<?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-8744575</id><updated>2011-04-22T12:51:25.366+08:00</updated><title type='text'>deja-vu... seen before...</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dejavu-lyn.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8744575/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dejavu-lyn.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' 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ms;"&gt;"intangible is like love. you can't feel it. tangible is like your butt. i can feel it."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;- XXXXXXX&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;"&gt;but yes. i'll miss you sha gua. take care and be good k?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8744575-7883715429673710056?l=dejavu-lyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dejavu-lyn.blogspot.com/feeds/7883715429673710056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8744575-5566111460558676211?l=dejavu-lyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dejavu-lyn.blogspot.com/feeds/5566111460558676211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8744575&amp;postID=5566111460558676211' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8744575/posts/default/5566111460558676211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8744575/posts/default/5566111460558676211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dejavu-lyn.blogspot.com/2007/12/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>= d.e.j.a = v.u =</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-8744575.post-6864624748778284509</id><published>2007-11-22T15:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-22T15:37:25.221+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>爱情 不是一道选择题。&lt;br /&gt;我知道，那个时候你就已经做了决定。&lt;br /&gt;你心里永远都有著一个相信。&lt;br /&gt;而我的相信，就是支持著你的相信。&lt;br /&gt;因为，我心里有三个字，&lt;br /&gt;不能告诉你…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;如果没有你和他的约定&lt;br /&gt;我的爱会不会有一种权利&lt;br /&gt;成为你的行李&lt;br /&gt;陪著你去旅行&lt;br /&gt;无论是北极还是雨林&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我还守著我和他的约定&lt;br /&gt;最後幸福会写下一份证明&lt;br /&gt;就算没有日期&lt;br /&gt;就算还会伤心&lt;br /&gt;我仍相信生命的奇迹&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;不该再用我的爱困住你&lt;br /&gt;不该再让你眼中有泪滴&lt;br /&gt;好无力 去找寻&lt;br /&gt;那三个字的替代句&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;也许我们从此不再相遇&lt;br /&gt;永远记得你微笑的眼睛&lt;br /&gt;别伤心 你放心&lt;br /&gt;我知道三个字的意义&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;如果有一天 命运让我们再次相遇&lt;br /&gt;而你的答案还缺少一个回应&lt;br /&gt;或许你不知道&lt;br /&gt;其实我也在等待 另一个奇迹&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我还守著我和他的约定&lt;br /&gt;最後幸福会写下一份证明&lt;br /&gt;就算没有日期&lt;br /&gt;就算还会伤心&lt;br /&gt;我仍相信生命的奇迹&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;不该再用我的爱困住你&lt;br /&gt;不该再让你眼中有泪滴&lt;br /&gt;好无力 去找寻&lt;br /&gt;那三个字的替代句&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;也许我们从此不再相遇&lt;br /&gt;永远记得你微笑的眼睛&lt;br /&gt;别伤心 你放心&lt;br /&gt;我知道三个字的意义&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;别伤心 你放心我知道(那)三个字的意义&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;当你笑著找到 你的相信&lt;br /&gt;我会将这三个字 化作你的姓名&lt;br /&gt;永远的 放在心里...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;- 三个字 (乔乔/阮经天)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://youtube.com/watch?v=3vBg__wpLZk"&gt;三个字&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8744575-6864624748778284509?l=dejavu-lyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dejavu-lyn.blogspot.com/feeds/6864624748778284509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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href="http://youtube.com/watch?v=5pOWZ458oSs"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;part 1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://youtube.com/watch?v=xb1ak8WGqPo"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;part 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;=(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8744575-6965263155202050873?l=dejavu-lyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dejavu-lyn.blogspot.com/feeds/6965263155202050873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8744575&amp;postID=6965263155202050873' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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trebuchet ms;"&gt;INSTRUCTIONS :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;a) Bold the statements that are true to you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;b) Italicize the statements that you WISH are true.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;c) Leave the fibs alone.Then, pick 7 people to do the same test...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;1) I miss somebody right now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;2) I do not watch tv these days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;3) I wear glasses or contact lenses.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;4) I love to play video games.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;5) I have tried marijuana.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;6) I have been in a threesome.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;7) I believe honesty is usually the best policy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;8) I have changed mentally over the last year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;9) I curse. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;(?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;10) I’m totally smart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;11) I’ve broken someone’s bones. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;(indirectly)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;12) I’m paranoid sometimes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;13) I would get plastic surgery if it were 100% safe, free of cost, and scar-free.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;14) I need money right now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;15) I love sushi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;16) I talk really, really fast.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;17) I have long hair.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;18) I have lost money in Las Vegas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;19) I have at least one sibling.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;20) I have worn fake hair/fingernails/eyelashes in the past.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;21) I couldn’t survive without Caller ID.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;22) I like the way I look.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;23) I am usually pessimistic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;24) I have a lot of mood swings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;25) I have a hidden talent.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;26) I’m always hyper.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;27) I have a lot of friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;28) I have pecked someone of the same sex.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;29) I enjoy talking on the phone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;30) I practically live in sweatpants or PJ pants.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;31) I love to shop.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;32) Enjoy window shopping.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;33) I would rather shop than eat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;34) I don’t hate anyone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;35) I’m a pretty good dancer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;36) I’m completely embarrassed to be seen with my mother.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;37) I have a cell phone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;38) I believe in God.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;39) I am an adrenaline junkie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;40) I watch MTV on a daily basis.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;41) I have passed out drunk in the past 6 months.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;42) I’ve rejected someone before.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;43) I want to have children in the future.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;44) I have changed a diaper before.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;45) I’ve called the cops on a friend before.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;46) I’m not allergic to anything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;47) I have a lot to learn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;48) I’m shy around members of the opposite sex.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;49) I have made a move on a friends’ significant other or crush in the past.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;50) I have tried alcohol before.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;51) I own the South Park movie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;52) I would die for my best friend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;53) I think that Pizza Hut has the best pizza.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;54) I have used my sexuality to advance my career.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;55) I love Michael Jackson, scandals and all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;56) Halloween is awesome because you get free candy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;57) I watch Spongebob Squarepants and I like it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;58) I am happy at this moment!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;59) I’m obsessed with girls/guys.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;60) I tie my shoelaces differently from anyone I’ve ever met.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;61) I study for tests most of the time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;62) I am comfortable with who I am right now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;63) I have more than just my ears pierced.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;64) I walk barefoot wherever I can.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;65) I have jumped off a bridge.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;66) I love sea turtles.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;67) I spend ridiculous money on makeup.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;68) Plan on achieving a major goal &amp;amp; dream&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;69) I’m proficient in a musical instrument.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;70) I hate office jobs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;71) I love sci-fi movies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;72) I think water rules.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;73) I went college out of state&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;74) I like sausages.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;75) I love kisses.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;76) I fall for the worst people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;77) I adore bright colours.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;78) I can’t live without black eyeliner.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;79) I don't know why the hell I just did this stupid thing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;80) I usually like covers better than originals.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;81) I can pick up things with my toes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;82) I can whistle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;83) I can move my tongue in waves, much like a snake’s slither.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;84) I have ridden/&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;owned&lt;/span&gt; a horse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;85) I still have every journal I’ve written in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;86) I can’t stick to a diet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;87) I talk in my sleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;88) I try to forget things by drowning them out with loads of distractions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;89) I have jazz in my blood.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;90) Climbing trees is a brilliant past-time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;91) I wear a toe ring.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;92) I can’t stand at LEAST one person that I work with.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;93) I am a caffeine junkie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;94) I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;cosplay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; or know what cosplaying is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;95) I have been to over 15 conventions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;96) I will collect anything, and the more nonsensical the better.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;97) I’m an artist.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;98) I only clean my room when necessary.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;99) I like a person of the same sex.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;100) I love being happy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8744575-2630220079931382752?l=dejavu-lyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dejavu-lyn.blogspot.com/feeds/2630220079931382752/comments/default' title='Post 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type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;happy 6th. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;thanks for everything. not just today, but yesterday, the day before, the last 6 months, and all the days ahead. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8744575-1258202867083589070?l=dejavu-lyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dejavu-lyn.blogspot.com/feeds/1258202867083589070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8744575&amp;postID=1258202867083589070' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8744575/posts/default/1258202867083589070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8744575/posts/default/1258202867083589070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dejavu-lyn.blogspot.com/2007/09/happy-6th.html' title=''/><author><name>= d.e.j.a = v.u =</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-8744575.post-8848722333406524864</id><published>2007-09-01T19:55:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-01T19:56:55.474+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Earth in beauty dressed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Awaits returning spring.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;All true love must die,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Alter at the best&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Into some lesser thing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Prove that I lie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Such body lovers have,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Such exacting breath,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;That they touch or sigh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Every touch they give,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Love is nearer death.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Prove that I lie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;- 'Her Anxiety' by W.B. Yeats&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8744575-8848722333406524864?l=dejavu-lyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dejavu-lyn.blogspot.com/feeds/8848722333406524864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8744575&amp;postID=8848722333406524864' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8744575/posts/default/8848722333406524864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8744575/posts/default/8848722333406524864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dejavu-lyn.blogspot.com/2007/09/earth-in-beauty-dressed-awaits.html' title=''/><author><name>= d.e.j.a = v.u =</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-8744575.post-3388872901738687348</id><published>2007-08-10T18:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-10T18:20:49.208+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>她总是不言不语&lt;br /&gt;黄昏等到天微明&lt;br /&gt;拔弄着怀那把无弘琴&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;寂寞里秋来春去&lt;br /&gt;诺言随风都飘零&lt;br /&gt;梦中人还是没捎来一点消息&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;一千零一夜&lt;br /&gt;没有一夜不思念&lt;br /&gt;每一份想念&lt;br /&gt;化做不成双的蝶&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;一千零一夜&lt;br /&gt;没有一夜不流泪&lt;br /&gt;流到心里面变成雪&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;那一夜&lt;br /&gt;一场大雨&lt;br /&gt;园里的花落满地&lt;br /&gt;那是他为她种的金线菊&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;当有人劝她放弃&lt;br /&gt;她会微笑看着你&lt;br /&gt;手心中紧紧握着发黄的回忆&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;一千零一夜&lt;br /&gt;夜夜看到她思念&lt;br /&gt;究竟谁让她有那么忧虑的脸&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;一千零一夜&lt;br /&gt;夜夜听到她流泪&lt;br /&gt;不知该怎么去安慰&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;是真心都疼真心&lt;br /&gt;让我就从今夜起&lt;br /&gt;在身边为她轻唱温暖的旋律&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://youtube.com/watch?v=7-n_FxWT6rU"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;http://youtube.com/watch?v=7-n_FxWT6rU&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;its old school. but its precisely what brings back all those memories and the people in those memories.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;the lyrics never struck me until now. i guess i just loved the melody back then but never really understood or could be expected to understand the meaning of those words. all i remember then, and now, is the haunting "&lt;em&gt;yi qian ling yi ye..."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;just ignore the guy's face and expressions/gestures. =p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8744575-3388872901738687348?l=dejavu-lyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dejavu-lyn.blogspot.com/feeds/3388872901738687348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8744575&amp;postID=3388872901738687348' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8744575/posts/default/3388872901738687348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8744575/posts/default/3388872901738687348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dejavu-lyn.blogspot.com/2007/08/httpyoutube.html' title=''/><author><name>= d.e.j.a = v.u =</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-8744575.post-8807140883418731450</id><published>2007-07-30T11:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-30T11:46:24.492+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;*growl*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i will remember to change my font before i post.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i will remember to change my font before i post.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i will remember to change my font before i post.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i will remember to change my font before i post.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i will remember to change..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;*changes font*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8744575-8807140883418731450?l=dejavu-lyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dejavu-lyn.blogspot.com/feeds/8807140883418731450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;開始的感覺&lt;br /&gt;kai shi de gan jue&lt;br /&gt;At first you will feel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;不會痛　不會痛&lt;br /&gt;bu hui tong bu hui tong&lt;br /&gt;No pain, no pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;放大的瞳孔　就像作夢&lt;br /&gt;fang da de tong kong jiu xiang zuo meng&lt;br /&gt;In your enlarged pupils, it is like a dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;幸福的錯覺　&lt;br /&gt;xing fu de cuo jue&lt;br /&gt;The mistaken sense of happiness,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;很溫暖　很包容&lt;br /&gt;hen wen nuan hen bao rong&lt;br /&gt;Is very warm, very embracing;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;也許還期待&lt;br /&gt;ye xu hai qi dai&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps you are even anticipating this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;這是致命的衝動　&lt;br /&gt;zhe shi zhi ming de chong dong&lt;br /&gt;This is a life-destroying impulse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;這美麗的悲哀&lt;br /&gt;zhe mei li de bei ai&lt;br /&gt;This beautiful tragedy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;這是愛 就是愛　&lt;br /&gt;zhe shi ai jiu shi ai&lt;br /&gt;This is love, this must be love,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;全世界都不明白&lt;br /&gt;quan shi jie dou bu ming bai&lt;br /&gt;But in the whole world doesn’t understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;note: NOT. angsting. just struck me that this's kinda true i guess. =S &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8744575-8954225304465047142?l=dejavu-lyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dejavu-lyn.blogspot.com/feeds/8954225304465047142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8744575&amp;postID=8954225304465047142' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8744575/posts/default/8954225304465047142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8744575/posts/default/8954225304465047142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dejavu-lyn.blogspot.com/2007/07/kai-shi-de-gan-jue-at-first-you-will.html' title=''/><author><name>= d.e.j.a = v.u =</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-8744575.post-2503629268029671324</id><published>2007-06-23T17:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-23T17:03:31.018+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;let's see when you'll notice this. dum di dum.. sleepy poo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;=p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;SATs was kinda roar. roar in the boo sense. boo in the pok sense. pok in the ewwwww sense. ewwwwww in the i don't wanna waste another ____ hours of my life doing this stupid thing sense.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;but overall roar, boo, pok, ewwwwww, i don't wanna waste another ______ hours of my life doing this stupid thing as it might be, i'll probably take it again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;shit. add a "im so stupid" to that list.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8744575-2503629268029671324?l=dejavu-lyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dejavu-lyn.blogspot.com/feeds/2503629268029671324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8744575&amp;postID=2503629268029671324' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8744575/posts/default/2503629268029671324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8744575/posts/default/2503629268029671324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dejavu-lyn.blogspot.com/2007/06/lets-see-when-youll-notice-this.html' title=''/><author><name>= d.e.j.a = v.u =</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-8744575.post-1984693616533437265</id><published>2007-04-06T23:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-06T23:29:58.291+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;16 more days. in a few more hours, it'll be 15 more days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;18 seems like such a big number. it seems so foreign.. it's almost scary.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i don't know what i want.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;you're the only constant.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;and im &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;selfishly&lt;/span&gt; wishing things will never change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i know im not making much sense at 23:27/28.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;maybe im just afraid of growing up..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8744575-1984693616533437265?l=dejavu-lyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dejavu-lyn.blogspot.com/feeds/1984693616533437265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8744575&amp;postID=1984693616533437265' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8744575/posts/default/1984693616533437265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8744575/posts/default/1984693616533437265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dejavu-lyn.blogspot.com/2007/04/16-more-days.html' title=''/><author><name>= d.e.j.a = v.u =</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-8744575.post-4164413564278138910</id><published>2007-03-26T17:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-26T17:49:10.315+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;dum. got my essay back. not fabulous.. but its kinda an improvement. just need to work on my time management now. hopefully it won't be too much of a disappointment. &gt;.&lt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;wonky nose makes me wanna shleeeeeeepppppp..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8744575-4164413564278138910?l=dejavu-lyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dejavu-lyn.blogspot.com/feeds/4164413564278138910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8744575&amp;postID=4164413564278138910' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8744575/posts/default/4164413564278138910'/><link rel='self' 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enough.. to the extent that its "too bad for". i don't wanna feel this way.. wish i didn't have to feel this way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;=S/=(&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;dum. ignore that. since YOU make me smile. and strike &lt;s&gt;angsty posts&lt;/s&gt; things out. =p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8744575-307746731819186416?l=dejavu-lyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dejavu-lyn.blogspot.com/feeds/307746731819186416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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ms;"&gt;roarrrrrrrrrrr!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;stupid gmail account thingum. &gt;.&lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;niwae.. down to the real reason why im here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;everything's been such a blur. its week after week after week of the same thing. i've given up on saying "next week will be better". it seems depressing but that's the way it is. i don't know when all this will stop. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;there seems to be a break in sight.. but then again, that's what i thought the last few weeks when i went "next week will be better". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;i really don't wanna burn out so soon. and they say it'll only get worse later. i can't burn out so soon. this shouldn't be happening.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;im just really afraid i'll snap one day at someone who really doesn't deserve it. and i don't want to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;but there's nothing much i can do i guess. besides finishing this entry asap and getting back to work. meanwhile, just thanks for all the things that's been happening/people around me who've been keeping me sane and just understanding.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8744575-3682104531237826404?l=dejavu-lyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dejavu-lyn.blogspot.com/feeds/3682104531237826404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8744575&amp;postID=3682104531237826404' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8744575/posts/default/3682104531237826404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8744575/posts/default/3682104531237826404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dejavu-lyn.blogspot.com/2007/02/roarrrrrrrrrrr.html' title=''/><author><name>= d.e.j.a = v.u =</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-8744575.post-5704381684267358471</id><published>2006-12-03T16:33:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-03T16:33:50.201+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;how much does it take for someone to become "more mature"?