbf3f6a816cc976577a8.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27582261.post-2864579590241287198</id><published>2009-06-27T02:39:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-27T03:31:23.672+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jane, Jane, all the roses</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Everything that has to do with studying, I swear, is currently completely alien to me. E Learning sucks balls, I'd rather go to school. Swine flu just fugging hit me in the face alright. (Tsk)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Huggers: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anw, &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;recently&lt;/span&gt; I started my obsession with Kat Von D and her cow wow amazing tattoos. Like god, who doesn't fricken luv her. Plus her temple tattoos. :') And btw Jessica Stam just looks like Kate Hudson + Emma Watson morphed into one. I like her.javascript:void(0)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking about morph, someone's getting a pet rabbit tmrw! (Most probably, that is.) HAHA chubby bunny, I don't understand how some people don't like chubby bunnies. Like bunny=cute, chubby bunny=so much more cuter! Me likey. And does anyone ever notice a lack of a lot of things in Singapore? Esp. nice clothing.  Btw I'm craving for candy floss now and I can't wait to see everyone in school? Idk, it's the first time I'm feeling like this, although I bet I won't be excited at all, once I'm in school. Oh well. Btw T's latest blog post is really entertaining, esp. those two boys(!!! I CAN SCREAM) and the few(?) pictures of people lying/sitting down on the grass doing casual things. I bet if you do that in SG people will be like &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;what the fuck are you doing&lt;/span&gt;. And yeah I've trying to do art a lot (but I can't of course) from pencil to acrylic to watercolour to chalk, but yeah, didn't turn out good AT ALL. But at least I learnt to draw a realistic eye :P (Not... so realistic yet though. Practise?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay can we all love and not hate Kat Von D and Jessica Stam please? Not forgetting the forever tasty and yumz Josh Beech. (Maxine must love him alright! Hee hee hee haw, :$) Meanwhile if you are feeling so fucken bored and are currently having a dazed look on your face, why don't you just go here and view some of the pretty clothes. And cry over the damned fact that it's 2 good 2 be true:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);font-family:Edwardian Script ITC;font-size:900;"  &gt;&lt;a href="http://www.net-a-porter.com/"&gt;Click me,&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trust me, you'd feel so much better. (Hell no.) Or yknow what, go play with fire, I heard it's fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yours&lt;3  &lt;br /&gt;PS: My days are so screwed...! Waking up at 4/5/6p.m.? That leaves me very little stuff to actually do! (Sobs)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PPS: Yeah T, at least H&amp;amp;M is coming to Singapore. You likey? Me likey.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PPPS: To K.: I'm having a hard time figuring out who you are, but anw, Edwardian Script ITC and Georgia in italics. :) To Den: Hi cheesecake!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27582261-2864579590241287198?l=masqueraderomance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://masqueraderomance.blogspot.com/feeds/2864579590241287198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27582261&amp;postID=2864579590241287198' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27582261/posts/default/2864579590241287198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27582261/posts/default/2864579590241287198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://masqueraderomance.blogspot.com/2009/06/jane-jane-all-roses.html' title='Jane, Jane, all the roses'/><author><name>ΞUNICΞ</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27582261.post-7209909745955115885</id><published>2009-06-19T12:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T12:55:02.374+08:00</updated><title type='text'>One-trick pony</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Uh, whatever. When I was running a temperature you didn't do this anw. All you said was drink water, sleep, take panadol. In a few years time, my tummy is going to be FILLED with millz of panadols. Bye chubby bunnies.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27582261-7209909745955115885?l=masqueraderomance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://masqueraderomance.blogspot.com/feeds/7209909745955115885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27582261&amp;postID=7209909745955115885' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27582261/posts/default/7209909745955115885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27582261/posts/default/7209909745955115885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://masqueraderomance.blogspot.com/2009/06/one-trick-pony.html' title='One-trick pony'/><author><name>ΞUNICΞ</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27582261.post-3623054282611297331</id><published>2009-06-18T16:59:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T17:08:41.586+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bees to flowers</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Ugh, this is so mtfing retarded but I'll just say it anyway. I'm rude, and have always been rude, so I'll go ahead. Can you inappropriate people (as in really inappropriate, not in a bad way) please stop meddling with my life and go bother about your own lives instead. I mean, no offence, but wtf are you doing on the internet. And another thing, no offence again, WTF ARE YOU DOING ON MY BLOG. If you are really smart enough you'd know that those angry posts are merely rants, I don't really contain that anger for a very long time. Idk who you got to know my blog from, maybe from someone who had my link. So yeah, you don't have to let your mum know about my blog right? You can read it or whatever, just don't go bother my family, wtf. That's overboard. Yeah I SAID I hated them, whatever, but if you're calling yourself smart you'd know it was just my moment of anger. HAHA it's already crazy enough my own family's reading my mtfing blog, and now you are reading it too? Erm, awkward. Please leave me alone. (Widens eyes) Seriously, weeee woooo. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;I might just consider changing my blog alr, but it's sucha hassle. Btw it's been approx one day and a half that Ducky's been here, yay. He's the cutest thing ever, just sitting there on the tabletop, filled with cold water inside. (Tyvm Den.) Btw, &lt;strong&gt;cut and paste: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jimmy Choo designs collection for high-street's H&amp;amp;M&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;"Luxury shoe designer Jimmy Choo, whose creations are coveted by fashionistas worldwide, is launching a range for the high street to be sold in Swedish chain store H&amp;amp;M, the firms said Wednesday." Like wowza from Nov 14 onwards yeah. Ok btw I gtg, it's already five I just woke up 15 mins ago. (Bloop.) So yeah, bear in mind, moment of anger. I bet deep inside I really love my entire family. (Jeez how corny. And rare.)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27582261-3623054282611297331?l=masqueraderomance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://masqueraderomance.blogspot.com/feeds/3623054282611297331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27582261&amp;postID=3623054282611297331' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27582261/posts/default/3623054282611297331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27582261/posts/default/3623054282611297331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://masqueraderomance.blogspot.com/2009/06/bees-to-flowers.html' title='Bees to flowers'/><author><name>ΞUNICΞ</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27582261.post-4122373845716487044</id><published>2009-06-17T02:34:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T20:23:39.911+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sherry Fraser, where are you?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I changed my blogskin, it took me quite some time because I was chatting w/ Tiffanie. (Have fun at OBS, :B) It's simple but I'll make do with it. I can't believe school is like starting this coming Monday. Like whoa x 3249324320948, :O Okay I need to get my sleeping hours right, I've been sleeping round 5a.m. everyday during this holiday. That's a note to self. And, I just &lt;em&gt;adore&lt;/em&gt; cotton candy, (Sparkly eyes) Ok, I'm going out soon to find a dumb mannequin, since she doesn't get "as dumb as a lamp post". Ttfn, mwah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27582261-4122373845716487044?l=masqueraderomance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://masqueraderomance.blogspot.com/feeds/4122373845716487044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27582261&amp;postID=4122373845716487044' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27582261/posts/default/4122373845716487044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27582261/posts/default/4122373845716487044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://masqueraderomance.blogspot.com/2009/06/sherry-fraser-where-are-you.html' title='Sherry Fraser, where are you?'/><author><name>ΞUNICΞ</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27582261.post-4677616158128520534</id><published>2009-06-11T01:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T01:12:03.832+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm not Jane Grey</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345747448737629346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WOnBB8iP-8g/Si_o-0z1BKI/AAAAAAAAAkw/ezSWy0llDaA/s400/pixiegeldofnjoshbeech.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"&gt;Ain't this so cute?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Blah Blah, I'm quite busy w/ my boring life right now, I only have this much time to post this pix and say BRB BIATCH. Okay so, brb biatch. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27582261-4677616158128520534?l=masqueraderomance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://masqueraderomance.blogspot.com/feeds/4677616158128520534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27582261&amp;postID=4677616158128520534' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27582261/posts/default/4677616158128520534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27582261/posts/default/4677616158128520534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://masqueraderomance.blogspot.com/2009/06/im-not-jane-grey.html' title='I&apos;m not Jane Grey'/><author><name>ΞUNICΞ</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WOnBB8iP-8g/Si_o-0z1BKI/AAAAAAAAAkw/ezSWy0llDaA/s72-c/pixiegeldofnjoshbeech.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27582261.post-2640446816164993085</id><published>2009-06-03T23:36:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T00:22:15.502+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Resemble the dying rose</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Yesters CIP was a large load of heck, tiring and all, some kids are just so annoying. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;For now I like those biggy blue-eyed Caucasian kids. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I was supposed to rush off after CIP but then I couldn't get a hold of &lt;em&gt;SOMEONE &lt;/em&gt;(!!!) so I just cancelled all the plans and went out with Caro, who really sucks because she thinks that Chippy's curry whatever chicken is fattening. (But &lt;em&gt;oh&lt;/em&gt;, I love it so!) We ate Subway and she took tuna,(Eck) and I tried sweet onion for the first time! But honey mustard is the bestest, still. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;After walking a crazy heckin' load, both of us had to go off so I met up with Essa and then went to the chalet thingy and then after that I decided to stay over at Essa's. The next day I met up with Venetta for Cold Rock. Right now I'm home and I just finished a fracking big bag of popped buttered popcorn and I'm full up. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Right now I'm really pissed off because I haven't gotten my Sims 3, I'm unable to buy the whole Topshop store and I can't prove Ethan wrong and I'm always right! (No I'm not) So yeah. Rumble grumble, (OMG YOU CAN CHANGE THE SIM'S VOICE IN SIMS 3! AND CHOOSE ITS FAVOURITE FOOD!) Now how awesome is that? Tiffanie alr got her collector's edition, (grr) so yeah grr. :'( &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Till then, bye, I think Denise is ooper angry w/ me, oopsie. I'm so sorry Denise, I got popcorn for you? Plus I cannot wait for your BBQ on Friday! Then we can swim, in the dark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;yours&lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;PS: Denise you HAVE to swim with me. (Bugs bugs bugs) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;PPS: Urgh, yeah, it's always either her, her her her or her! You don't have to come to me and ask me why or what! Because in the end, everything's going to be the same and I can't do anything about it. Whatever, I'm so unimportant anw :) Sigh...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;PPPS: I'm a black sheep. Mehh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27582261-2640446816164993085?l=masqueraderomance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://masqueraderomance.blogspot.com/feeds/2640446816164993085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27582261&amp;postID=2640446816164993085' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27582261/posts/default/2640446816164993085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27582261/posts/default/2640446816164993085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://masqueraderomance.blogspot.com/2009/06/resemble-dying-rose.html' title='Resemble the dying rose'/><author><name>ΞUNICΞ</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27582261.post-7371610031965871718</id><published>2009-05-31T23:39:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T00:15:01.743+08:00</updated><title type='text'>This is my head, this is my spout</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I swear that I hate my dad:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;1) He always is an asshole. He thinks he's always right. We're wrong, he's right. And he always pretend to show that he thinks he's wrong, but in fact, he claims he's always right. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;2) He contradicts his bloody self. That's ridiculously stupid. And yeah, he's always right. Always. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;3) He has fully indoctrinated my mother. My mother's foolish. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;4) He doesn't bother about ANYTHING but himself. He thinks he's smart, MY ASS.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Yes, and I don't care if my parents/family members read this anymore. They ought to know ANYWAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I've got so many examples on the four points, I'm serious. Like one time, I had a fight with him and he was like, "OKAY, I know it's my fault. But you go think about it, I'm not to blame you know! All you children are leaving me with no choice, that's why I'm not going to bother about your shoes and all anymore. It's your fault."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;And like yesterday, I went to his room to watch tv and ended up messing up the whole room, leaving the laptop + telly on while I locked his room door and bathed in his bathtub with the toilet door open. (I'm queer, tyvm.) And when he came back he was just like banging the door like fugging shit, and asking me wtf I was doing in there. And then after he unlocked the door, I locked the bathroom door and changed. He ORDERED my younger brother to turn on the air conditioner and then when Daryl tried to help to pack my stuff, he was like, "Why are you helping her pack? You're not her slave!" Yes-yes, and like he doesn't treat us like slaves? When I ask him to help me get things which are only a few metres away coz I'm busy, he shouts at me to get it myself. And when he asks me to help him get stuff, I'm left with NO option, at all. The other time he went upstairs to get something and then came down again, he asked me to go up to get the house phone. HA, I'm lazy and you're not...? (Rolls eyes) And when I tell him to do it himself and say: "What, you have neither hands nor legs?", he goes around telling his friends that I'm a bad daughter. Oh yeah, he told me that I have no friends and that nobody likes me (that's true I guess), and he says that he has alooooot of friends. (Ugh please, gimme a break!) After I got outta the bathroom anw, he shouted in front of all of my mother's friends and said that I take a hell lot of time to bathe and shouldn't bathe in his bathroom. And my mother told me that I was in the wrong. EXCUSE ME, I HAVE DIFFICULTIES COZ MY BLOODY FOOT IS LIKE INJURED AND IT HURTS A HELLUVA LOT. I bathed in your room coz there's a bathtub. I took a long time coz I have difficulty moving. And most importantly, NO ONE AT HOME IS BLOODY FUCKING HELPING ME except Jarrold. Call yourself parents. When I tell you it hurts, you don't do anything. Not even OFFER to bring me to the doctor. Wtf. Get lost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;We just came back from a wedding dinner an hour ago and then I went to his bathroom to get rid of all the fugging eyeliner and mascara (which is so hard to get rid of, I realised), and he was like, "YOU DON'T HAVE YOUR OWN TOILET IS IT." What's fucking stupid is that he doesn't even USE his bloody own toilet, he uses the main toilet, like wtfh! :@ YES, I don't have my own toilet. I use the main toilet. But I used your toilet because all my toiletries are fucking in your toilet. My foot was covered with bandage and I can't wet it, now can I? The main toilet floor's always wet in the morning coz you fucking use it to shower every morning and whoever who uses it NEVER fails to get it wet. So I use your bathroom. Since it's just there and it's convenient, I use it right? Asshole. And you call me selfish. Look it's a bloody toilet. You don't keep it for yourself and end up NOT using it. Retard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Just now we were in the car and coz I took off my shoes when I entered so my feet (right foot especially) could relax a little. And when we were near home, I tried to put them back on but this father of mine (idk why all of a sudden) took a fast and sharp turn my right foot bloody &lt;strong&gt;twisted like shit&lt;/strong&gt; (because it's my goddess' 4.5 or 5.5 inch high shoes) and I was like yelping in pain. (Please say yeowch!) Hello! You drive so fast for what. No bloody T-Rex is chasing you. So now my foot is back to hurting like a bitch idk if I can walk properly tmrw or not coz NOW I can't. There's CIP tomorrow. And he was like telling my mother this: "Don't know why the hell she wear shoes so high for what. Cannot walk also still wear." YES. I can't walk in it. (Actually idk if I can or not. So er. -.