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8744575-5704381684267358471?l=dejavu-lyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dejavu-lyn.blogspot.com/feeds/5704381684267358471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8744575&amp;postID=5704381684267358471' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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&lt;b&gt;Theater&lt;/b&gt;. You should be a Theater major! Like a bohemian actress, you are seasoned and confident and not afraid to express yourself!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="'0'" cellpadding="'0'" width="'300'" border="'0'"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';"&gt;Theater&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="'0'" cellpadding="'0'" width="'100'" bgcolor="#00dddd" border="'1'"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';"&gt;100%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';"&gt;Sociology&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="'0'" cellpadding="'0'" width="'100'" bgcolor="#00dddd" border="'1'"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';"&gt;100%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';"&gt;Linguistics&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="'0'" cellpadding="'0'" width="'92'" bgcolor="#00dddd" border="'1'"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';"&gt;92%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';"&gt;English&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="'0'" cellpadding="'0'" width="'92'" bgcolor="#00dddd" border="'1'"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';"&gt;92%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';"&gt;Journalism&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="'0'" cellpadding="'0'" width="'92'" bgcolor="#00dddd" border="'1'"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';"&gt;92%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';"&gt;Anthropology&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="'0'" cellpadding="'0'" width="'92'" bgcolor="#00dddd" border="'1'"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';"&gt;92%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';"&gt;Dance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="'0'" cellpadding="'0'" width="'83'" bgcolor="#00dddd" border="'1'"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';"&gt;83%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';"&gt;Art&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="'0'" cellpadding="'0'" width="'83'" bgcolor="#00dddd" border="'1'"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';"&gt;83%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';"&gt;Psychology&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="'0'" cellpadding="'0'" width="'67'" bgcolor="#00dddd" border="'1'"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';"&gt;67%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';"&gt;Philosophy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="'0'" cellpadding="'0'" width="'58'" bgcolor="#00dddd" border="'1'"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';"&gt;58%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';"&gt;Mathematics&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="'0'" cellpadding="'0'" width="'42'" bgcolor="#00dddd" border="'1'"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';"&gt;42%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';"&gt;Biology&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="'0'" cellpadding="'0'" width="'33'" bgcolor="#00dddd" border="'1'"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';"&gt;33%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';"&gt;Engineering&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="'0'" cellpadding="'0'" width="'33'" bgcolor="#00dddd" border="'1'"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';"&gt;33%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';"&gt;Chemistry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="'0'" cellpadding="'0'" width="'25'" bgcolor="#00dddd" border="'1'"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';"&gt;25%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://beta.blogger.com/" size="1" q_id=""&gt;What is your Perfect Major? (PLEASE RATE ME!!&amp;lt;3)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;created with &lt;a href="http://beta.blogger.com/"&gt;QuizFarm.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;wokayyyy. =p haha.. it was either that or &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="'0'" cellpadding="'5'" width="'600'" border="'0'"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;You scored as &lt;b&gt;Sociology&lt;/b&gt;. You should be a Sociology major!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="'0'" cellpadding="'0'" width="'300'" border="'0'"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';"&gt;Theater&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="'0'" cellpadding="'0'" width="'100'" bgcolor="#00dddd" border="'1'"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';"&gt;100%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';"&gt;Sociology&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="'0'" cellpadding="'0'" width="'100'" bgcolor="#00dddd" border="'1'"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';"&gt;100%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';"&gt;Linguistics&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="'0'" cellpadding="'0'" width="'92'" bgcolor="#00dddd" border="'1'"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';"&gt;92%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';"&gt;English&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="'0'" cellpadding="'0'" width="'92'" bgcolor="#00dddd" border="'1'"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';"&gt;92%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';"&gt;Journalism&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="'0'" cellpadding="'0'" width="'92'" bgcolor="#00dddd" border="'1'"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';"&gt;92%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';"&gt;Anthropology&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="'0'" cellpadding="'0'" width="'92'" bgcolor="#00dddd" border="'1'"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';"&gt;92%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';"&gt;Dance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="'0'" cellpadding="'0'" width="'83'" bgcolor="#00dddd" border="'1'"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';"&gt;83%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';"&gt;Art&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="'0'" cellpadding="'0'" width="'83'" bgcolor="#00dddd" border="'1'"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';"&gt;83%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';"&gt;Psychology&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="'0'" cellpadding="'0'" width="'67'" bgcolor="#00dddd" border="'1'"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';"&gt;67%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';"&gt;Philosophy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="'0'" cellpadding="'0'" width="'58'" bgcolor="#00dddd" border="'1'"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';"&gt;58%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';"&gt;Mathematics&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="'0'" cellpadding="'0'" width="'42'" bgcolor="#00dddd" border="'1'"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';"&gt;42%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';"&gt;Biology&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="'0'" cellpadding="'0'" width="'33'" bgcolor="#00dddd" border="'1'"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';"&gt;33%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';"&gt;Engineering&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="'0'" cellpadding="'0'" width="'33'" bgcolor="#00dddd" border="'1'"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';"&gt;33%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';"&gt;Chemistry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="'0'" cellpadding="'0'" width="'25'" bgcolor="#00dddd" border="'1'"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';"&gt;25%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://beta.blogger.com/" size="1" q_id=""&gt;What is your Perfect Major? (PLEASE RATE ME!!&amp;lt;3)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;created with &lt;a href="http://beta.blogger.com/"&gt;QuizFarm.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;this. or this..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="'0'" cellpadding="'5'" width="'600'" border="'0'"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;You scored as &lt;b&gt;Linguistics&lt;/b&gt;. You should be a Linguistics major!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="'0'" cellpadding="'0'" width="'300'" border="'0'"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';"&gt;English&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="'0'" cellpadding="'0'" width="'100'" bgcolor="#00dddd" border="'1'"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';"&gt;100%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';"&gt;Sociology&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="'0'" cellpadding="'0'" width="'100'" bgcolor="#00dddd" border="'1'"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';"&gt;100%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';"&gt;Linguistics&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="'0'" cellpadding="'0'" width="'100'" bgcolor="#00dddd" border="'1'"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';"&gt;100%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';"&gt;Theater&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="'0'" cellpadding="'0'" width="'92'" bgcolor="#00dddd" border="'1'"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';"&gt;92%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';"&gt;Journalism&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="'0'" cellpadding="'0'" width="'92'" bgcolor="#00dddd" border="'1'"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';"&gt;92%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';"&gt;Art&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="'0'" cellpadding="'0'" width="'83'" bgcolor="#00dddd" border="'1'"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';"&gt;83%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';"&gt;Anthropology&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="'0'" cellpadding="'0'" width="'83'" bgcolor="#00dddd" border="'1'"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';"&gt;83%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';"&gt;Dance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="'0'" cellpadding="'0'" width="'75'" bgcolor="#00dddd" border="'1'"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';"&gt;75%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';"&gt;Philosophy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="'0'" cellpadding="'0'" width="'67'" bgcolor="#00dddd" border="'1'"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';"&gt;67%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';"&gt;Psychology&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="'0'" cellpadding="'0'" width="'58'" bgcolor="#00dddd" border="'1'"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';"&gt;58%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';"&gt;Mathematics&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="'0'" cellpadding="'0'" width="'42'" bgcolor="#00dddd" border="'1'"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';"&gt;42%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';"&gt;Biology&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="'0'" cellpadding="'0'" width="'33'" bgcolor="#00dddd" border="'1'"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';"&gt;33%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';"&gt;Chemistry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="'0'" cellpadding="'0'" width="'25'" bgcolor="#00dddd" border="'1'"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';"&gt;25%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';"&gt;Engineering&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="'0'" cellpadding="'0'" width="'25'" bgcolor="#00dddd" border="'1'"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';"&gt;25%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://beta.blogger.com/" size="1" q_id=""&gt;What is your Perfect Major? (PLEASE RATE ME!!&amp;lt;3)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;created with &lt;a href="http://beta.blogger.com/"&gt;QuizFarm.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;or this. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="'0'" cellpadding="'5'" width="'600'" border="'0'"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;You scored as &lt;b&gt;English&lt;/b&gt;. You should be an English major! Your passion lies in writing and expressing yourself creatively, and you hate it when you are inhibited from doing so. Pursue that interest of yours!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="'0'" cellpadding="'0'" width="'300'" border="'0'"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';"&gt;English&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="'0'" cellpadding="'0'" width="'100'" bgcolor="#00dddd" border="'1'"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';"&gt;100%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';"&gt;Sociology&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="'0'" cellpadding="'0'" width="'100'" bgcolor="#00dddd" border="'1'"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';"&gt;100%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';"&gt;Linguistics&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="'0'" cellpadding="'0'" width="'100'" bgcolor="#00dddd" border="'1'"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';"&gt;100%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';"&gt;Theater&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="'0'" cellpadding="'0'" width="'92'" bgcolor="#00dddd" border="'1'"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';"&gt;92%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';"&gt;Journalism&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="'0'" cellpadding="'0'" width="'92'" bgcolor="#00dddd" border="'1'"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';"&gt;92%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';"&gt;Art&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="'0'" cellpadding="'0'" width="'83'" bgcolor="#00dddd" border="'1'"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';"&gt;83%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';"&gt;Anthropology&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="'0'" cellpadding="'0'" width="'83'" bgcolor="#00dddd" border="'1'"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';"&gt;83%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';"&gt;Dance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="'0'" cellpadding="'0'" width="'75'" bgcolor="#00dddd" border="'1'"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';"&gt;75%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';"&gt;Philosophy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="'0'" cellpadding="'0'" width="'67'" bgcolor="#00dddd" border="'1'"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';"&gt;67%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';"&gt;Psychology&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="'0'" cellpadding="'0'" width="'58'" bgcolor="#00dddd" border="'1'"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';"&gt;58%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';"&gt;Mathematics&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="'0'" cellpadding="'0'" width="'42'" bgcolor="#00dddd" border="'1'"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';"&gt;42%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';"&gt;Biology&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="'0'" cellpadding="'0'" width="'33'" bgcolor="#00dddd" border="'1'"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';"&gt;33%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';"&gt;Chemistry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="'0'" cellpadding="'0'" width="'25'" bgcolor="#00dddd" border="'1'"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';"&gt;25%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';"&gt;Engineering&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="'0'" cellpadding="'0'" width="'25'" bgcolor="#00dddd" border="'1'"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';"&gt;25%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://beta.blogger.com/" size="1" q_id=""&gt;What is your Perfect Major? (PLEASE RATE ME!!&amp;lt;3)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;created with &lt;a href="http://beta.blogger.com/"&gt;QuizFarm.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;oh well.. whichever. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;its just kinda.. =S to have your lit teacher suddenly pop you an email reminding you that you haven't finished your lit book and have actually been.. backtracking. and that there're assignments due when the year starts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8744575-3760931610507500596?l=dejavu-lyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dejavu-lyn.blogspot.com/feeds/3760931610507500596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8744575&amp;postID=3760931610507500596' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8744575/posts/default/3760931610507500596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8744575/posts/default/3760931610507500596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dejavu-lyn.blogspot.com/2006/11/you-scored-as-theater.html' title=''/><author><name>= d.e.j.a = v.u =</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-8744575.post-3684211555471416080</id><published>2006-11-24T10:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-24T11:06:08.440+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My ex...&lt;/strong&gt; pssssssh. what ex? screwed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Maybe I should...&lt;/strong&gt; stop angsting about that matter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I love...&lt;/strong&gt; pabo oppa. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;People would say that i'm...&lt;/strong&gt; angsty. yes. mostly angsty.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I don't understand...&lt;/strong&gt; why math is still so screwed up for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When i wake up in the morning...&lt;/strong&gt; i usually check which stuffed toy fell off my bed this time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I lost...&lt;/strong&gt; half my sanity when my cousins came over yesterday. along with half my bad mood. which came back really soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Life is full of...&lt;/strong&gt; up-s and down-s.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My past is...&lt;/strong&gt; screaming "WASTE OF TIME!!!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I get annoyed when...&lt;/strong&gt; people do things without thinking about what they're actually doing. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;shallnotangstshallnotangstshallnotangst.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Parties are...&lt;/strong&gt; fun with the right group of people around. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I wish...&lt;/strong&gt; it won't rain before i reach the range and when i reach the range.. i won't snap at people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dogs...&lt;/strong&gt; man's best friend! =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cats...&lt;/strong&gt; are not number 1 on my "pets i like" list. seven's the only exception.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tomorrow...&lt;/strong&gt; i have piano. urgh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I have low tolerance...&lt;/strong&gt; for alot of small nitty gritty things. bite me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If I had a million dollars...&lt;/strong&gt; i'd fly to korea and buy all the stuff i want, give some people long over-due treats, buy myself some stuff here and there and save the rest up!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm totally terrified...&lt;/strong&gt; of death. not my death. but others. and the things that follow when death occurs. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i miss sabby. =( somehow seeing her in school, although a really rare occurence, just makes me feel so much better.. its like some kinda reassurance. she's just a really important part of that crazy secondary school life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8744575-3684211555471416080?l=dejavu-lyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dejavu-lyn.blogspot.com/feeds/3684211555471416080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8744575&amp;postID=3684211555471416080' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8744575/posts/default/3684211555471416080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8744575/posts/default/3684211555471416080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dejavu-lyn.blogspot.com/2006/11/my-ex.html' title=''/><author><name>= d.e.j.a = v.u =</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-8744575.post-5841947604674329178</id><published>2006-11-18T11:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-18T11:45:57.729+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;01. I've always been a loner.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;02. Pretty girls make me squeal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;03. I love long hair on guys.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;04. I'm second in my class.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;05. I have a bad habit of using faces.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;06. I have multiple eating disorders.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;07. I hate when people pretend to be bi in order to be trendy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;08. I hate the phrase "metro sexual."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;09. My goal in life is to travel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;10. kyo. &lt;em&gt;??? huh??&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;11. I detest children over the age of 3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;12. I'm still a child at heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;13. I'm the best at ping pong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;14. I was in love with Johnny Depp before anyone even considered making The Pirates of the Caribbean.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;15. Pink is one of the best colors.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;16. I am pro-choice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;17. No offense, but I'm sick of seeing Jack Sparrow icons.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;18. People say I have no body fat, but oh, are they wrong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;19. I prefer being single. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;20. I am a jealous person.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;21. I hate criticism, even though it helps me more than I think it does. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;kinda..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;22. I don't know how to respond to compliments.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;23. I love writing, even though I think my writing is terrible.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;24. I wear a ton of makeup. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;25. I look at everyone's AIM info every time they're online, even though they rarely change.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;26. I also read everyone's away messages.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;27. I have been known to play video games for unhealthy amounts of time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;28. I am passionate about all of my interests.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;29. I hate people who hold strong opinions on things they know nothing about.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;30. I hate it when people look over my shoulder.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;31. I don't like what I look like.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;32. I'm a grammar-nazi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;33. I procrastinate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;34. I hate DragonBall Z.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;35. I sleep too little.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;36. Je parle le francais.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;37. I am obsessed with making journal icons.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;38. I eat more junk food than regular food.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;39. I think Xanga is the best journal site out there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;40. In fact... I really dislike LJ.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;41. I cry over everything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;42. A lot of people in my school dislike me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;43. I complain about everything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;44. I have a very high-pitched voice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;45. I squeak a lot, involuntarily, and often get made fun of for it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;46. I'm indecisive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;47. It makes me mad when things I like become trendy.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;long story..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;48. I could live off of sushi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;49. I have a lot more money than do most of my friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;50. I like girls with dark hair.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;51. No one listens to the same music as me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;52. It is a proven fact that I prefer talking to people online if they use complete sentences and correct grammar/punctuation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;53. It's easier than most would expect to make me cry. &lt;em&gt;ermmmmm.........&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;54. I'm tired of worrying about shit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;55. I correct others' spelling/grammar quite often.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;56. I don't play any team sports for my school.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;57. I want to go to Japan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;58. I hate sounding obsessed with a musical artist.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;59. I like it when my friends write me letters, it makes me feel special.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;60. I never want to get married.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;61. I like PIRATES!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;62. I hate any alcoholic drinks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;63. I prefer urban life over rural life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;64. I'm obsessed with fashion.