-) You act as if you can fucking walk in it. So what. I twisted my foot again coz the heels are high? Excuse me, you made that sudden sharp turn when no bloody dinosaur was chasing you. (Rolls eyes) Please, if you wanna fake innocence, do a better job. Retard. I should wear heels like these more often so I can LOOK down on you. Let's see if you can behave like this forever. Retard. Then after this whole bathroom incident thing again I got pissed so I came out of the bathroom, left it open and tried to stomp out of the room and then realising that my foot hurt, so yeah. And I slammed the door, but not hard. Then my dad was like: "See what she did, see what she did?!" Then my mum came out and called me weird. "WEIRD GIRL!!! VERY WEIRD GIRL." In a stern tone. Um wtf? What's so weird, it's called anger. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Yes mummy, I don't BOTHER about whether either of you care ANYMORE. You're like BRAINWASHED by him already. He's like restricting you from thinking and having your own opinions. UGHHHHH. I hate him. Bloody hell. To him: Please don't ever talk to me again. You should just leave me alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swear to God I'm almost dying already. My foot hurts like a bitch I just wanna cry so badly. And I feel like I'm such a loser now. I couldn't even fit properly into the dress just now because I lost weight and I don't want to. I'm such a loser. Like wtf. It's either that or my boobs shrunk, hence, I'm officially as flat as a wall. (Moves hand up and down the wall) The dress seems a little bit bigger. I miss OBS.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27582261-7371610031965871718?l=masqueraderomance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://masqueraderomance.blogspot.com/feeds/7371610031965871718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27582261&amp;postID=7371610031965871718' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27582261/posts/default/7371610031965871718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27582261/posts/default/7371610031965871718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://masqueraderomance.blogspot.com/2009/05/this-is-my-head-this-is-my-spout.html' title='This is my head, this is my spout'/><author><name>ΞUNICΞ</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27582261.post-4902293294250723894</id><published>2009-05-30T12:05:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-30T23:15:43.786+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Loop the loop!</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="300" height="110"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/HqtKIqrInQ/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/HqtKIqrInQ/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="110" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="110"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/98kFnjMsLe/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/98kFnjMsLe/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="110" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;HI I'm back from OBS! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It was torturous plus fun!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I kind of miss it, but it'll take some time for me to wanna go back to Ubin for OBS again. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;(I won't blog about every detail, tyvm.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I came back with:&lt;img class="gl_bold" alt="Bold" src="http://www.blogger.com/img/blank.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;A bone strain in my foot (wtf is that anw) + Over 80 mozzie bites (I know I'm strange, Isabel confirmed me as an alien!) + A cranky mood + A sore back + Sore joints + Whateverrr! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Apparently my brother's instructor was the same instructor, although he was in camp 2 :S &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Yeah yeah, anyway with my foot like that I can't go try on heels for tmrw's dinner. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So hopefully I'm fine + up and about by tmrw :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I swear I scrubbed my whole body like crazy yesters. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Btw, yay Washington! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Except two people. (Rolls eyes)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Do I like you? NOOOOOO~ (Bobs head like crazy) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Okay its 12, its reasonable, I'll call my mum to buy ice cream for me! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;yours&lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;PS: I swear I thought there was Waffle Crisp in the refrig. BUT THERE ISN'T! :( &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;PPS: Yes I am an alien B)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;PPPS: &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BIGGEST HIGHLIGHT EVER! (SCREAMS~)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341581017083284034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 156px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WOnBB8iP-8g/SiEbolY4CkI/AAAAAAAAAko/XrRZ4baakZU/s400/flksdmf.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27582261-4902293294250723894?l=masqueraderomance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://masqueraderomance.blogspot.com/feeds/4902293294250723894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27582261&amp;postID=4902293294250723894' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27582261/posts/default/4902293294250723894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27582261/posts/default/4902293294250723894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://masqueraderomance.blogspot.com/2009/05/loop-loop.html' title='Loop the loop!'/><author><name>ΞUNICΞ</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WOnBB8iP-8g/SiEbolY4CkI/AAAAAAAAAko/XrRZ4baakZU/s72-c/flksdmf.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27582261.post-4194878603616925372</id><published>2009-05-23T20:14:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-24T02:38:48.779+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You're only just a dreamboat</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338992040152980370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 262px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WOnBB8iP-8g/Shfo-Sv025I/AAAAAAAAAkg/dqwasA5A7Xg/s400/86ffc90628e04e3d243b7aea219a236f.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;strong&gt;(Where did my lamb go?)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;I need a heavy dosage of ice cream. (Tyvm)&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday (Friday),&lt;br /&gt;I reflected and Maxine agreed:&lt;br /&gt;That I was very unfriendly to someone.&lt;br /&gt;Because... I didn't greet her. (-.-)&lt;br /&gt;AFTER ALL, I do know her. Sighz.&lt;br /&gt;At the same time we also decided to go for Frolick+Cold Rock+Walk Mars the big pup.&lt;br /&gt;Maxine enjoyed her first cuppa Frolick :)&lt;br /&gt;And we had a (rather) long talk sitting on the swings in Cold Rock.&lt;br /&gt;(I can't believe I said I didn't wanna sit on it.)&lt;br /&gt;Then we got Mars from the grooming centre.&lt;br /&gt;Walked him after that.&lt;br /&gt;Maxine being Maxine,&lt;br /&gt;Looked like a crazy woman walking a dog.&lt;br /&gt;Wearing wedges -.-&lt;br /&gt;Talk about casual!&lt;br /&gt;Idk why I was suddenly a little afraid of Mars.&lt;br /&gt;I later realised that I was afraid Mars would go on a humping spree.&lt;br /&gt;Humping EVERYONE'S legs in Holland.&lt;br /&gt;After all the drama, I went off.&lt;br /&gt;I became a good person and gave two girls some change for the bus.&lt;br /&gt;(HAHAHA HOW SURPRSING I'M GOOD RIGHT, I'm usually unpleasantly un-nice. Contradicts the way people usually call me. Urgh. :( )&lt;br /&gt;And saw Eunice Goh :)&lt;br /&gt;OK after I end this it'll be somewhat two days away from OBS,&lt;br /&gt;Which I'm half-excited, half-unexcited for!&lt;br /&gt;It's going to be messy and dirty and lotsa FUN, (it seems fun right.)&lt;br /&gt;But on the other hand, everything equals a great lack of rest.&lt;br /&gt;(Five days yknow. Wtf? Unless I'm wrong about the duration? Uhhh.) AND YEAH,&lt;br /&gt;I have to go shop for some camp stuff with momma oh momma.&lt;br /&gt;Last minute,&lt;br /&gt;I NEVER CHANGE :B,&lt;br /&gt;Not surprising yes?&lt;br /&gt;Ok hopefully I don't wake up at two tmrw.&lt;br /&gt;I woke up at one today and went back to sleep till four.&lt;br /&gt;YAY I'm so typically Eunice.&lt;br /&gt;I hear mumbles from the bee in the living room!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yours&lt;3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: Yay I'm feeling so happy now!&lt;br /&gt;I told some people about the cockroach I saw at the corridor of our rooms a few days back.&lt;br /&gt;(Right before I went to school.)&lt;br /&gt;And yeah. &lt;strong&gt;Some liars told me that the cockroach would go away!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;BUT IT DIDN'T.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So just now, Jarrold+Daryl became my heroes!&lt;br /&gt;The entire scene was so damn crazy funny.