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;65. I like to make my own clothes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;66. My grades are very important to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;67. Contrary to popular belief, I don't hate everyone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;68. I hate a lot of people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;69. Androgyny is sexy. :) &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;at times. =)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;71. I rant too much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;72. I hog the covers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;73. I'm online a lot. I have no life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;74. I am a good judge of character.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;75. I find it difficult to be friends with stupid people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;76. I am obsessed with anime.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;77. I like to read a lot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;78. I can be really mean when I want to. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;79. I can also be more thoughtful than a lot of people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;80. I always try to help others as much as I can. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;if im not trying to be mean to them. =p&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;81. I'm very extremely irritable.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;82. I've never cheated in school, and I hate people that do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;83. I've never cheated in a relationship,&lt;/strong&gt; and if anyone ever cheated on me, he would never get a second chance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;84. My parents are divorced.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;85. Narrow minded people make me want to get a gun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;86. I have a stepmother.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;87. I love ice cream.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;88. I haven't watched The Sound of Music yet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;89. I hate people that cut to be trendy, and I think it's just crazy that there are people who only do that to be cool.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;90. I hate having the feeling that I'm not going to go anywhere in life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;91. I don't like crowds. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;at times.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;92. I hate people that think the mall is the root of all evil. It's just a place. Get over it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;93. I'm not as much of a TV addict as I used to be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;94. Most of my friends hate Bush&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;95. I am better at keeping secrets than are most of my friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;96. I'm a lazy ass.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;97. I love my parents, but never know how to show them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;98. I am not yet in college, or am I going back soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;99. I have no idea where I'd like to go to college. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;100. I wish there were more questions, I'm on a roll.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8744575-5841947604674329178?l=dejavu-lyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dejavu-lyn.blogspot.com/feeds/5841947604674329178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8744575&amp;postID=5841947604674329178' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8744575/posts/default/5841947604674329178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8744575/posts/default/5841947604674329178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dejavu-lyn.blogspot.com/2006/11/01.html' title=''/><author><name>= d.e.j.a = v.u =</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-8744575.post-116321510935367927</id><published>2006-11-11T11:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T15:42:33.406+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;you guys put a smile on my face which i can never seem to wipe off. &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;gosh.. i can't believe i just used "&lt;3"&gt;.&lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8744575-116321510935367927?l=dejavu-lyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dejavu-lyn.blogspot.com/feeds/116321510935367927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8744575&amp;postID=116321510935367927' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8744575/posts/default/116321510935367927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8744575/posts/default/116321510935367927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dejavu-lyn.blogspot.com/2006/11/you-guys-put-smile-on-my-face-which-i.html' title=''/><author><name>= d.e.j.a = v.u =</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-8744575.post-116297244602986582</id><published>2006-11-08T15:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-08T15:55:56.460+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i almost banged my head against the wall last night when i switched to channel 51 and saw that they were halfway through the SJ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=S-NWlOBO_Cg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"U" mv&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;. except i couldn't do that cause i had to stare mouth agape at the tv screen until the mv ended.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;sungmin. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;heechul. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;*dies*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;note:&lt;/strong&gt; youtube quality of the mv sucks. totally does the mv (and the guys inside) no justice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8744575-116297244602986582?l=dejavu-lyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dejavu-lyn.blogspot.com/feeds/116297244602986582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8744575&amp;postID=116297244602986582' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8744575/posts/default/116297244602986582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8744575/posts/default/116297244602986582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dejavu-lyn.blogspot.com/2006/11/i-almost-banged-my-head-against-wall.html' title=''/><author><name>= d.e.j.a = v.u =</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-8744575.post-116244499370427045</id><published>2006-11-02T13:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-02T13:23:13.733+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;im so bored it's disgusting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;How many times can you honestly say you've been in love?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;0. so there you have it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Do you believe that everyone has a soul-mate?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;yep!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Do you think that you should become friends with someone first?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;isn't it a given?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Have you ever had your heart broken?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;psssshh..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;What do you think about long-distance relationships?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;like like that lorh. =p haha.. ok.. seriously.. why not? takes alot to maintain though.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Your thoughts on online relationships?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;possible but can be quite screwed up. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Would you date someone five years older?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;why not? except pabo oppa's just a year older and he's all im considering. =p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Have you ever seen a friend as more than a friend?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;huh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Do you believe the statement, "Once a cheater always a cheater"?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;nope. its just that the other party probably won't trust you as much as before and will always remember that "cheater" bit to you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Have you ever loved someone so much that it hurt &amp; you cried?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;analysis of question: love? nope and we'll stop it at that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;How many kids do you want to have?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Is there someone whom you like at the moment?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i like the world and the world likes me? i hope? ^__^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Do you usually fall for a wrong guy/girl or the right guy/girl?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;huh? what's wrong and what's right? ahhhhh.. philo eh? =p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;What is your favorite color?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;blue. ask again and i'll smack something.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;What are your views on gay marriages?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;why not?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Have you ever broken someone's heart?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;have i? don't think so.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Have you ever given or been given roses?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;yep. didn't mean anything much though.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Are you the one who makes the move or do you wait for them to make the move?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;im too lazy to move and too slow to comprehend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;What is your all time favorite romance movie?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;urgh. don't know don't care don't ask.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Imagine you're 79 &amp; your spouse just died, would you remarry after they died &amp;amp; you were married for 60 years?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;as angie put it: crazy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;At what age did you start noticing the opposite/same sex?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;really really early. like my dad, and my cousins and my classmates......... im not so mean as to pretend they're invisible you know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Are most high school kids infatuated or in love?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;infatuated?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;What was your first love(like)?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;once again, don't know don't care don't ask.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;What's the longest you've ever liked someone?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;ask me the second before i die.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Would you give up everything for love?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;quite very possibly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Will your life be incomplete without love?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;my life's not over.. ask me that when it is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;What do you like most about your crush?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;what crush??? ^___^ his ass. psssssssssshh. PLEASE!!!!! do NOT take that statement seriously.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Do you like someone?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;s&gt;love&lt;/s&gt; liking makes the world go round. =p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Want to get married?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;and be a tai-tai, yes. sigh.. ok.. scratch that tai-tai bit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8744575-116244499370427045?l=dejavu-lyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dejavu-lyn.blogspot.com/feeds/116244499370427045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8744575&amp;postID=116244499370427045' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8744575/posts/default/116244499370427045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8744575/posts/default/116244499370427045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dejavu-lyn.blogspot.com/2006/11/im-so-bored-its-disgusting.html' title=''/><author><name>= d.e.j.a = v.u =</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-8744575.post-116244391422169065</id><published>2006-11-02T12:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-02T13:05:14.226+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;its been ages since i did one of these so..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Who was the last person that...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;1. Made you smile: truly smile? brown cow. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;2. Saw you cry: no one unless you count mr ruffles who's not really a person&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;3. Went to the movies with you: alot of people? nat, ongnardo, dylan, psy, daniel, aaron =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;4. Talked to you on the phone last: brown cow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;1. Flowers or ice cream: ice cream&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;2. Gray or black: black&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;3. Color or black and white photos: black and white&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;4. Lust or love: love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;5. Sunrise or sunset: sunset&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;6. Staying up late or waking up early: staying up late&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Answer honestly..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;1. Do you like anyone now: just about everyone i know. =p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;2. Smoke: no&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;3. Steal: yes, but in the two-way kinda way. long story..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;4. Do you believe in love at first sight: yes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;1. Sun or moon: moon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;2. Tea or coffee: if lemon tea's counted. =p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;3. Left or right: right&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;4. 10 acquaintances or having 2 best friends: 2 best friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;5. Sunny or rainy: rainy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;6. Vanilla ice cream or chocolate ice cream: chocolate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;About you..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;1. What time is it: 12.53 pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;2. Name: lynette&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;3. What do you want right this second: go back to my room&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;4. How many kids do you want: 5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;5. Do you want to get married: yes? no? maybe?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;6. Do you twirl your spaghetti or cut it: twirl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;7. Do you cook: kinda? just don't make me cut anything in the preparation process..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;In the last week have you...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;1. Bought something: yes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;2. Sang: yes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;3. Been hugged: yep!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;4. Felt stupid: yes, was in klutz mode yesterday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;5. Gotten your hair cut: nope&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;6. Cried: yes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;7. Said I love you: nope, at least not meaning it in the real "i love you, i wanna live the rest of my life with you" way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8744575-116244391422169065?l=dejavu-lyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dejavu-lyn.blogspot.com/feeds/116244391422169065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8744575&amp;postID=116244391422169065' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8744575/posts/default/116244391422169065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8744575/posts/default/116244391422169065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dejavu-lyn.blogspot.com/2006/11/its-been-ages-since-i-did-one-of-these.html' title=''/><author><name>= d.e.j.a = v.u =</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-8744575.post-116244013205540374</id><published>2006-11-02T12:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-02T12:02:12.070+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;took this &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.quizbox.com/personality/test82.aspx"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;quiz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Your view on yourself:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;You are down-to-earth and people like you because you are so straightforward. You are an efficient problem solver because you will listen to both sides of an argument before making a decision that usually appeals to both parties. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The type of girlfriend/boyfriend you are looking for:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;You are a true romantic. When you are in love, you will do anything and everything to keep your love true. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Your readiness to commit to a relationship:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;You are ready to commit as soon as you meet the right person. And you believe you will pretty much know as soon as you might that person. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The seriousness of your love:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;You are very serious about relationships and aren't interested in wasting time with people you don't really like. If you meet the right person, you will fall deeply and beautifully in love. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Your views on education:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;You may not like to study but you have many practical ideas. You listen to your own instincts and tend to follow your heart, so you will probably end up with an unusual job. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The right job for you:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;You're a practical person and will choose a secure job with a steady income. Knowing what you like to do is important. Find a regular job doing just that and you'll be set for life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;How do you view success:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;You are confident that you will be successful in your chosen career and nothing will stop you from trying. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;What are you most afraid of:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;You are afraid of things that you cannot control. Sometimes you show your anger to cover up how you feel. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Who is your true self:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;You are mature, reasonable, honest and give good advice. People ask for your comments on all sorts of different issues. Sometimes you might find yourself in a dilemma when trapped with a problem, which your heart rather than your head needs to solve. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;some things are kinda weird but oh well..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8744575-116244013205540374?l=dejavu-lyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dejavu-lyn.blogspot.com/feeds/116244013205540374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8744575&amp;postID=116244013205540374' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8744575/posts/default/116244013205540374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8744575/posts/default/116244013205540374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dejavu-lyn.blogspot.com/2006/11/took-this-quiz-your-view-on-yourself.html' title=''/><author><name>= d.e.j.a = v.u =</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-8744575.post-116169292848167746</id><published>2006-10-24T20:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-24T20:36:30.826+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;third post of the day. somehow whenever i take note of the song that's playing on my playlist.. its always zai yi ci yong you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;coincidence? &lt;s&gt;i think not.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/s&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i should let pabo oppa dominate my life once again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8744575-116169292848167746?l=dejavu-lyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dejavu-lyn.blogspot.com/feeds/116169292848167746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8744575&amp;postID=116169292848167746' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8744575/posts/default/116169292848167746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8744575/posts/default/116169292848167746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dejavu-lyn.blogspot.com/2006/10/third-post-of-day.html' title=''/><author><name>= d.e.j.a = v.u =</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-8744575.post-116168558213628029</id><published>2006-10-24T18:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-24T18:26:22.146+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;its during times like these that i feel really stupid. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i just blabber and blabber and blabber nonstop. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;at the end of the day.. im just useless and can't doing anything at all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8744575-116168558213628029?l=dejavu-lyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dejavu-lyn.blogspot.com/feeds/116168558213628029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8744575&amp;postID=116168558213628029' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8744575/posts/default/116168558213628029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8744575/posts/default/116168558213628029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dejavu-lyn.blogspot.com/2006/10/its-during-times-like-these-that-i.html' title=''/><author><name>= d.e.j.a = v.u =</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-8744575.post-116168387934461097</id><published>2006-10-24T17:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-24T17:57:59.356+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;after clearing up some template-y stuff (meaning my archives links), i should have a hubby list soon..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The Hubbys&lt;br /&gt;Hubbys (hub-bys) n. term used as a claim of ownership to hot celebs even though they completely have no idea that they are claimed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;- credits: Faded Photograph's site&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i shall get down to it. when i finally have the guts to. *whimpers and hides*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8744575-116168387934461097?l=dejavu-lyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dejavu-lyn.blogspot.com/feeds/116168387934461097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8744575&amp;postID=116168387934461097' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8744575/posts/default/116168387934461097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8744575/posts/default/116168387934461097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dejavu-lyn.blogspot.com/2006/10/after-clearing-up-some-template-y.html' title=''/><author><name>= d.e.j.a = v.u =</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-8744575.post-116161046666584027</id><published>2006-10-23T21:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-23T21:34:26.676+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;nan guo nan guo nan guo nan guo nan guo nan guo nan guo nan guo nan guo nan guo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;=(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;why is this happening.. why am i feeling this way?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8744575-116161046666584027?l=dejavu-lyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dejavu-lyn.blogspot.com/feeds/116161046666584027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8744575&amp;postID=116161046666584027' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8744575/posts/default/116161046666584027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8744575/posts/default/116161046666584027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dejavu-lyn.blogspot.com/2006/10/nan-guo-nan-guo-nan-guo-nan-guo-nan.html' title=''/><author><name>= d.e.j.a = v.u =</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-8744575.post-116149405343115701</id><published>2006-10-22T13:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-22T13:16:55.076+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;dum di dum.. i don't particularly like this mv.. but the falsetto/helium-sucking thingie bit at the start and end just amuses me. and the girl is chio. =p i think some dong bang voices sound quite jap-ish. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://youtube.com/watch?v=_6XeFdohWu8"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;miss you pv&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;absolutely happening. ok maybe not. &lt;s&gt;chio chio &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;deliciously&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;edible&lt;/span&gt; jae inside.&lt;/s&gt; (ok.. i take that back. i've definitely seen better) and min trying to sound all rock-ish. &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i wanna watch prestige. and deathnote. *whines*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8744575-116149405343115701?l=dejavu-lyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dejavu-lyn.blogspot.com/feeds/116149405343115701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8744575&amp;postID=116149405343115701' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8744575/posts/default/116149405343115701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8744575/posts/default/116149405343115701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dejavu-lyn.blogspot.com/2006/10/dum-di-dum.html' title=''/><author><name>= d.e.j.a = v.u =</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-8744575.post-116089055826286924</id><published>2006-10-15T13:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-15T13:35:58.276+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;to you, a must-have adjective for just about every girl you get to know for the first time is gorgeous. but at last count, i don't exactly remember singapore having so many of such people who're worthy of being described as gorgeous.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;pretty maybe. cute, uh huh. attractive, yeppers. stands out, possibly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;but gorgeous, if you haven't already realized, is a little too strong a word to be used with such frequency.