&lt;br /&gt;It just so happened that after my mum's friends went home, I walked up to my room to get my clothes to shower. After I got my clothes, I realised I lacked something. So I went downstairs to get it. But then all of a sudden, this cockroach scurried across my path. I stopped dead. Then I was like wtf! It scurried to my brother's room behind his &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;orange&lt;/span&gt; sofa bed. (More colours=more fun!) Then I hopped down three steps and stood at the stairs, screaming: "JARROLD! I SAW THE DAMNED COCKROACH. It crawled into your room!" At first he didn't bother until I started whining and forcing him to kill it or I 'wouldn't rest in peace'. (Ha it's as if I would die if I let it survive.) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Two reasons though:&lt;/strong&gt; 1. It tortured me for a few donkey (hee haw) days and nights. It could have crawled into my room, bloody hell! 2. It could crawl into my room again, then I wouldn't be able to sleep in my room ever again. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Yeah this was my first encounter w/ a cockroach, how hilarious and ridic. (Right in front of me.) So in the end Jarrold was like, "Okay okay. Daryl help me move the sofa bed." Then he went down to take the insecticide as I whined and whined and my mother told me to shut up in hokkien. (-.- + sobs) After that they began their search. They couldn't find it. So I whined: "WHY DON'T YOU BELIEVE ME! I SAW IT, it fricking crawled into your room and you don't bother. Search for it, kill it! I never ever want to see it again please." (I'm darn good at whining.) So Daryl looked under Jarrold's bed as my mother told me to shut up (AGAIN). :( THEN DARYL FOUND IT. They used a whole lot of insecticide and it was smelly. Then it struggled. Then it died. MUAHAHA. To hell with cockroaches. Fifteen secs of insecticide and it died. I was so damn bloody ecstatic! They were, too. The scene was funny enough. I was hopping madly, still stuck on the third step and my brothers were trying to tell me that I was delusional. (-.-) "See I TOLD YOU there was a cockroach." And Jarrold just LAUGHED. Omg I do appear super dumb. Actually the cockroach didn't do much, but it tormented me coz people keep telling me how cockraches are scary and such shit. Like if it crawls on you you'd just scream as if acid was splashed onto your bloody hand. So it's quite sad to do that. I'm sorry cockroach, but you're a fucker. (Oopsy whoopsy) But it's a carrier of super a lot of diseases and harmful bacteria and whatnots, so yeah. I'd better disinfect my WHOLE damn room. Stupid fucker! And then I told Le Yee the tranny on MSN about what had happened. Then I realised, maybe if it DID come from my room (Not surprising ANW, my room's totally messy. But it's only books from school, the evidence of my studious and enthusiastic attitude!) it's whole family might be there. Then there would be the father/mother/sis/bro cockroaches for US TO KILL. :( Then again, that's highly impossible. The parents would have alr died, right? I mean, they don't have long life spans ANYWAY. But then it fricking occurred to me, that if this cockroach we killed could have been a female one... There's a chance that it could have been preggy and laid a bloody egg in my room right. (Yes, I do think too much, hmmm. But you never know.) If it DID lay an egg, then one night all the smaller little fuckers would crawl out too! And then target me when I'm &lt;em&gt;asleep and defenceless&lt;/em&gt;. ACK! Then yknow what I did? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;I asked Jarrold to check the cockroach's gender. -.- OKAY I hope there will be NO MORE cockroaches, I'm going to PACK my damned room before OBS, and hope there'll be NO fuckers treating my room as a nest and like, mate and have smaller fuckers and surprise me when I come back. (URGH) Pardon me for all these vulgarities as I have really been traumatized by that cockroach (-.- I'm super crazy I swear.) But idk, they used to show this ad by Baygon that cockroaches are like, dangerous asses in some ways, right? Idk. Whatever. I'm guilty though, it hasn't even done anything to me, cept scaring me. OKOK whatever bye! It's 2.30 now, and it's like currently one day away from OBS. Sherry said it's not fun, more of a torturous experience, but after OBS, it'll seem fun when you think back about it. And she said there're not going to be any visits to swampy areas whatsoever, but we should REALLY wear long pants. Ok to the store tmrw! :) Hehehe. Okay so it's one day away to whoever who is in my group. (You're unfortunate, whether you like me or not! -Poke poke-) Mwah~ Nights.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27582261-4194878603616925372?l=masqueraderomance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://masqueraderomance.blogspot.com/feeds/4194878603616925372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27582261&amp;postID=4194878603616925372' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27582261/posts/default/4194878603616925372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27582261/posts/default/4194878603616925372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://masqueraderomance.blogspot.com/2009/05/youre-only-just-dreamboat.html' title='You&apos;re only just a dreamboat'/><author><name>ΞUNICΞ</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WOnBB8iP-8g/Shfo-Sv025I/AAAAAAAAAkg/dqwasA5A7Xg/s72-c/86ffc90628e04e3d243b7aea219a236f.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27582261.post-3048339491798361324</id><published>2009-05-18T20:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T20:35:56.736+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gunning down a romance</title><content type='html'>Acting as if you're just trying to defend her.&lt;br /&gt;Well as if, creep.&lt;br /&gt;I'm bored, there's an extreme lack of ice cream in the house...?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27582261-3048339491798361324?l=masqueraderomance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://masqueraderomance.blogspot.com/feeds/3048339491798361324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27582261&amp;postID=3048339491798361324' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27582261/posts/default/3048339491798361324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27582261/posts/default/3048339491798361324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://masqueraderomance.blogspot.com/2009/05/gunning-down-romance.html' title='Gunning down a romance'/><author><name>ΞUNICΞ</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27582261.post-2808876172453624966</id><published>2009-05-14T21:11:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T22:32:44.961+08:00</updated><title type='text'>On the sly</title><content type='html'>I fucking hate my family.&lt;br /&gt;I nearly forgot my username just now,&lt;br /&gt;And right now, I want frolick. (With lots and lotsa oreooo.) :}&lt;br /&gt;Daryl Ong is so annoying.&lt;br /&gt;He should stop being an ass kisser and trying to act like Jarrold Ong.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I'm a black sheep.&lt;br /&gt;How exciting is that?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i149.photobucket.com/albums/s56/masqueradekisses/2cd7br8.gif" alt="Eee-hee-hee, very exciting!"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;yours&lt;3&lt;br&gt;PS: Leighton sounds pretty darn okay in the Cobra Starship song. &lt;br&gt;PPS: I need counselling I think, pronto? I'm full of problems.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27582261-2808876172453624966?l=masqueraderomance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://masqueraderomance.blogspot.com/feeds/2808876172453624966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27582261&amp;postID=2808876172453624966' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27582261/posts/default/2808876172453624966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27582261/posts/default/2808876172453624966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://masqueraderomance.blogspot.com/2009/05/on-sly.html' title='On the sly'/><author><name>ΞUNICΞ</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27582261.post-7664467956853936390</id><published>2009-05-11T15:48:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T22:39:07.220+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Miss poison, work your way</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I don't love my family anymore.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;At least, I'm convinced I don't. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But anyway, I went for ice cream with Denise two nights ago.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And I'm quite sad now because I really wanted to try the raspberry sorbet but we ordered waffles instead. Now I'm dying to consume it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Grawh~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Okay, I'll end this off with: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Facebook is okay, kind of boring, maybe it's coz I don't bother adding people.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tumblr is still boring, (despite Grace's: 'It's really fun.') But oh well, recently, I changed my tumblr into a one that only allows photos. Now I don't have to rack my brains to think of extra blog posts. Just photos all the way! &lt;strong&gt;*w*&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I CANNOT WAIT FOR SIMS 3. I'm not an addict, I just love it. At least now sims have a chance of become a famous rock star. (Eyes twinkle) &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;w&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Flowers have spoken to me more than I can tell in written words. They are the hieroglyphics of angels, loved by all men for the beauty of the character, though few can decipher even fragments of their meaning." &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;- Child, Lydia M.