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;which made me come to a few conclusions. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;firstly: you're blind as a bat. and the lightings in clubs and what not weird places you meet these "gorgeous"-es don't exactly improve the situtation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;secondly: they're not gorgeous at all but you term them as such to make yourself seem oh-so popular with girls, and these supposedly "gorgeous" people are your friends which therefore makes you popular and/or gorgeous yourself. and in all honesty, you being a model aside, you really aren't that gorgeous. seriously.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;thirdly: you're just trying to be nice and calling everyone gorgeous. word of advice: don't go around doing that to every single girl you meet, strike a conversation with, seem to have a number of topics in common and have a meal with/go for a stroll with. its evil to bring someone's hopes all the way up only to have the truth be something totally different.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;the last one was completely ridiculous.. that i have to say. its just not possible.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;conclusion: thank goodness she dumped you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;looking back, this post doesn't really make much sense. =p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8744575-116089055826286924?l=dejavu-lyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8744575/posts/default/116089055826286924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8744575/posts/default/116089055826286924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dejavu-lyn.blogspot.com/2006/10/to-you-must-have-adjective-for-just.html' title=''/><author><name>= d.e.j.a = v.u =</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8744575.post-116027422588034680</id><published>2006-10-08T10:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-08T10:23:45.896+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;guy-bashing season of the year's here!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;haha.. sigh. but honestly, guys who are attached should seriously keep their eyes/arms/hands to the girl next to them. and the ground they walk on. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;and no wonder they say there's an alarming number of alumni from my school who don't get married. not when you have guys like &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;that&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. thanks but no thanks. =p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8744575-116027422588034680?l=dejavu-lyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8744575/posts/default/116027422588034680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8744575/posts/default/116027422588034680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dejavu-lyn.blogspot.com/2006/10/guy-bashing-season-of-years-here-haha.html' title=''/><author><name>= d.e.j.a = v.u =</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8744575.post-115995824981060942</id><published>2006-10-04T18:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-04T18:39:32.626+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i think i've played O a little too loud and on repeat for too long. now my sister's tuition teacher's kinda.. whistling the tune and tapping his finger to it, while im playing it, and when i pause it. &gt;.&lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;can things remain this way or even.. improve? but somehow i don't even dare to &lt;s&gt;expect&lt;/s&gt; hope for anything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8744575-115995824981060942?l=dejavu-lyn.blogspot.com' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8744575.post-115967039621908487</id><published>2006-10-01T10:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-01T10:46:05.580+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;can't seem to post chinese lyrics. oh well. feeling horribly sleepyyyyy..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but at least.. a major accomplishment: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.winglin.net/fanfic/_dejavu6_"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;the betrayer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; one-shot's completed!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8744575-115967039621908487?l=dejavu-lyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dejavu-lyn.blogspot.com/feeds/115967039621908487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8744575&amp;postID=115967039621908487' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8744575/posts/default/115967039621908487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8744575/posts/default/115967039621908487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dejavu-lyn.blogspot.com/2006/10/cant-seem-to-post-chinese-lyrics.html' title=''/><author><name>= d.e.j.a = v.u =</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-8744575.post-115899583874855423</id><published>2006-09-23T15:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-23T15:21:19.030+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;was looking at the first few mails i got in my current mail inbox.. at least the ones which i bothered to keep. though come to think of it.. maybe it wasn't a matter of me bothering to keep it cause of its educational value..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;the mail was very aptly titled: glycolysis and krebs cycle shit (word for word)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;and the contents: "... i dunno how to explain the 2nd qn but since he only stated "state" and not "explain" ..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;hey! that means i wasn't such a big &lt;s&gt;slack&lt;/s&gt; science noob just a year or so ago. =p wonder what happened in between. but still, amongst all the sciences, i'll stand by declaring my undying love for bio any day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;reminiscing the days when a dramatization for macbeth text was what we did for a pt. (we ended up doing a chicken rice dramatization of the text and CA and i were the two hapless maids who ran about like headless.. pun unintended.. chickens and were drugged. but of course, we achieved the goal of being there for the sake of comic relief)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;and of course, when a certain someone totally did not get hints and i first coined the term: "phone expulsion".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8744575-115899583874855423?l=dejavu-lyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dejavu-lyn.blogspot.com/feeds/115899583874855423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8744575&amp;postID=115899583874855423' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8744575/posts/default/115899583874855423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8744575/posts/default/115899583874855423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dejavu-lyn.blogspot.com/2006/09/was-looking-at-first-few-mails-i-got.html' title=''/><author><name>= d.e.j.a = v.u =</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-8744575.post-115892386203932218</id><published>2006-09-22T19:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-22T19:27:47.840+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;somehow this song's just stuck to me. the lyrics.. what the song means.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If it's money One! One! whoever it's okay.&lt;br /&gt;You can't hold onto it.&lt;br /&gt;You can't get anymore.&lt;br /&gt;There's only attachment left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You were hoping for a miracle-like love, but there's no such thing.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You&lt;em&gt; rate everything&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;you don't need anything that doesn't deal with mon&lt;/em&gt;ey.&lt;br /&gt;You've &lt;em&gt;thrown away love and lost faith&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;You can throw away whoever you want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If it's money One! One! whoever is okay.&lt;br /&gt;But if not Two! Two! they can just forget it.&lt;br /&gt;No, in your life, twice no three times, no it's only one time.&lt;br /&gt;Don't chase after worthless things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are so &lt;em&gt;up and going down down&lt;/em&gt;, only heading towards fleeting things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Turn back the days when you were happiest. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Where has the real you gone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Now stop up and going down down, and don't get lured here and there.&lt;br /&gt;You can't sell your special value, because this is a life that you live only once.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever they say, I'm the best.&lt;br /&gt;Please, stop with the endless selfishness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You can't do it by yourself. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;There is someone by your side&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't just leave regret.&lt;br /&gt;Turn around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;There's no longer any love or faith beside you. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Only the outside shell of yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's hard to choose until the very end, because nothing is for sure.&lt;br /&gt;You get stronger when you fail.&lt;br /&gt;You learn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even if you become wretched and become rich, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;you'll know where you were really yourself.&lt;br /&gt;Matching up to your expensive pride, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;might have been a dream or it might have flown away. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Don't loose yourself, don't become like that.&lt;br /&gt;Don't give up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are so &lt;em&gt;up and going down down&lt;/em&gt;, only heading towards fleeting things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Turn back the days when you were happiest. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Where has the real you gone?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now stop &lt;em&gt;up and going down down&lt;/em&gt;, and don't get lured here and there.&lt;br /&gt;You can't sell your special value, because this is a life that you live only once.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- million men by dbsg &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;credits: Jungie @ aheeyah.com (some changes made)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;up and going down down...........&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8744575-115892386203932218?l=dejavu-lyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8744575/posts/default/115892386203932218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8744575/posts/default/115892386203932218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dejavu-lyn.blogspot.com/2006/09/somehow-this-songs-just-stuck-to-me.html' title=''/><author><name>= d.e.j.a = v.u =</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8744575.post-115892040910680443</id><published>2006-09-22T18:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-22T18:20:09.116+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;maybe it isn't that impossible or hard afterall.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;im just sick and tired of it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8744575-115892040910680443?l=dejavu-lyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8744575/posts/default/115892040910680443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8744575/posts/default/115892040910680443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dejavu-lyn.blogspot.com/2006/09/maybe-it-isnt-that-impossible-or-hard.html' title=''/><author><name>= d.e.j.a = v.u =</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8744575.post-115845836449288785</id><published>2006-09-17T09:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-17T11:01:53.573+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;haha.. got this from bren's blog. my eyes kinda widened at certain bits, some of them were also highlighted by her. but yes. here's it:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The middle or second born child or children often have the sense of &lt;strong&gt;not belonging&lt;/strong&gt;. They&lt;strong&gt; fight to receive attention from parents and others because they feel many times they are being ignored&lt;/strong&gt; or dubbed off as being the same as another sibling. Being in the middle a child can feel insecure. The middle child often lacks drive and looks for direction from the first born child. Sometimes a middle child feels out of place because they are not over achievers and like to go with the flow of things. Being a middle child would mean they are loners. They really don't like to latch on to a person in a relationship, there fore they &lt;strong&gt;have trouble keeping one due to lack of interest&lt;/strong&gt;. Not liking to take the limelight for anything, they are not over achievers and just simply &lt;strong&gt;work enough work to get by&lt;/strong&gt;, and typically that goes with school as well as a career. They are however very artistic and creative. If forced to use abilities they will work well, but do not work well under pressure. They often start several projects but rarely keep focused long enough to finish a project. The best career move for a middle child would be along the lines of using their creative. Going into a &lt;strong&gt;writing or journalism career&lt;/strong&gt;, and into a career that they could freely express themselves would be good. Anything that would have hours that are flexible, and projects that frequently changed would be good for a middle born child. Since relationships are not of high importance to a middle child, often times they are alone. However, the &lt;strong&gt;best possible match for a middle child would be a last born&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*coughs* *chokes* *dies*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;edits:&lt;/strong&gt; that got me quite very interested. so i did more research.. =p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Oldest and youngest children can usually find reasons to be glad about their place in the family. Not so middle children. They often aren't the biggest and strongest, they aren't the babies who get away with murder, they aren't really anything special, at least in their own minds. &lt;strong&gt;Sometimes they feel invisible&lt;/strong&gt;. But this uncomfortable feeling of not having a defined place in the family may actually turn out to be an advantage. Unlike first children, who often define success by their ability to meet their parents' expectations, middle children are more prone to rebel against the status quo. Another result of having a less well-defined place in the family is that &lt;strong&gt;middle children often reach outside the family for significant relationships&lt;/strong&gt;. They make close circles of friends. During adolescence, in particular, they may be especially influenced by their peer groups, often to their parents' dismay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Relationship with parents: Parents may not have as strong a sense of what to expect from a middle child as they do for a firstborn or their youngest. In one way, that's a good thing, because it gives the middle child freedom to follow his individual path. On the other hand, the sense of being less understood &lt;strong&gt;makes some middle children feel unloved&lt;/strong&gt;. From the parents' point of view, the fact that there are a thousand baby pictures of the first child, and only a few dozen of the second-born simply means that they got tired of getting rolls and rolls of film developed. But from the middle child's vantage point, it is documentary proof of their second-class status. In terms of sibling rivalry, the firstborn may be struggling to maintain her position on top, but &lt;strong&gt;middle children seemingly struggle just to be noticed at all&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Relationships with siblings: For any middle child, the biggest point of comparison is the sibling who falls just before them in the birth order. Often, rather than competing head-on with that older sibling, the middle child chooses to go in a different direction. &lt;strong&gt;If the older sibling is a great student, for example, the middle child may become a musician or an athlete.&lt;/strong&gt; (There's some research suggesting that middle children are more likely to engage in dangerous sports, perhaps because they are used to taking risks.)&lt;strong&gt; By choosing a niche that isn't already occupied, a middle child increases his chances of standing out and being noticed, and decreases the risk of negative comparisons&lt;/strong&gt;. Middle children, who are usually smaller than their older siblings while they're growing up, often learn non-aggressive strategies to get what they want, such as negotiation, cooperation, or &lt;strong&gt;seeking parental intervention&lt;/strong&gt;. As the underdogs themselves in many sibling conflicts, middle children often develop a fine sense of empathy with the downtrodden, as do many youngest children. Where first and last children may tend to be self-centered, middle children often take a genuine interest in getting to know other people. Being in the middle, they may find it easier to look at interpersonal situations from various points of view.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Positives: The classic middle-born is very relational, tends to be a people-pleaser and usually hates confrontation. Their basic need is to keep life smooth and their motto might be 'peace at any price'. They are usually very calm, will roll with the punches and are amiable, down-to-earth and great listeners. They are skilled at seeing both sides of a problem and eager to make everybody happy. That makes them good mediators and negotiators. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Negatives:They tend to be less driven than first-borns, but are much more eager to be liked - or at least be happy with them. They have a difficult time setting boundaries. They can drift into becoming 'co-dependent' as they try to please everybody. They are not good at making decisions that will offend others. They also tend to blame themselves when others fail. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Middle children can have many contradictory characteristics, but one common thread seems to hold true: their personalities are usually the opposite of those of the first borns. If the first born is a loner, the next born will have numerous friends. If the first born is ambitious, the second born may be more laid back. The second born, after all, has to carve out his or her own distinct identity, and the first born has already made a claim on the adult-oriented and ambitious traits. It is common for the middle child to feel squeezed out, with the older and younger children getting more attention—&lt;strong&gt;so they turn to the world outside of the family, to their friends&lt;/strong&gt;. Second borns or middle children are often very sociable and they become good mediators. They learn the art of negotiation and compromise. They are generally free-spirited, independent and sometimes rebellious. Because they don’t get as much attention, &lt;strong&gt;they learn not to reveal as much about their thoughts and emotions as others do&lt;/strong&gt;. And since they didn’t stand out in the family as much while growing up, they place great value on loyalty—they are the likeliest to remain monogamous in their relationships. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8744575-115845836449288785?l=dejavu-lyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dejavu-lyn.blogspot.com/feeds/115845836449288785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8744575&amp;postID=115845836449288785' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8744575/posts/default/115845836449288785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8744575/posts/default/115845836449288785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dejavu-lyn.blogspot.com/2006/09/haha.html' title=''/><author><name>= d.e.j.a = v.u =</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-8744575.post-115838516453345028</id><published>2006-09-16T13:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-16T13:39:24.546+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;in view of recent comments that my entries are.. angsty.. which by the way.. im so not lah. i have loads of =)-s in them kayyyyyy..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;but yes anyway.. something to totally look forward to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;dong bang's 3rd album's gonna be out on 28/9. a.k.a last day of promos for yours truly. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i shall let my evil suaning laughter fill the rest of this space. =p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;wheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;although it won't be here until who knows when.. and i'll be going to the range straightaway given the high probability that i'll be twitching and sniffling as a result of withdrawal symptoms.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;but still.. last day of promos. WHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8744575-115838516453345028?l=dejavu-lyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8744575/posts/default/115838516453345028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8744575/posts/default/115838516453345028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dejavu-lyn.blogspot.com/2006/09/in-view-of-recent-comments-that-my.html' title=''/><author><name>= d.e.j.a = v.u =</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8744575.post-115823797256946580</id><published>2006-09-14T20:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-14T20:46:12.570+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;ouch. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;the first thing that would come to almost everyone's mind would be.. that's such a stupid thing to do. you're just running away from the problem and causing so much hurt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;but i don't know.. personally.. all that went through my head was.. "you can't blame him.. you just can't.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i don't know. maybe after looking at things from the same perspective for such a long time, you start to wonder if that's really always the case. and somehow i came to that conclusion.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;its just that the timing's really wrong. but then again.. you can't blame him. you really can't.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8744575-115823797256946580?l=dejavu-lyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dejavu-lyn.blogspot.com/feeds/115823797256946580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8744575&amp;postID=115823797256946580' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8744575/posts/default/115823797256946580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8744575/posts/default/115823797256946580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dejavu-lyn.blogspot.com/2006/09/ouch.html' title=''/><author><name>= d.e.j.a = v.u =</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-8744575.post-115770716082927777</id><published>2006-09-08T16:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-08T17:24:22.590+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I have lived through 103 of these 159 things!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;1. Put numbers in the boxes instead of x's (example: 1, 2, 3, 4, ...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;2. Repost as "I have lived through ___ of these 159 things."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;3. Add one of your own and add 1 to 159&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;[1] I have read a lot of books.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;[2] I have been on some sort of varsity team.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;[3] I have run more than 2 miles without stopping. (surprise surprise!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;[ ] I have been to Canada. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;[4] I have been to Europe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;[5] I have watched cartoons for hours.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;[6] I have tripped UP the stairs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;[7] I have fallen down an entire flight of stairs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;[8] I have been snowboarding/skiing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;[9] I have played ping pong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;[10] I swam in the ocean.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;[11] I have been on a whale watch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;[12] I have seen fireworks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;[13] I have seen a shooting star.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;[ ] I have seen a meteor shower.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;[14] I have almost drowned.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;[15] I have been so embarrassed I wanted to disappear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;[16] I have listened to one CD over and over and over again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;[ ] I have had stitches.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;[ ] I have had frostbite. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;[17] I have licked a frozen pole and got stuck there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;[18] I have stayed up 'til 2 doing homework/projects. (i think. or at least close to it. 1.30??(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;[ ] I currently have a job.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;[19] I have been ice skating.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;[20] I have been roller blading.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;[21] I have fallen flat on my face. (on bed?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;[22] I have tripped over my own two feet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;[23] I have been in a fist fight. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;[24] I have played video games for more than 3 hours straight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;[25] I have watched the Power Rangers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;[ ] I attend Church regularly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;[26] I have played truth or dare. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;[27] I have already had my 16th birthday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;[28] I have already had my 17th birthday. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;[29] I've called someone stupid.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;[30] I've been in a verbal argument.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;[31] I've cried in school. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;[ ] I've played basketball on a team. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;[ ] I've played baseball on a team.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;[ ] I've played football on a team.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;[ ] I've played soccer on a team.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;[ ] I've done cheerleading on a team.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;[ ] I've played softball on a team.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;[ ] I've played volleyball on a team.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;[ ] I've played tennis on a team.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;[ ] I've been on a track or cross country team.