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27582261-7664467956853936390?l=masqueraderomance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://masqueraderomance.blogspot.com/feeds/7664467956853936390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27582261&amp;postID=7664467956853936390' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27582261/posts/default/7664467956853936390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27582261/posts/default/7664467956853936390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://masqueraderomance.blogspot.com/2009/05/miss-poison-work-your-way.html' title='Miss poison, work your way'/><author><name>ΞUNICΞ</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27582261.post-8146484476058773550</id><published>2009-05-04T00:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T22:57:53.718+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Diamond white</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"&gt;You are a &lt;em&gt;hopeless romantic&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(/edit)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I'm so sick and tired of parents and school.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;And every other single thing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I feel sick, I'll vomit on you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I wonder what it's like to be on the other side of the cloud.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27582261-8146484476058773550?l=masqueraderomance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://masqueraderomance.blogspot.com/feeds/8146484476058773550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27582261&amp;postID=8146484476058773550' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27582261/posts/default/8146484476058773550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27582261/posts/default/8146484476058773550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://masqueraderomance.blogspot.com/2009/05/diamond-white.html' title='Diamond white'/><author><name>ΞUNICΞ</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27582261.post-7116230084995143900</id><published>2009-05-02T01:58:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-02T23:39:07.854+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Midnight highway</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I watched A Walk To Remember yesters, (There's definitely &lt;probably&gt; no guy in SG that is as sweet and charming as Landon.) and when Landon fulfilled Jamie's wish of being in two places at once, a song started playing in the background. And I recognized it as the song that Tessa sang and pretended to wipe the comp lab windows, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;hahaha&lt;/span&gt;! It's a pretty song anyway. ;) Other than that, today I watched Marley &amp;amp; Me, (which was so beautifully sad I cried at the end but fuck Jennifer Aniston.)  and right now, even though it's two in the morn, I'm going to watch The Notebook (by Nicholas Sparks, in case you were wondering). :P I just realised that you get a great feeling from smiling. Oh well, I love to watch romantic movies now, really sweet, dreadfully sweet.  My stomach has butterflies, I swear. That reminds me, the other time I mistook a butterfly for a brown leaf, I got a shock when it flew towards me. Haha! I shall end here, have a great morning! (That is, if you're still awake.) I'll use everybody's fave smiley here, :&gt; The pig snout smiley's better tho. :8)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/hMc8naeeSS8&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;color2=0x6b8ab6"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/hMc8naeeSS8&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;color2=0x6b8ab6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/QtVEPzLT9mw&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;color2=0x6b8ab6"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/QtVEPzLT9mw&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;color2=0x6b8ab6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;HAHA OMG I CAN'T BELIEVE MYSELF. &lt;br&gt; I got facebook, (Rolls eyes at self)&lt;br&gt; I wonder why anw, but I am NOT going around adding people or uploading fug pictures of myself. (Rolls eyes at self again)&lt;br&gt; Meanwhile I shall be my childish self. &lt;br&gt; Pet Society! HAHAHA. Hah... (-.-)&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/27582261-7116230084995143900?l=masqueraderomance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://masqueraderomance.blogspot.com/feeds/7116230084995143900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27582261&amp;postID=7116230084995143900' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27582261/posts/default/7116230084995143900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27582261/posts/default/7116230084995143900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://masqueraderomance.blogspot.com/2009/05/midnight-highway.html' title='Midnight highway'/><author><name>ΞUNICΞ</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27582261.post-127926099548275688</id><published>2009-04-30T21:05:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T00:19:33.752+08:00</updated><title type='text'>When she's pushing daisies</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330470330823532642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WOnBB8iP-8g/Sfmihhp-4GI/AAAAAAAAAkY/z644KXUJ7F4/s400/IMG_7787.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;strong&gt;(I've seen the roses unfold)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I got home feeling quite devastated, so I watched Identity! :3 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The stupid contestant thought that the old man was a purple heart recipient. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;(Rolls eyes)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The old man looks like the crazy pervert who raped his daughter though.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Besides, he looked like a lumberjack, coz he is! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;And there was Tony Hawk! (Yay I love you.) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;He was the rollercoaster ride designer. (AAAAAH.) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I still like Tony Hawk's Pro Skater 3/4. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Fee fi fo fum. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Drey's hamster is still not eating most of its seeds. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;But I'm going to watch Worms on webcam and it's jingly bell.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;KAY, I WANT TO EAT MY ICE CREAM BBYE. :8)&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Who am I kidding? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I'm not happy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I don't want to have to face this again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I really, really don't want to. :'(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;yours&lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;PS: No, I didn't mean you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;PPS: I'm definitely keeping everything to myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27582261-127926099548275688?l=masqueraderomance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://masqueraderomance.blogspot.com/feeds/127926099548275688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27582261&amp;postID=127926099548275688' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27582261/posts/default/127926099548275688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27582261/posts/default/127926099548275688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://masqueraderomance.blogspot.com/2009/04/when-shes-pushing-daisies.html' title='When she&apos;s pushing daisies'/><author><name>ΞUNICΞ</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WOnBB8iP-8g/Sfmihhp-4GI/AAAAAAAAAkY/z644KXUJ7F4/s72-c/IMG_7787.