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;[33] I've been swimming more than 20 times in my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;[ ] I've bungee jumped. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;[34] I've climbed a rock wall.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;[ ] I've lost more than $20.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;[35] I've called myself an idiot. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;[36] I've called someone else an idiot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;[37 ] I've cried myself to sleep. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;[38] I've had (or have) pets. (does the terrapin that crawled into my house and we kept for awhile count?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;[39] I've owned a spice girls CD.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;[40] I've owned a Britney Spears CD. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;[ ] I've owned an N*Sync CD.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;[41] I've owned a Backstreet Boys CD. (shared)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;[ ] I've mooned someone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;[42] I have sworn at someone of authority before.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;[ ] I've been in the newspaper. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;[43] I've been on TV. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;[ ] I've been to Hawaii.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;[44] I've eaten sushi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;[45] I've been on the other side of a waterfall.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;[46] I've watched all of the Lord of the Rings movies. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;[47] I've watched all the Harry Potter movies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;[ ] I've watched all of the Rocky movies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;[ ] I've watched the 3 stooges.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;[48] I've watched "Newlyweds" Nick &amp;amp; Jessica.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;[49] I've watched Looney Tunes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;[ ] I've been stuffed into a locker/I have stuffed others into lockers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;[50] I've been called a geek.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;[51] I've studied hard for a test and got a bad grade. (49%!!!!!!!!!! ANGST!!!!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;[52] I've not studied at all for a test and aced it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;[ ] I've hugged my mom within the past 24 hrs. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;[ ] I've hugged my dad within the past 24 hours. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;[53] I've met a celebrity/music artist. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;[54] I've written poetry. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;[ ] I've been arrested. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;[55] I've been attracted to someone much older than me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;[56] I've been tickled till I've cried.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;[57] I've tickled someone else until they cried.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;[58] I've had/have siblings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;[ ] I've been to a rock concert.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;[59] I've listened to classical music and enjoyed it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;[60] I've been in a play.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;[ ] I've been picked last in gym class.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;[61] I've been picked first in gym class.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;[62] I've been picked in that middle-range in gym class.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;[63] I've cried in front of my friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;[64] I've read a book longer than 1,000 pages&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;[65] I've played Halo 2. (and got completely, utterly, totally owned)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;[66] I've freaked out over a sports game.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;[ ]I've been to Alaska.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;[ ] I've been to China.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;[ ] I've been to Spain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;[ ] I've been to Japan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;[67] I've had a fight with someone on AIM.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;[68] I've had a fight with someone face-to-face.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;[69] I've had serious conversations on any IM.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;[70] I've forgiven someone who has done something wrong to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;[71] I've been forgiven.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;[72] I've screamed at a scary movie. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;[73 ] I've cried at a chick flick. (i think. not very sure..)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;[74] I've watched a lot of action movies. (if watching includes having your hands in front of yor eyes and you're peeking through them)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;[75] I've screamed at the top of my lungs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;[ ] I've been to a rap concert.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;[ ] I've been to a hip hop concert.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;[76] I've lived in more than 2 houses.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;[77] I've driven on the highway/been on the highway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;[78] I've driven more than 40 miles in a day/been in a car that went more than 40 miles in a day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;[ ] I've been in a car accident.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;[ ] I've done drugs. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;[79] I've been homesick.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;[80] I've thrown up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;[ ] I've puked on someone. (control.) *grins*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;[81] I've been horseback riding.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;[82] I've filled out more than 10 myspace/LJ surveys.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;[83] I've spoken my mind in public.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;[84] I've proven someone wrong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;[85] I've been proven wrong by someone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;[ ] I've broken a leg. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;[ ] I've broken an arm/fingers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;[ ] I've fallen off a swing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;[86] I've swung on a swing for more than 30 minutes straight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;[87] I've watched Winnie the Pooh movies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;[ ] I've forgotten my backpack when I've gone to school.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;[ ] I've lost my backpack.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;[ ] I've come close to dying. (at least i wouldn't consider THAT close to dying)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;[ ] I've seen someone die.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;[88] I've known someone who has died.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;[89] I've wanted to be an actor/actress at some point.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;[ ] I've done modeling.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;[90] I've forgotten to brush my teeth some mornings. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;[91] I've taken something/someone for granted.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;[92] I've realized how good my life is. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;[93] I've counted my blessings. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;[94] I've made fun of a classmate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;[95] I've been asked out by someone and I said no. (not that kind of meaning, thou xP)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;[96] I've slapped someone in the face. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;[ ] I've been skateboarding.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;[97] I've been back stabbed by someone I thought was a friend. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;[98] I've lied to someone to their face.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;[99] I've told a little white lie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;[ ] I've taken a day off from school just so I don't go insane.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;[ ] I've fainted.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;[ ] I've had an argument with someone about whether cheerleading is a sport or not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;[100] I've pushed someone into a pool. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;[101] I've been pushed into a pool. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;[102] I've been/am in love. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;[ ] I've had my prayers answered before&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;sleeppyyyyyyy. i seriously have to get back to my normal sleeping time. seriously.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8744575-115770716082927777?l=dejavu-lyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8744575/posts/default/115770716082927777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8744575/posts/default/115770716082927777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dejavu-lyn.blogspot.com/2006/09/i-have-lived-through-103-of-these-159.html' title=''/><author><name>= d.e.j.a = v.u =</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8744575.post-115754367741114024</id><published>2006-09-06T19:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-06T19:54:37.426+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i swear i didn't do anything. but the name was just highlighted on my contact list. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;so screwed. so so so so soooooooooo scrooed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8744575-115754367741114024?l=dejavu-lyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8744575/posts/default/115754367741114024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8744575/posts/default/115754367741114024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dejavu-lyn.blogspot.com/2006/09/i-swear-i-didnt-do-anything.html' title=''/><author><name>= d.e.j.a = v.u =</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8744575.post-115717888403712161</id><published>2006-09-02T14:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-02T14:36:29.900+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;SAFRA results were finally put up. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.archerysingapore.com/content/competitions/index.php?Page=results/safraindoor.php"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i was just looking through the whole list and.. analysing it if it can be considered analysing? need to work work work work hard still. &gt;.&lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;and while looking through.. you kinda relive the day itself. just bits and pieces of it cause everything was such a crazy crazy rush and blur then..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;but for now.. its hist notes time. =p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8744575-115717888403712161?l=dejavu-lyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dejavu-lyn.blogspot.com/feeds/115717888403712161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8744575&amp;postID=115717888403712161' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8744575/posts/default/115717888403712161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8744575/posts/default/115717888403712161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dejavu-lyn.blogspot.com/2006/09/safra-results-were-finally-put-up.html' title=''/><author><name>= d.e.j.a = v.u =</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-8744575.post-115707720734458640</id><published>2006-09-01T10:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-01T10:20:07.356+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i was dropped from the list. i guess it was kinda expected. but the feeling still sucks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;if it was anyone's fault.. i guess it probably was mine. except i don't know what i can do about it. everytime i try.. i just get pushed away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i guess that's it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8744575-115707720734458640?l=dejavu-lyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8744575/posts/default/115707720734458640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8744575/posts/default/115707720734458640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dejavu-lyn.blogspot.com/2006/09/i-was-dropped-from-list.html' title=''/><author><name>= d.e.j.a = v.u =</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8744575.post-115615534053787288</id><published>2006-08-21T18:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-22T21:33:42.803+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;ok.. so happens i screwed up my second round again. but oh well.. it wasn't that bad. =p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;had loads of fun. and i was dead on the morning of day 2.. but somehow managed to hype myself up by the time i reached SAFRA. =) woots. haha..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;but yep. it was fun. i think everyone had fun.. even if it wasn't shooting.. just hanging around with everyone else.. including the tp archers.. and talking crap.. doing homework and complaining [ while i read daryl's physics ENCYCLOPEDIA =p ].. photowhoring [ ok.. i guess it was just nat and me. biggie. ] and just hanging round near or on the stage and &lt;s&gt;talking alot of crap&lt;/s&gt; commenting about the shooting while looking through/demanding for/snatching daryl's binoculars. which reminds me.. i gotta apologize to someone. &gt;.&lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;oh! and the cheering during team event!!!! haha.. we've gotta do that more often! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;haha.. but yep yep.. fun fun! haha.. and post-comps celebratory dinner with our batch is REALLY different from the ones you have with the seniors. REALLY different. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;i just wish you were there...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8744575-115615534053787288?l=dejavu-lyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8744575/posts/default/115615534053787288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8744575/posts/default/115615534053787288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dejavu-lyn.blogspot.com/2006/08/ok.html' title=''/><author><name>= d.e.j.a = v.u =</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8744575.post-115588849663559870</id><published>2006-08-18T16:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-18T16:08:16.650+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i never had the time to look through it.. and just had a proper look at it just now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.archerysingapore.com/content/competitions/index.php?Page=results/njcoutdoor.php"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;nj results&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;dum di dum.. must worky hardyyyyyyyyyyyy.. =p yep yep.. no more screwing up for my second round. &gt;.&lt; *smacks self* haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;but yepp.. meanwhile.. time to get some work done since my weekend's gone with the windddd~~~ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;ok.. maybe not. =p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8744575-115588849663559870?l=dejavu-lyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8744575/posts/default/115588849663559870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8744575/posts/default/115588849663559870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dejavu-lyn.blogspot.com/2006/08/i-never-had-time-to-look-through-it.html' title=''/><author><name>= d.e.j.a = v.u =</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8744575.post-115535099347844464</id><published>2006-08-12T10:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-12T10:49:53.490+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;My heart is telling me its too late to beg you to stay&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You wouldn't hear me anyway..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8744575-115535099347844464?l=dejavu-lyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8744575/posts/default/115535099347844464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8744575/posts/default/115535099347844464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dejavu-lyn.blogspot.com/2006/08/my-heart-is-telling-me-its-too-late-to.html' title=''/><author><name>= d.e.j.a = v.u =</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8744575.post-115470672549419478</id><published>2006-08-04T23:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-04T23:52:05.506+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;*looks at old entries* tsk. what a angsty teenager &lt;em&gt;i&lt;/em&gt; am. tsk tsk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;blargh. better go off to sleep. =p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8744575-115470672549419478?l=dejavu-lyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8744575/posts/default/115470672549419478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8744575/posts/default/115470672549419478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dejavu-lyn.blogspot.com/2006/08/looks-at-old-entries-tsk.html' title=''/><author><name>= d.e.j.a = v.u =</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8744575.post-115469909855245460</id><published>2006-08-04T21:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-04T21:45:23.183+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i wish it could affect me less. that i could not think about it, whether or not there's something else that ought to be occupying my thoughts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i wish all this could stop. that it never started anyway. but somehow, part of me just knows that things just wouldn't be right if not for this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i wish time could rewind a little. and stop.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i.. i.. i. here &lt;em&gt;i&lt;/em&gt; go again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8744575-115469909855245460?l=dejavu-lyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8744575/posts/default/115469909855245460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8744575/posts/default/115469909855245460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dejavu-lyn.blogspot.com/2006/08/i-wish-it-could-affect-me-less.html' title=''/><author><name>= d.e.j.a = v.u =</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8744575.post-115423113955256739</id><published>2006-07-30T11:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-30T11:45:39.563+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;missed individual 9th by a single point.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;and team gold by a point also. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;the only way i can comfort myself is by telling myself that this is my first MAJOR comps and those people are older than me. but either way, they truly deserved it more than me. its just that i couldn't stop the tears. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;and i feel super bad about walking away without my team. i just didn't have the guts to think or hear the results. just too scared to do anything, but walk away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;BUT.. BUT.. BUT!!!! on to the next comps. and we'll OWNZ!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8744575-115423113955256739?l=dejavu-lyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8744575/posts/default/115423113955256739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8744575/posts/default/115423113955256739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dejavu-lyn.blogspot.com/2006/07/missed-individual-9th-by-single-point.html' title=''/><author><name>= d.e.j.a = v.u =</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8744575.post-115362735413324497</id><published>2006-07-23T12:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-23T12:02:34.143+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;what?????&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;im like.. only 17. 17. sweet seventeen (though not so sweet). seven.teen. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;im not ready for this. at all. any of this. and you slam it all on me. im sure. this is freaky. and i shall not think about it anymore. yes. i shall go do pw. do pw and be a good girl. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8744575-115362735413324497?l=dejavu-lyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8744575/posts/default/115362735413324497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8744575/posts/default/115362735413324497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dejavu-lyn.blogspot.com/2006/07/what-im-like.html' title=''/><author><name>= d.e.j.a = v.u =</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8744575.post-115323109198852114</id><published>2006-07-18T21:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-18T22:00:47.463+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;gosh. pissed off. and me being so zonked out i can just smash my head into this laptop's not helping things at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hello? like surprise, surprise.. but i happen to have a life too. *waves* like.. one outside that. just like you. unfortunate, but true. so what're you gonna do about it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i mean.. giving everyone that.. oh-my-goodness-im-doing-so-much-for-you-guys-so-why-don't-you-just-kowtow-to-me look. like.. geez. what's with it? seriously.. take a look in the mirror. and, i don't know if its cause you're having problems outside or you're unhappy with how things are going on inside. cause if its cause you're having problems outside, don't others? are yours the only ones can be considered big enough for you? and you just come in looking all pissed off, like the world owes you a living and we should be glad you're even coming. biggie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and if you're unhappy with things here, just let us know! i mean.. what's with all that self-sacrificial act? in the end, it's just pushed aside. and who cleans it up? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;you change things as and when you feel like it or want it. no asking of opinions or objections. just smack down and goodbye. anyone who has problems.. they can go figure how they'll solve it. its none of your business.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just.. urgh. pissed off. better get back to work now. &gt;.&lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8744575-115323109198852114?l=dejavu-lyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8744575/posts/default/115323109198852114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8744575/posts/default/115323109198852114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dejavu-lyn.blogspot.com/2006/07/gosh.html' title=''/><author><name>= d.e.j.a = v.u =</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8744575.post-115237181260329762</id><published>2006-07-08T23:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-08T23:16:52.603+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;started a new fic.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.winglin.net/fanfic/_dejavu6_"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The Betrayer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;can't stand her. 2 hours of listening to dong bang and shinhwa but still pissed. its not like i haven't had enough crap this week. and she pretends to know what's going on but just adds on to all that crap. WARGHHHHHHHHHHH..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8744575-115237181260329762?l=dejavu-lyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8744575/posts/default/115237181260329762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8744575/posts/default/115237181260329762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dejavu-lyn.blogspot.com/2006/07/started-new-fic.html' title=''/><author><name>= d.e.j.a = v.u =</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8744575.post-115120489379726374</id><published>2006-06-25T11:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-25T11:08:13.806+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i don't think i've ever been so high while mugging before. so sue me. =p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;anyway, i need to look for different ways to self-entertain. it was fine previously. a little weird, but still acceptable (i hope?) but now its like weird. like i end up making weird zooming noises while i slide around the house to get to my room to look for notes. and i "zoom" somemore on the way back. baddddddddd. this is badddddddddd.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;and i can't watch my vcds/dvds to entertain myself otherwise. dang.. totally wish the cts are over this very second so i can lay my hands on those gorgeous vcds/dvds and watch without feeling guilty. &gt;.&lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;so yep.. that's all for now.. back to mugging and thinking of other ways to self-entertain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8744575-115120489379726374?l=dejavu-lyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8744575/posts/default/115120489379726374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8744575/posts/default/115120489379726374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dejavu-lyn.blogspot.com/2006/06/i-dont-think-ive-ever-been-so-high.html' title=''/><author><name>= d.e.j.a = v.u =</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8744575.post-114891015745631115</id><published>2006-05-29T21:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-29T21:42:37.713+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;random post once again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i don't want my baby to be sexy. he's MY BABY. i don't know where to put the stress on. MY. or BABY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;ohhhhhhh crap. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8744575-114891015745631115?l=dejavu-lyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8744575/posts/default/114891015745631115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8744575/posts/default/114891015745631115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dejavu-lyn.blogspot.com/2006/05/random-post-once-again.html' title=''/><author><name>= d.e.j.a = v.u =</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8744575.post-114830623034530091</id><published>2006-05-22T21:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-22T21:57:10.356+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;seriously, i don't need this now. to be really honest, not now.. not ever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8744575-114830623034530091?l=dejavu-lyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8744575/posts/default/114830623034530091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8744575/posts/default/114830623034530091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dejavu-lyn.blogspot.com/2006/05/seriously-i-dont-need-this-now.html' title=''/><author><name>= d.e.j.a = v.u =</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8744575.post-114787102304403369</id><published>2006-05-17T21:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-17T21:04:33.666+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i hate "if only"-s. don't wanna think about it. i just wish it could go away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8744575-114787102304403369?l=dejavu-lyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8744575/posts/default/114787102304403369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8744575/posts/default/114787102304403369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dejavu-lyn.blogspot.com/2006/05/i-hate-if-only-s.html' title=''/><author><name>= d.e.j.a = v.u =</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8744575.post-114758870271634324</id><published>2006-05-14T12:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-14T15:03:26.616+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;since im so bored and kinda sian with histroy.. despite it being just 2 paras long.. here comes my third song-quiz thingie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How does the world see me?&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;my little princess - dbsg&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Will I have a happy life?&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;mo li hua &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What do my friends really think of me?&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;ye zi - ah sang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Do people secretly lust after me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;liu xing . shen ling . yu - daniel chan &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;How can I make myself happy?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;gang gang hao - hua er yue tuan &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;What should I do with my life?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;di yi bai ling yi ge da an - jiang mei qi &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Will I ever have children?&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;one, i wanna hold you and rising sun performances - dbsg &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What is some good advice for me?&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;somebody to love - dbsg &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How will I be remembered?&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;whatever they say - dbsg&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What is my signature dancing song?&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;shi jie mo ri - jay chou &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What song will play at my funeral?&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i'm with you [it died halfway and became..] gu dan bei ban qiu - lin yi chen &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What type of women do I like?&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;ain't no mountain high enough - play &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;What was yesterday like?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;you'll be in my heart - phil collins&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;i've really gotta get my hands on my referral letter soon. this sucks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8744575-114758870271634324?l=dejavu-lyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dejavu-lyn.blogspot.com/feeds/114758870271634324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8744575&amp;postID=114758870271634324' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8744575/posts/default/114758870271634324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8744575/posts/default/114758870271634324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dejavu-lyn.blogspot.com/2006/05/since-im-so-bored-and-kinda-sian-with.html' title=''/><author><name>= d.e.j.a = v.u =</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-8744575.post-114742622393061692</id><published>2006-05-12T17:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-12T17:30:23.940+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;watch &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1n1HlOx_ar8&amp;eurl="&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;its kinda heartwarming, but scary at times. but definitely good. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8744575-114742622393061692?l=dejavu-lyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dejavu-lyn.blogspot.com/feeds/114742622393061692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8744575&amp;postID=114742622393061692' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8744575/posts/default/114742622393061692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8744575/posts/default/114742622393061692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dejavu-lyn.blogspot.com/2006/05/watch-this.html' title=''/><author><name>= d.e.j.a = v.u =</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-8744575.post-114698815501172162</id><published>2006-05-07T15:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-07T15:59:27.446+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;since half the world seems to be doing 2 surveys, which are really quite mindless but bring about quite abit of cheap thrill and fun.. i shall go on to do the second one. the first one was done [twice!] 2 entries before this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Name 20 people you can think of right now at the top of your head. Don't read the questions underneath until you write the names of all 20 people. At the end, tag at least 5 people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. bren&lt;br /&gt;2. nu ren&lt;br /&gt;3. justina&lt;br /&gt;4. roy&lt;br /&gt;5. gerald leong&lt;br /&gt;6. liben&lt;br /&gt;7. alcina&lt;br /&gt;8. darrell&lt;br /&gt;9. eechong&lt;br /&gt;10. sharleen&lt;br /&gt;11. ke zhong&lt;br /&gt;12. yennn&lt;br /&gt;13. daniel&lt;br /&gt;14. ray&lt;br /&gt;15. nazi&lt;br /&gt;16. kartik&lt;br /&gt;17. shinbin&lt;br /&gt;18. jason&lt;br /&gt;19. james&lt;br /&gt;20. cheng&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Questions:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How did you meet 14?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in sec 3, we were classmates. and we're still.. humanzmates? dang.. i miss her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What would you do if you've never met 1?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;i wouldn't ever know that someone loves pink as much, if not more than i love blue. and life would be with alot less fun, laughter, bitching and niceness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What would you do if 20 and 9 dated?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ermmmmmmmmmmmmmm.. i don't think that'll happen? but if it does.. i'll wish them all the best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Did you ever like 19?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;of course!! so much i wanna set his house on fire/stab him with my arrows. OF COURSE i like him! okok.. fine. he's nice. at times. so yes.. in the friends way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Would 6 and 17 make a good couple?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well besides the fact that they are both dancers and from my og.. not really. but on second thought.. there's still the possibility.. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Describe 3.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;loads of fun, laughter, aunty-ness [second only to alcina], mugger-ness and just.. niceness. oh yes.. and she has a nice shoulder, but refuses to lend it to me since she claims both her shoulders are only for other people, not me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do you think 8 is attractive?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha.. maybe? never looked at things from that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tell me something about 7.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she sat next to me during sec 4 for hist.. and she demands a birthday present from me although she never got me one herself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do you know any of 12's family?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What is 8's favourite?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;phrase? DT da man. =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What would you do when 18 confesses that he/she likes you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;*laughs* it'll never happen. wait.. come to think of it, its quite very weird. aie.. so not happening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What language(s) does 15 speak?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;english, malay and laughter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Who is 9 going out with?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no one that i know of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How old is 16 now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;17 years and 4 months&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When was the last time you talked to 13?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;yesterday&lt;/s&gt;friday, online.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What is 2's favourite band/singer?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wang lee hom. if im not wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Would you ever date 4?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;erm, i don't think so. but it would be very interesting, especially if i was a guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Would you ever date 7?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha, maybe if i was a guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Is 5 single?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What is 10's last name?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;EIO. probably the most unique surname for someone i know personally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Would you ever be in a serious relationship with 11?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NO!!! no offence.. its just me.. haha.. =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What school does 3 go to?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;same as almost everyone else on the list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Where does 6 live?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in my house. we're siblings you see. okok.. just kidding. bukit timah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What is your favourite thing about 5?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can it be thingS? lameness,never ending msn convo-s and hilarious blog entries.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8744575-114698815501172162?l=dejavu-lyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8744575/posts/default/114698815501172162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8744575/posts/default/114698815501172162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dejavu-lyn.blogspot.com/2006/05/since-half-world-seems-to-be-doing-2.html' title=''/><author><name>= d.e.j.a = v.u =</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8744575.post-114690257570599900</id><published>2006-05-06T15:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-06T16:02:55.716+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i can't believe how stupid i was. how silly. how blind. i can't believe i swallowed everything he said. every single bloody thing he said.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;there's no difference between me and them. after awhile, he looks back upon the times and doesn't know the difference between us. its like we're all blurred.. we all look alike all of a sudden. i was no different. i was just another one of "them". the same words, the same trust, the same ending. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i feel so stupid. so stupid. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8744575-114690257570599900?l=dejavu-lyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8744575/posts/default/114690257570599900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8744575/posts/default/114690257570599900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dejavu-lyn.blogspot.com/2006/05/i-cant-believe-how-stupid-i-was.html' title=''/><author><name>= d.e.j.a = v.u =</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8744575.post-114688953262221311</id><published>2006-05-06T11:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-07T15:24:58.333+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;got this from crunch's blog. seems fun. =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How does the world see me?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;long juan feng - jay chou&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Will I have a happy life?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cry - mandy moore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What do my friends really think of me?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my happy ending - avril lavinge&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do people secretly lust after me?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fallin' - alicia keys&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How can I make myself happy?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll make a man out of you - disney&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What should I do with my life?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hui zhi bu qu - melody&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Will I ever have children?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;more than words - extreme&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What is some good advice for me?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;missing you - energy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How will I be remembered?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cong kai shi dao xian zai - zhang xin zhe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What is my signature dancing song?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;perfect love - daniel chan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What song will play at my funeral?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my little princess - dbsg&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What type of women do I like?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yue lai yue ai - no name&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What was yesterday like?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wu tian si ye - s.h.e&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha.. quite fun. dang.. shall do it again for fun. =p cheap thrill..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How does the world see me?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love love love - jolin tsai&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Will I have a happy life?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ye zi - ah sang&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What do my friends really think of me?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rang wo qu nuan - wang lee hom and cass phang (peng ling i think)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do people secretly lust after me?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wa jie - jay chou&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How can I make myself happy?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;somebody to love (acapella version) - dbsg&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What should I do with my life?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;journey - corrine may&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Will I ever have children?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bu de bu ai - wilber pan wei bo feat. xuan zi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What is some good advice for me?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bi wo xing fu - daniel chan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How will I be remembered?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;show me your love - dbsg and super junior&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What is my signature dancing song?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rising sun - dbsg&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What song will play at my funeral?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;angel - shinhwa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What type of women do I like?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wah joh - hero jaejoong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What was yesterday like?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can't help falling in love - a*teens&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8744575-114688953262221311?l=dejavu-lyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8744575.post-114637127471267039</id><published>2006-04-30T12:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-30T15:29:12.420+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;LG M6100 PERVERT ON THE LOOSE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! anyone and everyone with a lg m6100 had better run for cover. WITH YOUR PHONE. or else..................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;LG M6100 lust.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;im so dead.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;edit:&lt;/strong&gt; changed the song/mv below to one. i know its kinda small. but totally fits my mood now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8744575-114637127471267039?l=dejavu-lyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dejavu-lyn.blogspot.com/feeds/114637127471267039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i didn't know i would hurt. i mean.. all that talk about plans. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;and on the day itself.. ta-dah. nothing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i know i shouldn't be jealous.. i shouldn't be upset by what i see or read. but..urgh. who were the ones standing by you all this while? when they're pissed off with you or vice versa.. we're there. when they don't want you.. we're waiting at the sidelines for you to talk to us about what happened. but the moment they turn to you.. poof! you disappear. nevermind about us. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;whatever. that's it. things haven't been looking too good.. or even good at all these days. its time to get back to certain things in life which require more of my attention.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;and on a TOTALLY SEPARATE NOTE: my heart will officially die at 12 midnight, 29th april 2006.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;unless of course mr prince-charming-to-be appears with *cough*something*cough.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;otherwise.. i've been and will be listening to stuff like zai yi ci yong you, one, unforgivable sinner and the like for the rest of the night. and they will continue playing in my head when i enter dreamland tonight. *sniffs* sad sad life..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8744575-114632172900850455?l=dejavu-lyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8744575/posts/default/114632172900850455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8744575/posts/default/114632172900850455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dejavu-lyn.blogspot.com/2006/04/i-didnt-know-i-would-hurt.html' title=''/><author><name>= d.e.j.a = v.u =</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8744575.post-114576803084394976</id><published>2006-04-23T12:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-23T13:30:00.313+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;here comes another im-such-an-unintellectual-idiot entry of mine. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i thought its quite unlikely to happen again. but here's to another weekend whereby there's no one at home except for me and the maid. and here i am, sitting before the comp, doing my work (or at least trying very hard to but being distracted like nobody's business, and ending up downloading/watching pretty boys clips) wondering when i should walk over to my parent's room to watch some tv. note: some doesn't really mean SOME. its just a way of saying. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;anyway, i think my hair's too short. oh well.. shall wait and see the reactions of everyone tomorrow. though some population of rj has already seen it. but somehow majority doesn't seem to find much of a diff. but its really quite drastic what. i mean.. no more.. qiao4-ness.. no more crazy fringe that's as long as the rest of my hair.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;crap. my fringe really is too short. and the reason being that it was a result of my stone-ness yesterday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;setting: at my hairdresser's, with UV (uncle vincent), probably the only hairdresser i really trust besides the guy at parkway 10 bucks thingie, cutting my hair while talking to me. which is what we usually do. &lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me: &lt;/strong&gt;so yar, we only take our hcl 'o's. *me explaining rp, although i swear i explained it to him before when i last went to cut my hair after FAM. but nevermind. he's a really nice guy.*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;UV:&lt;/strong&gt; wah, so good. more relax lorh. *scissors go: snip snip snip. hands move quickly and hair continues falling*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me:&lt;/strong&gt; haha.. its ok lah. *stares stonily into the mirror for awhile while UV picks up almost my entire left fringe*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;UV:&lt;/strong&gt; *silence falls as he snips off more than half of left fringe*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me: &lt;/strong&gt;*continues staring in a very stoned fashion at the mirror*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;UV: &lt;/strong&gt;*trims a little here and there*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me: &lt;/strong&gt;*kinda wakes up and stares at the mirror, this time for real, to see the progress* *senses something amiss in the instructions as to how to cut my hair* ah.. btw UV, i don't want my fringe to be too short..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;UV:&lt;/strong&gt; *pauses to digest what i've just said*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;- long, torturous moments pass as i hope and pray that once again.. like all the zillion times before, i have spoken before the deed was done and UV will think for awhile before saying: ok. can lah. but not too long also right? i'll just lighten it abit.. yahdah yahdah -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me:&lt;/strong&gt; or.. cut already?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;UV:&lt;/strong&gt; yar.. cut already.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me: &lt;/strong&gt;*thinks: die*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;UV: &lt;/strong&gt;*plays with hair a little to show me my fringe's actual length now*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me:&lt;/strong&gt; aie ok. nevermind then. *spends the next 10 seconds or so literally kicking my right foot with my left and vice versa*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;- end of pok story of my haircut experience -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;but oh well.. it wasn't that bad. i've had worse. so yep. shall wait to see the reactions of everyone (if there's gonna be any) on monday. i've had weird flashes throughout my stoning yesterday that somehow when im kinda asleep at the zcove on monday.. justina or someone will come and try to shoo me away thinking that im not from the og.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;and due to the horrible stress i've been undergoing today after finding out i totally didn't touch on manageability and feasibility in my PW PI, i got down to doing it straightaway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;imagine the horror and unhappiness/reluctance i experienced when i opened the document to redo it, knowing perfectly well that i engineered it yesterday before i left to cut my hair, such that it was exactly 530 words, after which i happily changed the title to PI_final. heartbreak arh heartbreak.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;oh well. so i got down to it. added some stuff.. took away some stuff. and i was quite sure that the stuff i added was minimal. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;but as i've said earlier.. due to the stress i had undergone and the trauma i experience in having to even THINK about editing it, i somehow ended up hallucinating that the word limit was 300.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;so once again, stretch your imagination and imagine the horror i experienced when i did a word count and found out that i had 465 words.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;*and henceforth, a crazy editing of words begins*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i was totally on the verge of wailing before throwing myself out of the window before me, when after much much much much much editing, i found out i still had 461 words. which was like a horrible ONE HUNDRED AND ELEVEN/SIXTY-ONE words above my hallucinated word limit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i almost died-ed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;but thank goodness i found out. now i dunno.. but i have too few words and i forgot which ones i took away. shall have to undo like crazy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;and so, this brings an end to another horribly unintellectual entry of mine. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8744575-114576803084394976?l=dejavu-lyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8744575/posts/default/114576803084394976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8744575/posts/default/114576803084394976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dejavu-lyn.blogspot.com/2006/04/here-comes-another-im-such.html' title=''/><author><name>= d.e.j.a = v.u =</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8744575.post-114553587232770144</id><published>2006-04-20T20:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-20T20:25:03.903+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i just feel unhappy. i have no idea why. just really really unhappy. crap.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;i wanna cry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8744575-114553587232770144?l=dejavu-lyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8744575/posts/default/114553587232770144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8744575/posts/default/114553587232770144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dejavu-lyn.blogspot.com/2006/04/i-just-feel-unhappy.html' title=''/><author><name>= d.e.j.a = v.u =</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8744575.post-114507757655123287</id><published>2006-04-15T13:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-15T13:29:56.400+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;we studied this poem quite awhile ago.. kinda skimmed through it as compared to the other poems which we went through in greater detail. but this one kinda got stuck in my head. i've been wanting to type it out and post it but never really got down to doing it until today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;Sonnet II&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Time does not bring relief; you all have lied&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Who told me time would ease me of my pain!