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27582261.post-8160099238533589595</id><published>2009-04-25T12:31:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T00:01:59.289+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Drown me like a doll</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Most people say that karma is a bitch? In this case, I'd like to tell &lt;strong&gt;someone&lt;/strong&gt;: YOU are the bitch. (Everyone's laughing at you.) You used to ask me, 'Why's life like that, why are so many people against me.' You hate them, you try to be nice to them, but behind their backs you're bitching about them. Hence, your life is screwed. Well in that case then... Karma karma, you're the awesomest bitch! Drown her more! Maybe when you were sad and teary, I shouldn't have ran after you to comfort you. Now I realise, I have been a fool. It's so funny how we hate each other so much but pretended to like each other, right? Karma bit your ass. Not anyone else, but yours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;PS: Oasis, you never fail me! &lt;:0)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27582261-8160099238533589595?l=masqueraderomance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://masqueraderomance.blogspot.com/feeds/8160099238533589595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27582261&amp;postID=8160099238533589595' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27582261/posts/default/8160099238533589595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27582261/posts/default/8160099238533589595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://masqueraderomance.blogspot.com/2009/04/drown-me-like-doll.html' title='Drown me like a doll'/><author><name>ΞUNICΞ</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27582261.post-9065138576308439603</id><published>2009-04-23T21:18:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T21:29:21.550+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lyla, the stars are about to fall</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327877077933305554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WOnBB8iP-8g/SfBr-V0pLtI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/E9ZuzSqebDY/s400/098_2_copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;She's a little pirate in my mind,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Singing songs of love to pass the time&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&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/27582261-9065138576308439603?l=masqueraderomance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://masqueraderomance.blogspot.com/feeds/9065138576308439603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27582261&amp;postID=9065138576308439603' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27582261/posts/default/9065138576308439603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27582261/posts/default/9065138576308439603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://masqueraderomance.blogspot.com/2009/04/its-been-long-time-long-time-now.html' title='Lyla, the stars are about to fall'/><author><name>ΞUNICΞ</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WOnBB8iP-8g/SfBr-V0pLtI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/E9ZuzSqebDY/s72-c/098_2_copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27582261.post-1998981070706847431</id><published>2009-04-21T22:05:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T22:16:35.503+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'd bleed my heart out to show</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;From time to time, your always having issues with me and I don't know why I even bother! That is, if you are referring to me in your blog. Yes I'm always the troublemaker, or whatever you want me to say about myself, right now, I feel as if I'm no better than you know who. But whatever it is, there's a lot more to whatever you think is happening. And you obviously don't know about it. Yes why do I even bother! I'm always doing wrong things anyway. Like someone I know said, we're always trying to impress other people but we're actually unhappy with ourselves. Yes, why are we even bothering to try to impress other people? We're obviously feeling unhappy with what we're doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ugh, Mrs.Ng is leaving and I don't want to take Lit anymore. I tried to think positive but I just realised nothing's really positive. I'm usually not optimistic, but whatever. See what life does to you? It sucks you in and then crush you repeatedly, and you're not even allowed to do anything about it to make yourself feel better. Well thanks. I guess I should just kill myself one day. This stupid 'stress' thing is starting to kick in. It makes me feel sick when I try to study, oh brother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;PS: Drey's got a new fat hamster, who doesn't really eat his sunflower seeds.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27582261-1998981070706847431?l=masqueraderomance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://masqueraderomance.blogspot.com/feeds/1998981070706847431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27582261&amp;postID=1998981070706847431' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27582261/posts/default/1998981070706847431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27582261/posts/default/1998981070706847431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://masqueraderomance.blogspot.com/2009/04/id-bleed-my-heart-out-to-show.html' title='I&apos;d bleed my heart out to show'/><author><name>ΞUNICΞ</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27582261.post-2200965638323215264</id><published>2009-04-18T23:16:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T00:13:42.659+08:00</updated><title type='text'>If Julia's watching the night</title><content type='html'>Thank you Le Yee, you are a life saver. &lt;:0)&lt;br /&gt;Today's Arts Appreciation thing was a bit depressing.&lt;br /&gt;I didn't enjoy the performance at all.&lt;br /&gt;But it's nice, in a way I guess.&lt;br /&gt;The conductor just reminded me of Bellatrix, the long dress, the 'wand'.&lt;br /&gt;Other than that I was people-watching the entire night.&lt;br /&gt;Le Yee's dress and shoes were nice,&lt;br /&gt;But I just didn't look good in it.&lt;br /&gt;So yes. B(&lt;br /&gt;But I fucking love Abbey's dress and shoes!&lt;br /&gt;She looked hot, and so did the tall blondie with never-ending skinny legs.&lt;br /&gt;(Blew me away!)&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, and I saw Geraldine Lim on the train on the way 2 Max's house.&lt;br /&gt;I guess that's all, (Rubs eyes)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Anyway:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eunice says:&lt;br /&gt;Dyou wanna be a model?&lt;br /&gt;Leyee says:&lt;br /&gt;haha, duh&lt;br /&gt;Leyee says:&lt;br /&gt;everyone wants to be a model&lt;br /&gt;Leyee says:&lt;br /&gt;its just whether you have what it takes to be or not&lt;br /&gt;Is this true? Do many girls out there want to be models?&lt;br /&gt;I'm not too sure myself, HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yours&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;PS: Thanks. (I'm being sarcastic.) You were VERY VERY nice. Sometimes you're so hot, sometimes you're so cold.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27582261-2200965638323215264?l=masqueraderomance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://masqueraderomance.blogspot.com/feeds/2200965638323215264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27582261&amp;postID=2200965638323215264' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27582261/posts/default/2200965638323215264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27582261/posts/default/2200965638323215264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://masqueraderomance.blogspot.com/2009/04/if-julias-watching-night.html' title='If Julia&apos;s watching the night'/><author><name>ΞUNICΞ</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27582261.post-1467737931169732681</id><published>2009-04-18T01:20:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-18T01:45:57.700+08:00</updated><title type='text'>We can sing to the trees</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325712800549616626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 315px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WOnBB8iP-8g/Sei7k0SCu_I/AAAAAAAAAkI/NMl6T6TSpuA/s400/over_our_rainbow_by_lans_bejbe.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;strong&gt;(So, Sally can wait)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I wonder why I spend so much of my time,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Trying to make everyone around me happy when I am not happy myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It's frustrating. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;(Groans)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It's one in the morning,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Everyone's asleep except big bro.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;You can stop reading here,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm just going to type my super short note to self:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Hello there Eun, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;You slept till 8 today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Today you were nice to the mother,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;You cleaned up your room.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Wtf were you thinking.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;You're harebrained.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Also, you stupidly brushed your teeth twice before going to your room.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;(/note to self) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I wonder if I'm going to laugh at my idiotic self when I grow older.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I guess I'm starting to become a robot. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;But anw, the night's calming.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;(More like morning.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I should really go sleep now but I can't get enough of Reptilia.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It's on repeat. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;One last time, and then I'm going to turn it off.