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I miss him in the weeping of the rain;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I want him at the shrinking of the tide;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The old snows melt from every mountain-side,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And last year's leaves are smoke in every lane;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But last year's bitter loving must remain&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Heaped on my heart, and my old thoughts abide!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;There are a hundred places where I fear&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;To go, - so with his memory they brim!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And entering with relief some quiet place&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Where never fell his foot or shone his face&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I say, 'There is no memory of him here!'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And so stand stricken, so remembering him.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;- Edna St. Vinct Millay (1892-1950)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8744575-114507757655123287?l=dejavu-lyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dejavu-lyn.blogspot.com/feeds/114507757655123287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8744575&amp;postID=114507757655123287' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8744575/posts/default/114507757655123287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8744575/posts/default/114507757655123287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dejavu-lyn.blogspot.com/2006/04/we-studied-this-poem-quite-awhile-ago.html' title=''/><author><name>= d.e.j.a = v.u =</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-8744575.post-114500676435461875</id><published>2006-04-14T17:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-14T17:26:04.366+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;yeo kz says that my entries are unintellectually stimulating.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;*sniffs* break my heart. not that i care. =p &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;haha.. but anyway, i don't know. never really felt the need to have those really.. reflective or mind boggling entries. felt that it kinda defeats the purpose of a blog. i mean.. true a blog is meant to be a diary of some sort. but it IS an online diary after all. and it being online and not the kind you can touch and hold and is bound and in terms of physical appearances, is very gorgeous, means its meant to be read by other people. and when people come online.. especially these days, with so many things to stress about and *coughs* term papers to freak out about and deadlines to pull your hair over, why have something else which forces/is there to make you think? or even for those reflective entries. when they're not about people or things that people know.. then they're usually about things that happened to you or things that are bothering you, and people don't really know of. so why blog about things that people don't know about when its meant for them to read? and should they know about it, at times it means that that certain thing is bothering you. and there's this really high chance that the person who reads cares enough to read, so why make another person worried? isn't one person being unhappy enough as it is?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;ok. ignore all this if it doesn't make sense. which will probably be the case. blah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;but thanks to the comment by yeo kz, yours truly who really isn't a very intellectual person is very tempted to post entire gp/hist/lit essays up here. to show that there's some intellectual-ness in me. albeit a tiny bit which is so close to being non-existent.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8744575-114500676435461875?l=dejavu-lyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8744575/posts/default/114500676435461875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8744575/posts/default/114500676435461875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dejavu-lyn.blogspot.com/2006/04/yeo-kz-says-that-my-entries-are.html' title=''/><author><name>= d.e.j.a = v.u =</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8744575.post-114492977698571079</id><published>2006-04-13T19:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-13T20:02:57.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;dum di dum~~~!!! haha.. i was totally tempted to post this entry last night. but oh well.. due to certain unforeseen circumstances. but anyway.. here it is today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;YAYYYYY!!!!!!!!!!! im done with all essays!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;lit ge: check.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;lit PC: just check. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;HA. HA. HA. i rule the world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;my ass.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;but anyway.. so yes. that was part of yesterday's entry. today.. i take it all back. cause rolly just announced that we have our hist term paper coming to us really soon. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;best.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i cry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;this is so saddening. and i realize that i use the phrase "i (feel in blank with certain phrases)" quite often these days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;especially at a certain y kz. just a few seconds ago, for the nth time today, i typed "ha. ha. ha. i laff at youuuuuuu." and happily clicked enter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;and if he's reading this now.. for the "n+1"th time..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;HA. HA. HA. I LAFF AT YOUUUUUUUUUUU. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;=p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;sorry.. i just HAD to do that. you can piss me off or drink from my waterbottle again without my permission on monday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8744575-114492977698571079?l=dejavu-lyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8744575/posts/default/114492977698571079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8744575/posts/default/114492977698571079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dejavu-lyn.blogspot.com/2006/04/dum-di-dum-haha.html' title=''/><author><name>= d.e.j.a = v.u =</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8744575.post-114396951721285565</id><published>2006-04-02T16:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-02T17:18:37.296+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;there. another weekend spent doing history term paper. and at around this time, alcina's nick changes and becomes: .;*alcina··· [DONE DONE DONE!!] (blah blah blah.. continue with the rest of her current nick).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;yes. ok. im such a procrastinating pok. shall get down to my final conclusion and edit. i have like.. 20 plus words before i hit the word limit. best. *jabs self*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8744575-114396951721285565?l=dejavu-lyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8744575/posts/default/114396951721285565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8744575/posts/default/114396951721285565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dejavu-lyn.blogspot.com/2006/04/there.html' title=''/><author><name>= d.e.j.a = v.u =</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8744575.post-114225289729178745</id><published>2006-03-13T20:22:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-13T20:30:26.410+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;urgh. i think im falling sick.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;about 11 hours or so before i fly fly fly away *yes, i know off's the right word but i just like using away. what're you gonna do about it?* .. and i haven't packed. save me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i really think im falling sick.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;so anywayyyy.. a certain someone decided to tag on my tagboard below.. *coughs*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;10 Mar 06, 23:01&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;xm: hmm.. i miss the way things were in sec 3. now everytime i see you you're like with a guy. hahaha. =p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;what???!!! so not true lah. i swear its cause you tagged at such an ungodly hour.. that's why your tag was so.. ungodly. erm. that didn't make sense but nevermind. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;no. im not always hanging out with a guy. contrary to xm's opinion. so there. urgh. ok. im talking crap. better go pack soon. will be back in 4 days. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;p.s: miao.. what did you miss about sec 3? why sec 3 not 4? haha.. trust me.. loads of us miss 411.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;edit: i realized doing my constipated-looking smiley screws up the html thingum. sigh. sadness. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8744575-114225289729178745?l=dejavu-lyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dejavu-lyn.blogspot.com/feeds/114225289729178745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8744575&amp;postID=114225289729178745' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8744575/posts/default/114225289729178745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8744575/posts/default/114225289729178745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dejavu-lyn.blogspot.com/2006/03/urgh.html' title=''/><author><name>= d.e.j.a = v.u =</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-8744575.post-114153612005231179</id><published>2006-03-05T13:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-07T20:11:45.086+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;got this quiz from nings' blog..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;1. Grab the book nearest to you, turn to page 18 and find line four&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;.. that it surely indicates that each technological innovation will be.. (the cold war: past and present by richard crockatt and steve smith)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;2. stretch your left arm out as far &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;.. fulscap pad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;3. what is the last thing you watched on TV&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;.. think think think. &gt;.&lt; some variety showwww??? taiwanese??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;4.without looking, guess what time it is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;.. 1.15.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;5. now look at the clock. what is the actual time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;.. 1.26&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;6.with the exception of the computer, what can you hear?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;.. neighbours laughing.. talking. construction work going on. neighbour opening gate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;7. when did you last step outside? what were you doing?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;.. erm.. last night? to my uncle's house warming.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;8. before you started this survey what did you look at?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;.. nings' blog. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;9. what are you wearing?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;.. white shirt and shorts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;10. did you dream last night?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;.. something really weird. so weird i don't really remember. but it had something to do with the air-con being too warm at regular intervals in the dream. yar. something like that. i THINK..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;11. when did you last laugh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;.. just now when i was discussing my sleeping times as compared to some 8 and 9 year olds.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;12. what is on the walls of the room you are in?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;.. nothing. besides the switches and all. and erm.. air-cons. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;13. seen anything weird lately?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;.. loads in school. can't remember exact ones. i think i have a really short-term memory &gt;.&lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;14. what do you think of this quiz?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;.. interestingly different from others. but otherwise.. dummmmm..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;15. what is the last film you saw?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;.. crap. season for love i think? sigh.. i have such a sad life. i wanna watch movies!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;16. if you became a multi-millionaire overnight, what would you buy?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;.. a hard disk. first thing first. oh!! and dong bang concert tickets! and erm.. creative vision m? and erm.. i don't know. ohhhh!!! and loads and loads of vcds! and a dvd/vcd player cause i think my current one's weird. either that or my liang jing ru si lu dvd's weird. so either or. or maybe.. both. yeppers. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;17. tell me something about you that i don't know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;.. my comp's dying from too many dong bang things so i WANT a portable hard disk ASAP!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;18. if you could change one thing about the world, regardless of guilt or politics, what would you do?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;.. unhappiness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;19, do you like to dance?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;.. sort of. though i can't exactly. &gt;.&lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;20. George W Bush... american?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;.. stupid american.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;21. imagine your first child is a girl, what do you call her?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;.. dawn. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;22. imagine your first child is a boy, what do you call him?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;.. never really thought about it. i have noooooo idea. ok. wait i think i do. but it depends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;23. have you ever considered living abroad?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;.. YES!!! UNI!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;24. what do you want God to say to you when you reach the pearly gates?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;.. welcome.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;25. 4 people who must do this in their journal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;anyone who's about as bored as me? i dunno.. its up to you.. *shrugs*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;waiting waiting waiting for the beautiful life mv to finish downloading so i can pee in my pants and gush my guts out. p and p.. g and g.. i just couldn't resist. =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HISTORYYYYYYY!!!!!!!!!!!! AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8744575-114153612005231179?l=dejavu-lyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8744575/posts/default/114153612005231179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8744575/posts/default/114153612005231179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dejavu-lyn.blogspot.com/2006/03/got-this-quiz-from-nings-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>= d.e.j.a = v.u =</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8744575.post-114144075077916525</id><published>2006-03-04T10:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-04T10:52:30.793+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;its just weird how that boy can cheer me up so easily. i really shouldn't be calling him "boy". not when he really is older than me. and no.. its not the whole estella-pip thing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;anyway, down to work. history. *makes a face* here goes nothing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;well at least im on the comp so there's that boy to cheer me up. ^__^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8744575-114144075077916525?l=dejavu-lyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8744575/posts/default/114144075077916525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8744575/posts/default/114144075077916525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dejavu-lyn.blogspot.com/2006/03/its-just-weird-how-that-boy-can-cheer.html' title=''/><author><name>= d.e.j.a = v.u =</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8744575.post-114113106314113661</id><published>2006-02-28T20:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-28T20:51:03.153+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;are you trying to find out how much i like you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;do you want to know how much i really love you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8744575-114113106314113661?l=dejavu-lyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8744575/posts/default/114113106314113661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8744575/posts/default/114113106314113661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dejavu-lyn.blogspot.com/2006/02/are-you-trying-to-find-out-how-much-i.html' title=''/><author><name>= d.e.j.a = v.u =</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8744575.post-114092689918537454</id><published>2006-02-26T12:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-28T20:38:58.740+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;what's probably been 2 crazy, sleep-deprived, rush here rush there rush everywhere, coming home late, packed schedule weeks are over. and more seem to be coming up. with tests and deadlines added on. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;somehow, it will pass. i'll live through it. if not completely alive and kicking.. then half alive and crawling. but still alive. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;but i realize after awhile, you don't have time for so many things, and it gets so hard to get things done that you start to compromise. that's not what i want, but what can i do? and i guess i've been getting moody and basically.. unhappy more often. don't know why. time just seems to fly.. so why am i remaining in this.. mood which was so light centuries ago? hope this makes sense.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;diary-x died. sort of realized the importance it had been to people after hearing roy speak about it, and late last night.. the discussion with neeti. for now.. i shall just hug blogger. i really need to be more grateful about the things around me. &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8744575-114092689918537454?l=dejavu-lyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8744575/posts/default/114092689918537454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8744575/posts/default/114092689918537454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dejavu-lyn.blogspot.com/2006/02/whats-probably-been-2-crazy-sleep.html' title=''/><author><name>= d.e.j.a = v.u =</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8744575.post-114018417306010287</id><published>2006-02-17T21:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-17T21:50:07.413+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;thanks to the introduction of a new cca in my life, i would like to say that i've begun to take more notice of the pianos in school. which.. just by looking at a couple.. i can safely but sadly conclude that they are in a horrendous state.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who the shit throws curry puffs into pianos?? idiots. no wonder the school's so reluctant about getting new pianos.. i mean the question of whether we have enough funds aside.. but oh well.. the whole discussion about pianos/treatment of pianos and concerts has been quite interesting.. quoting a reply..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;'I know that we would like the pianos to be tuned, however, tunning 10 pianos twice a year is not a small sum of money. Moreover, some of the pianos tune and dun tune also no difference. Heat or dun heat also no difference. Half the strings are broken already anyway.&lt;/em&gt; '&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its relatively sad.. but here's it for you. *shrugs* haha.. but its sort of amusing in a heartache way..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8744575-114018417306010287?l=dejavu-lyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8744575/posts/default/114018417306010287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8744575/posts/default/114018417306010287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dejavu-lyn.blogspot.com/2006/02/thanks-to-introduction-of-new-cca-in.html' title=''/><author><name>= d.e.j.a = v.u =</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' 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color?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="BORDER-RIGHT: black 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: black 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM-WIDTH: 1px; BORDER-BOTTOM-: black 1px solidcolor:black;" &gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;input value="blue" name="Your favorite color?"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="BORDER-RIGHT: black 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: black 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM-WIDTH: 1px; BORDER-BOTTOM-: black 1px solidcolor:black;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Your favorite song?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="BORDER-RIGHT: black 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: black 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM-WIDTH: 1px; BORDER-BOTTOM-: black 1px solidcolor:black;" &gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;input value="tri-angle" name="Your favorite song?"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="BORDER-RIGHT: black 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: black 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM-WIDTH: 1px; BORDER-BOTTOM-: black 1px solidcolor:black;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;"&gt;You will marry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="BORDER-RIGHT: black 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: black 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM-WIDTH: 1px; BORDER-BOTTOM-: black 1px solidcolor:black;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;Chang Min&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="BORDER-RIGHT: black 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: black 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM-WIDTH: 1px; BORDER-BOTTOM-: black 1px solidcolor:black;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;"&gt;On&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="BORDER-RIGHT: black 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: black 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM-WIDTH: 1px; BORDER-BOTTOM-: black 1px solidcolor:black;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;October 25, 2019&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td 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ms;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="thaigerl" name="un"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1074731600" name="meme"&gt;&lt;/form&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;ok.. i admit to having tweaked the answers ever so slightly. in my defence.. i can only say that i DO like tri-angle. yep yep. ok. about the tweaking of answers, maybe not so slightly. but slightly such that its to changmin in the bahamas. and not micky in a sleigh.. *coughs*.. hero jaejoong in my backyard.. *eh??!* u-know in a shopping mall *whaa...?!* or xiah in his family home *coughs* *erm..... its.... original* &gt;.&lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but crap.. why 2019??? nooooooooooooooooooo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;form action="http://memegen.net/viewmeme.pl?meme=" method="post"&gt;&lt;table style="BORDER-RIGHT: black 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: black 1px solid; BORDER-LEFT: black 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: black 1px solid" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" align="center"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;th colspan="2"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#dddd88;"&gt;Who will you marry in DBSK? by thaigerl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/th&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="BORDER-RIGHT: black 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: black 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM-WIDTH: 1px; BORDER-BOTTOM-: black 1px solidcolor:black;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Your favorite color?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="BORDER-RIGHT: black 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: black 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM-WIDTH: 1px; BORDER-BOTTOM-: black 1px solidcolor:black;" &gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;input value="blue" name="Your favorite color?"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet 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BORDER-BOTTOM-WIDTH: 1px; BORDER-BOTTOM-: black 1px solidcolor:black;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;Chang Min&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="BORDER-RIGHT: black 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: black 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM-WIDTH: 1px; BORDER-BOTTOM-: black 1px solidcolor:black;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;"&gt;On&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="BORDER-RIGHT: black 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: black 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM-WIDTH: 1px; BORDER-BOTTOM-: black 1px solidcolor:black;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;October 26, 2016&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="BORDER-RIGHT: black 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: black 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM-WIDTH: 1px; BORDER-BOTTOM-: black 1px solidcolor:black;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;"&gt;In&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="BORDER-RIGHT: black 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: black 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM-WIDTH: 1px; BORDER-BOTTOM-: black 1px solidcolor:black;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;Sea World CA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle" colspan="2"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;input type="submit" value="Fill Out Your Answers and Try it!"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle" colspan="2"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://memegen.net/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#dddd88;"&gt;Quiz created with MemeGen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="thaigerl" name="un"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1074731600" name="meme"&gt;&lt;/form&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;dum dee dum..2016.. but at least its 3 years earlier. oh yes.. and its changmin. sea world. &gt;.