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;And then I shall close my eyes,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Close my eyes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;And sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;yours&lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;PS: I should be impeccably neat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;PPS: I went to look for the picture of some blogger's boyfriend again. Nobody believes that he looks exactly like Nerine, excluding all the crazy piercings. (Or is it just me?) But if they do look alike, Nerine is of course the better looking doppelganger. Go view the pic. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VvKWvOzhqqg/SXWNih5VZLI/AAAAAAAADw8/BtDjPcuAvoQ/s1600-h/Photo+139.jpg"&gt;Click here tweedledum!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;PPPS: Maxine has a girl crush on someone in our level &amp;amp; Drey's currently thinking of Ben&amp;amp;Jerry's just like me. (Shocked face) Omg I still rmbr I made a list of flavours I haven't tasted.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27582261-1467737931169732681?l=masqueraderomance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://masqueraderomance.blogspot.com/feeds/1467737931169732681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27582261&amp;postID=1467737931169732681' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27582261/posts/default/1467737931169732681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27582261/posts/default/1467737931169732681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://masqueraderomance.blogspot.com/2009/04/we-can-sing-to-trees.html' title='We can sing to the trees'/><author><name>ΞUNICΞ</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WOnBB8iP-8g/Sei7k0SCu_I/AAAAAAAAAkI/NMl6T6TSpuA/s72-c/over_our_rainbow_by_lans_bejbe.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27582261.post-9200053367954279109</id><published>2009-04-13T19:09:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T19:21:34.346+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Helluva Crazy Mother, part two</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Juggernaut:&lt;/strong&gt; An overwhelming, advancing force that crushes or seems to crush everything in its path.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;I'm really really angry right now, partially because I'm refraining myself from vulgarities. Don't ask me why. I have this great big urge to run out of this stupid mental jail that I've been tolerating for so long, and go so far away nobody would find me. I hate it that I have to be nice to people, only to know that they are actually very very rude. And when I feel hurt by their actions/reply, I tell myself not to get angry because I force myself to believe that whatever they said was just plain accidental. But seriously? I was just concerned. You can just say no, instead of giving that stupid look that makes me feel ridiculous asking you that question. And there's something else, which I really shall not say because it'll just dampen my mood further. My idiotic/crazy/deranged/berserk/unsound mother just came home from work and I woke up from my deep slumber only to realise that she would accuse me of stealing her stupid memory card. (Gives -What the hell- face) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;"If you took my memory card tell me and I will not be so angry." &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;And she has no form of evidence, nothing. And she dares to accuse me? Obviously I got furious, and in an attempt to fall back into my deep slumber I told her: "Screw off, let me sleep." And she laughed hysterically. I solemnly SWEAR that I did not take her stupid memory card, what for anyway, I have my own! And besides her stupid memory card is just plain stupid. Filled with retarded pictures of herself. (Rolls eyes) But as soon as I tried to fall asleep, her hysterical laugh started to haunt me again. (Oh my freak, this is seriously getting on my nerves.) I should really start a piggy bank (Oink), save up a hell lot, and then send her off to some other country. Her craziness is starting to sink into the core of this house. Jarrold told me that he and Rachael think that she's just going through menopause, but I think it's her pure bonkers mind. I give her a lot of "What the hell" stares. Almost everyday. She could possibly be born with her ridiculous, senseless mind. (Rolls eyes) And she keeps saying I'm guilty. I'm not guilty! What the hell, I am SO NOT guilty. Why the heck would I be guilty? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I told her: "I'm not guilty, so say whatever stupid thing you wanna say, about me stealing your XXXXXXX dumb memory card or whatever shit ass card." &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;And then she was like, "Show me your memory card! Then I will know whether you took mine." But it's stupid to do that, because most memory cards for phones are the same/look very very very similar. And I think they are, but I don't want to take out my memory card and show it to her, because then my whole phone would lag and then probably restart. And why should I waste my time proving my innocence to her anyway! Even if I didn't do it, she can just say that I took her memory card, (Her reason would of course be: My memory card looks like that. Hence it is mine.) But she won't say hence anyway, she's not that... Yknow what I mean. But then because I took it out halfway, my whole phone just shut down. So I was pissed I started screaming and all. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;And guess what this crazy ass mother said: "If you are not guilty you won't shout like this. You are guilty." &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Well, two words: FUCK OFF. (Strike out the first sentence. Sorry there is really a need to.) I'm not guilty. There's NO DAMNED reason for me to take it. NO STUPID REASON. I have my own memory card, which never even left my phone. She's just being super deranged. Oh look this idiotic crazy woman just FOUND her memory card in her phone. And I'm very very hurt. Because she ACCUSED me of stealing her card. And when Jarrold came home, she ASKED if he saw her memory card. Hello, bias much? She's practically against me. I swear that she's the stupidest person on earth. No wonder I appear so brainless. It's the genes, damnit! And she LOOKED into her speaker. Obviously she won't find her stupid memory card there. And besides her stupid memory card didn't work because she put it the wrong way, backwards. Oh yeah oh yeah. I'm GUILTY. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;NOW WON'T YOU PLEASE FREAKING SHOOT ME.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;And yknow what she just said? She told me that she said nothing of the sort and if I behaved like Jarrold and checked her phone, none of this would have happened. I'm sorry madam, I have ZERO tolerance for matters like this, when people wrongly accuse me of things that I did not do. Well I say, that it's all because of her stupid mindless brain that created this stupid mess. Now why would I want to touch her filthy gross phone. Now when I say shoot me, I mean seriously, shoot me. I should really write a book about her someday. URGH. I seriously hope these kinda posts won't affect the ROCs thingy. Btw it's really strange, because whenever I talk about someone in school, (Neither good nor bad things) I seem to run into them EVERYWHERE I go. Including Maxine's girl crush, some softballer. (Shivers) And besides, today's 2.4 was actually alright, but I'm so tired, my legs are killin' me. But it's sort of a good feeling, and towards the last part I felt as in I was in primary school all over again. (Whaaat?)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27582261-9200053367954279109?l=masqueraderomance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://masqueraderomance.blogspot.com/feeds/9200053367954279109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27582261&amp;postID=9200053367954279109' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27582261/posts/default/9200053367954279109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27582261/posts/default/9200053367954279109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://masqueraderomance.blogspot.com/2009/04/helluva-crazy-mother-part-two.html' title='Helluva Crazy Mother, part two'/><author><name>ΞUNICΞ</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27582261.post-3717371949611451105</id><published>2009-04-12T21:58:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T22:08:31.716+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dump the jewellery</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Am trying out tumblr, (People say it's fun?) But I won't update it frequently? I can't believe 2.4 is tmrw, I cannot stand running because it makes me feel as if my lungs are going to burst. Tsk, good ol' exercise. But then again it's quite a nice feeling, hmmm Idk? Btw Emma Watson is so damn hot! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27582261-3717371949611451105?l=masqueraderomance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://masqueraderomance.blogspot.com/feeds/3717371949611451105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27582261&amp;postID=3717371949611451105' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27582261/posts/default/3717371949611451105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27582261/posts/default/3717371949611451105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://masqueraderomance.blogspot.com/2009/04/dump-jewellery.html' title='Dump the jewellery'/><author><name>ΞUNICΞ</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27582261.post-4062450153051940986</id><published>2009-04-10T19:08:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T20:16:40.089+08:00</updated><title type='text'>~</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I think it's so ridiculous how &lt;strong&gt;some&lt;/strong&gt; MG girls behave, like what, school's about how popular and well-liked you are? OH MY GAWD! I thought it was for studying, did the teachers and parents teach me the wrong thing? This doesn't go out to any specific someone, btw. Draw your own conclusions, like I care. Errrrrrrrrrrrr. And yes I'm pretty much an idiot, I suck at studying. Took you long enough to realise, and yeah did I offend your sorry little self? I hope not! I can swear I know how much I'm not liked, and how I'm hated like crazy. I've said it before and I'll say it again, some MG girls are just plain judgemental. I've been through all your crazy judgemental shit since sec one, and I would very much LOVE to transfer out of this school filled with crazy judgemental people like YOU. But it's too late, I would just like to finish my education in stupid secondary school and get on with life. Rather than waste my time trying to, er what, tell people what they already know? It's just plain stupid. Yes I'm repulsive, I'm annoying, I'm so stuck-up. Oh yeah yeah, that's all YOU know. I wonder what your brains contain. Nonsensical lies about me. You just feel sorry about yourself. Right? Just say so then. If I'm well-known in school for one thing, it's a bad thing, that is BEING A STUCK UP BIMBO. NOW WHAT THE HECK IS SO DAMN GOOD ABOUT THAT. I'm not a bimbo. Okay? I don't care how many people get surprised when they find out that I'm not 'afraid' of dirty stuff or sports, or any other stupid things which just aren't true about me, but are stuff that are appropriate enough to classify me under 'The bimbos'. Because that's just whatever you think I am, but I'm NOT, you crazy person. And I sometimes DO get offended when people go, 'Oh I always thought you were the kind who's like a bimbo, afraid of doing blah.' I'm not popular, because I'm NOT well liked. If you are popular, you are well liked. Obviously. And I'm not well liked, I've heard so many crazy shit about me, like what, me asking my friend for an iPod? Like making use of her? Or what being a flirty bimbo? When I don't even bother much about guys? Because I really don't. (Yeah go ahead and tackle me about this stupid topic. As far as I know it, I'm really NOT that much concerned about guys. Get out your houses and go hear what people on the streets say about us MG girls. Yeah, and your unhappy that they call us flirts and bimbos. They're judgemental, hahaha, guess what, so are you.) People just never stop to think. Likewise, me too. Yeah, I don't think right? If I gave it some thought, I wouldn't even bother talking to you. (Frowns) Whatever I end here, go insult me or whatever. YES I'M A BIMBO, I'm a bimbo, I think I'm OH SO POPULAR and WELL-LIKED. And I BETTER watch my back because I'm so bloody full of myself. You don't know how much I'm laughing about this stupid ridiculous incident. The school's okay, but some people? NO. Go ahead and think whatever you think about me, because I jolly well know what I am, and what I'm not. And no, I don't judge people much. Although I do. But at least I say, 'It seems........' I don't just go say false things and insist that they're just like that. (In case you didn't know, assume and insist have two extremely different meanings.) And what's worse is, this crazy shit can drag innocent people down too. So yes, whatever. I'm quite pissed off, but not quite pissed off too. Okay bye. I'm getting freaking hungry. Go tag whatever you want.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27582261-4062450153051940986?l=masqueraderomance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://masqueraderomance.blogspot.com/feeds/4062450153051940986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27582261&amp;postID=4062450153051940986' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27582261/posts/default/4062450153051940986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27582261/posts/default/4062450153051940986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://masqueraderomance.blogspot.com/2009/04/blog-post.html' title='~'/><author><name>ΞUNICΞ</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27582261.post-2351548662524623278</id><published>2009-04-08T21:02:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T21:26:45.230+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Of every love that could've been</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;'We all know who it is.'&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Oh seriously, I am the troublemaker? My stupid mother doesn't even KNOW how to be a mother, and now don't go telling me that it's difficult to be a mother or whatever. I don't care! Because even if she's a mother, it doesn't give her ANY RIGHTS to diss me like that. She says that I don't study, when she obviously sees me studying. And she even helped me with Chinese ystd. The point is, whether we study or not, she just says that we don't study coz she only sees us study for a short period of time. However, I refuse to think likewise, it's according to HOW MUCH we study. She doesn't even bother and just goes: 'You're never studying and your always lazing around. How are you going to pass secondary 3 and get to secondary 4? And if you retain everyone will laugh at you and you will get so embarrassed.' (Rolls eyes) More like you will get embarrassed. Like I said in one of my previous posts, (which was very long ago), all she cares about is 'face'. Yeah she even tried to bribe me to go to SCGS (But obviously I didn't accept that ridiculous bribe because I just won't ever go there. No offense intended, honest.) so that people will yknow, do all that irritating talk about, 'Wow! Your so lucky, your daughter is capable'. (But sorry, I'm not even half as capable as YOU, mother dear.) But don't even think that I'm so happy with the school I'm in now. I refuse to explain why. But yes, anyway, even if I come home with no homework at all, she still makes me study and of course I do. But she thinks I don't because I only study for about 4 hours or so in front of her. Hello, that's not all. All of us study in school. Okay? For like about 7 hours or so? Or lesser. But that's not the point. She just says that I don't study because she thinks that the duration of my study time (and wherever I'm studying must be directly under her stinking nose) is too short. Like I said, it's how much you study. She doesn't even know how to encourage her children. She always says that I will fail and all that shit. Like the time when she said I would fail my PSLE and retain. (Ugh, so damn annoying!) Can't she be a bit more encouraging. And yknow what she did? She threatened to NOT PAY for my ROCs trip at the end of the year so she can embarrass me in front of the whole school. More like she's embarrassing her stupid self! That's the most ridiculous thing I've ever heard. Ha, ha-ha, ha. Ahem. As much as I want to go for ROCs, (and eat a massive load of korean strawberries too, hopefully), I'm OKAY with not going because yes. With a mother like her, these kinda shameful stuff are so expected. If she's so damned smart, why don't she do my work for me? If she's a doctor, I wouldn't even say anything if she shouted at me. But she's not, and she's trying to act as if she is VERY VERY SMART. (Oh please.) And oh yeah, my stupid brother thinks he's so smart just because he got into poly. He too, also thinks that I won't be able to get to sec 4. OMG and it's so ironic, I just realised, that they think I can't study but they expect me to score well, be successful and be a doctor. (Excuse me, I won't be able to go SO FAR in life. And plus, I can't 'study'.) I would very much like to run away right now. Yes, I'm problematic. Would any readers like to refer me to the school counsellor? I'd pretty much tell her the same thing. (And start working out a plan to get rid of ahem, mother dearrrrr~) Now that she told me not to talk to her, okay. I'll be more than glad. Ugh. It has always been like this anyway. (This is why I say I am NOT CLOSE to my family. I don't love them at all.)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;And yes I'm quite angry because I tried to dig for my Little Rascals disc just now, and only to realise my stupid father has given it away. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(/edit)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Le Yee:&lt;/strong&gt; Miss you too (L)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Grace:&lt;/strong&gt; HAHA heck yeah :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Venessa:&lt;/strong&gt; Heyyy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eunice:&lt;/strong&gt; Oh HIII! I love to talk to people like you. Apparently, using other peoples' names is not very nice. And errrr, I'm busy now. Can I ignore you some other time? Thank you, (Rolls eyes)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: I wonder what is it with people and doing these, like what, trying to start bad blood? Or are you just getting back at them by using my name. (Er what, you had 10 plastic surgeries and is fake? :B) Don't even think about getting back at them coz your just stepping into a deep pile of shit. Hmm. Wait, do I actually care? No I don't, pardon me but you've just mistaken me as someone who truly gives a damn, I just wanted to see what kinda comebacks you have. :) In fact, I love Ame and Maxine very very much! 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