&lt; *dies of happiness which will never come true* but a relatively bad one was xiah.. in a parking lot or something. and another was micky in a treehouse. to which i can only say.. erm.... ohkayyyy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8744575-113974206375177555?l=dejavu-lyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dejavu-lyn.blogspot.com/feeds/113974206375177555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8744575&amp;postID=113974206375177555' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8744575/posts/default/113974206375177555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8744575/posts/default/113974206375177555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dejavu-lyn.blogspot.com/2006/02/who-will-you-marry-in-dbsk_113974206375177555.html' title=''/><author><name>= d.e.j.a = v.u =</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-8744575.post-113962603094000478</id><published>2006-02-11T10:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-11T10:47:10.950+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;the best thing to do now is to busy myself.. to let myself drown from everything. then when you're on the verge of death.. that alphabet and the number before it won't matter so much anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8744575-113962603094000478?l=dejavu-lyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8744575/posts/default/113962603094000478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8744575/posts/default/113962603094000478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dejavu-lyn.blogspot.com/2006/02/best-thing-to-do-now-is-to-busy-myself.html' title=''/><author><name>= d.e.j.a = v.u =</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8744575.post-113953906307552783</id><published>2006-02-10T10:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-10T10:37:43.086+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;worried worried worried. about anything and everything. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;and now even dong bang's drive can't cheer me up although i thought i went through worse times than this and lived through them thanks to this song. &gt;.&lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;dang. i just feel horrible. and no one probably understands except bren.. cause urgh. its relatively screwed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;4 more hours to go.. and whether or not i live till saturday with my head firmly intact on my neck depends on that piece of paper and 2 alphabets/numbers printed on that piece of paper. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8744575-113953906307552783?l=dejavu-lyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dejavu-lyn.blogspot.com/feeds/113953906307552783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8744575&amp;postID=113953906307552783' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8744575/posts/default/113953906307552783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8744575/posts/default/113953906307552783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dejavu-lyn.blogspot.com/2006/02/worried-worried-worried_10.html' title=''/><author><name>= d.e.j.a = v.u =</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-8744575.post-113953896320703991</id><published>2006-02-10T10:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-10T10:36:16.823+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;worried worried worried. about anything and everything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;and now even dong bang's drive can't cheer me up although i thought i went through worse times than this and lived through them thanks to this song. &gt;.&lt;&gt;that&lt;/em&gt;. i just feel horrible. and no one probably understands except bren.. cause urgh. its relatively screwed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;4 more hours to go.. and whether or not i live till saturday with my head firmly intact on my neck depends on that piece of paper and 2 alphabets/numbers printed on that piece of paper. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8744575-113953896320703991?l=dejavu-lyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8744575/posts/default/113953896320703991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8744575/posts/default/113953896320703991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dejavu-lyn.blogspot.com/2006/02/worried-worried-worried.html' title=''/><author><name>= d.e.j.a = v.u =</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8744575.post-113880297327032870</id><published>2006-02-01T22:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-01T22:09:33.286+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i guess im really scared of losing it. today's talk just totally got me all scared and worried once again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;its just scary.. really scary if you suddenly lose what you've been working towards for such a long long time. and which you've put in so much effort into. and wished so much for. it just scares me. i really don't wanna lose sight of it. im really really scared. crap.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8744575-113880297327032870?l=dejavu-lyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8744575/posts/default/113880297327032870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8744575/posts/default/113880297327032870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dejavu-lyn.blogspot.com/2006/02/i-guess-im-really-scared-of-losing-it.html' title=''/><author><name>= d.e.j.a = v.u =</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8744575.post-113870442972881792</id><published>2006-01-31T18:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-31T18:47:09.746+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;dum di dum. i decided my cousin has good taste. uh huh uh huh. *nods* oh yeah. *laughs*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i wanna bring his playlist home. ok.. i have most/all of the songs he has.. but mine also has some.. not so good songs which aren't really needed everytime. and somehow he/his comp shuffles it such that all the songs i wanna hear are played. dang im jealous. =p but nevermind. im sure as his cousin i get certain.. privileges. like using his comp when he decides not to play warcraft anymore. dum.. shall get him and the guys in my og and of course my bro. i think he plays. oh yep.. he does. i'll never forget MR night when justina and i went to the comp lab due to utter boredom/freaked-outness cause they were playing the exorcist in the hall. oh yes. the whole place was like a stock market. haha.. but the guys won in the end. yep. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;shopping today. had lotsa fun with bren.. looking at earrings *which i can't buy* necklaces *which i don't wanna buy* and rings *which i can't be bothered to wear.. therefore i don't buy them*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i think my accessories-life is quite sad. nevermind.. i shall be bren's accessories consultant. if she wants to hire me that is. then i can add "accessories consultant" on to my _____ consultant list. =) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;meanwhile, sianing around. what's new? stud. dev. tomorrow. its so much more fun typing it out in short-form. it sounds sorta.. weird when you say it out though. oh yes.. shall go home early.. hopefully, and pack my bag. my NEW bag for tomorrow. haha.. i managed to not buy the crumpler, which is really not worth it.. being ex. and totally not unique. half the world has one or more crumplers, which if you study econs.. as i have *is very proud of self though knowledge of econs is probably around the amount you have when you're just 3 weeks into proper lessons of which half you're mentally begging the lecturer to save you from the evil clutches of dreamland.. in short.. not paying attention* ok. that sentence was really long. so yes.. anyway, about econs. its totally not worth it. the availability and scarcity totally doesn't translate to the price they're charging for the bag. that and the designs. the slightly nicer *ok.. im being picky and evil..* or the NICE ones.. despite the fact that they look better than the rest, just don't match the prices. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;dum di dum. concluding the about more than half the paragraph above, i've gotta new bag. =) which hopefully will be my.. erm.. good luck charm? and make tomorrow more live-able. for both me and bren. &gt;.&lt;&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8744575-113870442972881792?l=dejavu-lyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8744575/posts/default/113870442972881792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8744575/posts/default/113870442972881792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dejavu-lyn.blogspot.com/2006/01/dum-di-dum.html' title=''/><author><name>= d.e.j.a = v.u =</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8744575.post-113846011741845545</id><published>2006-01-28T22:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-28T22:55:17.550+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;dum.. since its gonna be a new [ chinese ] year really soon. in about an hour's time.. shall just not blog about those unhappy stuff.. so yep..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;happy new year to all you guys!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8744575-113846011741845545?l=dejavu-lyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8744575/posts/default/113846011741845545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8744575/posts/default/113846011741845545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dejavu-lyn.blogspot.com/2006/01/dum.html' title=''/><author><name>= d.e.j.a = v.u =</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8744575.post-113827864149437739</id><published>2006-01-26T20:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-26T20:33:31.720+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;*wails* why can't ysi just lemme download this stupid episode of onryu??!!!! why?????? *sky falls from above*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is highly traumitizing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but.. wait. this episode's on xiah's birthday. which he celebrates with the boys singing him a birthday song in.. english. and not the korean one which i have no idea what the lyrics are about. and sounds like some.. oldish song or love song. or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, come to think of it, im probably just watching it cause there's changmin inside. and edits have said that they were super cute inside. not like they aren't to begin with. =p but yes. so onryu here i come. just PLEASE lemme finish downloading it instead of stopping at like a torturous 60+ mb!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think im sick. and cabs are evil. *sniffs* so i went home, ate my miserable soggy instant noodles, attempted to do history.. and basically ended up crashing head down on my notes and spending the next 3 hours knocked out cold. shall make sure i sleep early tonight. chinese new year's coming, and archery tryouts just got cancelled. *mumbles and grumbles* this is so unfair. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;so yep.. it'll be sheer madness in about.. 45 hours. and it'll continue for the next 24 hours or so.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8744575-113827864149437739?l=dejavu-lyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dejavu-lyn.blogspot.com/feeds/113827864149437739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8744575&amp;postID=113827864149437739' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8744575/posts/default/113827864149437739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8744575/posts/default/113827864149437739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dejavu-lyn.blogspot.com/2006/01/wails-why-cant-ysi-just-lemme-download.html' title=''/><author><name>= d.e.j.a = v.u =</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-8744575.post-113818797610241602</id><published>2006-01-25T19:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-25T19:19:36.113+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;school's been crazy. and i've been getting less and less sleep. which of course results in some mood swings here and there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;ok. maybe not here and there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;here there everywhere?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;something like that. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;basically the week's been crazy.. emotional rollercoaster. had to make some decisions, return to reality, know that some things really ARE impossible. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;but oh well.. i'll live through this year. yep. i will. with my nice class and my could-possibly-be-some-long-lost-relative classmate shawn.. funky og.. dearest bro *gosh.. im gushing about him 24/7*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;og outing on friday!!! wheeeeee! therefore, i conclude that i'll live through 2006. oh yes i will. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;and bensen's crazy. and class enemy number 1 now. 44/50. ARE YOU CRAZY??!!! and its a freaking diagnostic! our first ever GP essay!!!! *resists urge to strangle bensen's guts out of him*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8744575-113818797610241602?l=dejavu-lyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dejavu-lyn.blogspot.com/feeds/113818797610241602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8744575&amp;postID=113818797610241602' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8744575/posts/default/113818797610241602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8744575/posts/default/113818797610241602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dejavu-lyn.blogspot.com/2006/01/schools-been-crazy.html' title=''/><author><name>= d.e.j.a = v.u =</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-8744575.post-113782420534486512</id><published>2006-01-21T14:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-21T14:16:45.356+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i think *sniffs* im falling sick. *blows nose*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;crap. im so sleeping early tonight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;and im sorry to all those who've been asking/bugging/hoping. there will be no hilton trip. cry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;*blows nose*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;sigh. the craziness of it all. i mean.. what's the point of it? ok. maybe there IS a point in it afterall. but are you ready for what's gonna happen in about exactly 2 years? the tears.. the hurt.. the unwillingness.. everything!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i don't know. but what's happening around's just basically acting as a warning to me. no way is this happening to me. no way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;and nu ren and.. erm.. rh and erm.. nu ren/rh's friend. sorry for yesterday.. in the library crap. i should learn to be stronger. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;dang yi zhen feng chui lai feng zhen fei xiang tian kong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;wei le ni er qi dao er zhu fu er gan dong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;zhong yu ni shen ying xiao shi zai ren hai jing tou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;cai fa xian xiao zhe ku zui tong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8744575-113782420534486512?l=dejavu-lyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dejavu-lyn.blogspot.com/feeds/113782420534486512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8744575&amp;postID=113782420534486512' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8744575/posts/default/113782420534486512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8744575/posts/default/113782420534486512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dejavu-lyn.blogspot.com/2006/01/i-think-sniffs-im-falling-sick.html' title=''/><author><name>= d.e.j.a = v.u =</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-8744575.post-113748937381680278</id><published>2006-01-17T17:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-17T17:16:13.826+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i haven't been making much sense in recent entries. so until i can sort out of my thoughts/blog properly.. *shuts up*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8744575-113748937381680278?l=dejavu-lyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dejavu-lyn.blogspot.com/feeds/113748937381680278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8744575&amp;postID=113748937381680278' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8744575/posts/default/113748937381680278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8744575/posts/default/113748937381680278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dejavu-lyn.blogspot.com/2006/01/i-havent-been-making-much-sense-in.html' title=''/><author><name>= d.e.j.a = v.u =</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-8744575.post-113731846095833741</id><published>2006-01-15T17:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-15T17:47:40.960+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;*ponders*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;ok. i should go do maths. and learn my complete the square thingum. this is so saddening. seraphist!!! still waiting for your poster. i don't mean to bug you. but it just always appears this way. *excuses excuses*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;oh and another reason i've thought up for my current boredom would be cause i can't download anymore clips for me to fall in love with for today. running out of comp space. &gt;.&lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i've fallen in love with them again for the 3rd time today. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8744575-113731846095833741?l=dejavu-lyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8744575/posts/default/113731846095833741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8744575/posts/default/113731846095833741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dejavu-lyn.blogspot.com/2006/01/ponders-ok.html' title=''/><author><name>= d.e.j.a = v.u =</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8744575.post-113731831517877458</id><published>2006-01-15T17:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-15T17:45:30.673+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;im bored. nu ren's gone to sleep so she can do maths later.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i wanna sleep too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;but i keep thinking of the BEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEG crab im gonna be eating later and i suddenly don't feel like eating though im really bloated now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;there'd better be crab later.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;im dum dum dum-ly crab-crazy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;and i wanna watch memoirs. but seems like no class outing's in sight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i like my class btw. we bridge and mahjong like crazy, thanks to alcina. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;and everyone's learning how to bridge/mahjong/talk nonsense. the guys learn fast. so proud of them. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;dad just screwed up his sudoku puzzle. and he was so pissed he choked while crumpling up the piece of paper. he then proceeds to pronounce that sudoku is bad for one's health.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;hmmmm. so back to school stuff.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;archery. hummmmm. taking it up for reasons which include me liking it and some.. comparatively weird reasons. but nevermind. im sure i'll be able to think in the right frame of mind soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;oh yes.. and im being *cough* quoting someone.. og-orientated so i decided to add everyone on the contact list to msn. but its been.. weird. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i should stop using the word but. but. butt. dum dum dum. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;this is so random. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;randomness is a sign of boredom. so there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i should go back to maths. but.. no wait.. HOWEVER.. i have completely forgotten the complete square thingum or something to that effect, so i don't know how to solve my equation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;this feels so very back to school. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;ok. you guys can start linking to this blog now. i mean.. those who i haven't allowed to link previously. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8744575-113731831517877458?l=dejavu-lyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8744575/posts/default/113731831517877458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8744575/posts/default/113731831517877458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dejavu-lyn.blogspot.com/2006/01/im-bored.html' title=''/><author><name>= d.e.j.a = v.u =</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8744575.post-113731656724637837</id><published>2006-01-15T17:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-15T17:16:07.260+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i should stop zi lian-ing/fic lian-ing my own fic. cause that's bad. and horrible. and disgusting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;dang. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;*mutters to self* just because it has some of the prettiest/cutest/most lovable boys i've laid my eyes/ears on, it doesn't mean i have to fall in love with them over and over again while reading the fic i write about them. &gt;.&lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;dieeeeeeeeeeeeeeee.................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8744575-113731656724637837?l=dejavu-lyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8744575/posts/default/113731656724637837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8744575/posts/default/113731656724637837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dejavu-lyn.blogspot.com/2006/01/i-should-stop-zi-lian-ingfic-lian-ing.html' title=''/><author><name>= d.e.j.a = v.u =</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8744575.post-113720774504614570</id><published>2006-01-14T10:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-14T11:17:18.923+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;you chose to miss out. you chose to disappear. you chose to commit but you never turned up. you chose to let me believe and think that you were gonna stick to your words. you chose to put someone's hopes so high up and later you chose to drop everything down, with no warning whatsoever. you chose to let everything start but now you just leave it hanging in the air. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;from now on, what happens is none of my responsibility. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;edit:&lt;/strong&gt; oh man!!!! sooooo mushyyy!!! but so you, jason. =p haha, and we love you too!!!! remember about the hairband business!!! ^__^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;on a slightly sadder note, as in sad, pathetic kinda sad, i now know what the whole point of dota is.. the aim and all and basically characters and rough outline. and.. erm.. what you press to attack someone. but i still don't know how to PLAY!!!!! &gt;.&lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8744575-113720774504614570?l=dejavu-lyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8744575/posts/default/113720774504614570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8744575/posts/default/113720774504614570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dejavu-lyn.blogspot.com/2006/01/you-chose-to-miss-out.html' title=''/><author><name>= d.e.j.a = v.u =</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8744575.post-113686575881912558</id><published>2006-01-10T12:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-10T12:05:56.113+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;sian sian sian. and im falling sick. urgh. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;*sniffs*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;ok.. i really have no energy/time whatsoever to update. dang.. i never knew it would be this busy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;and i hate having to feel guilty.. &gt;.&lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;edit:&lt;/strong&gt; and changmin.. no. you do not dump a brand new nice ipod (nano?) on the floor just like that you idiot. but nevermind.. at least its not ipod video. =p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;and.. love.. lob? eh??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;urgh. im not making much sense am i? just blame it on the horrible running nose. *sniffs*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8744575-113686575881912558?l=dejavu-lyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8744575/posts/default/113686575881912558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8744575/posts/default/113686575881912558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dejavu-lyn.blogspot.com/2006/01/sian-sian-sian.html' title=''/><author><name>= d.e.j.a = v.u =</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8744575.post-113660251709642242</id><published>2006-01-07T10:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-07T11:04:12.056+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;*coughs*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;sorry.. was just having a little fun in the previous entry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;though part of it's probably true.. i WAS panicky. or maybe i wasn't. probably screwed up my sleeping times.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;ended up sleepless till about 3. and after some checks.. i found out 3 was a rather *cough*in*cough* time to sleep on 2nd jan. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;whatever. but anyway.. orientation's over so yep. crazy girls we had in our group.. laughing like crazy.. about the boys.. about lame jokes.. about the amount of food we ate + pigging out sugar high. melody and her: let's take a picture!! jason's "IM SEXY" which the whole world would see whenever he turned while dancing on stage. the guys.. basically.. gay. =p &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;a traffic accident outside rj involving a cab.. a dark blue car and... well..... us. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;oh and its no joke having your entire face covered in blue body paint. that and more than half your arms. please let my ocean's eleven shirt be alright. &gt;.&lt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;THE BOX. were-rabbit. crazy cheers which lyrics i had no idea about.. and therefore just basically mimed chewing on a piece of gum. nevermind that. late nights. REALLY late nights. learning that walking along the canal home isn't THAT bad after all. i mean.. it doesn't stink as much nowadays. i hope. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;oh yes. and living without downloading a single dong bang thing over the week. *coughs*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;actually i lived without dong bang the whole week. save.. suaning sheena whenever i see her with "jung yunho" which i say in a voice which.. apparently according to sheena herself is low and vibrate-y. *raises eyebrows* erm yar.. i supposedly lost it towards the end of last year but somehow i got it back. and erm.. save some ranting here and there.. gushing.. but REALLY minimal.. mistaking a MR group's name as jaeho. *coughs* xiang's wonderful piece of news which has brought our hopes as high as it can ever be. but yes.. that aside.. it's been a relatively dong bang free week. =) *is rather proud of self*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;oh yes. i can live without them. i SO can. so THERE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;and with the same amount of determination.. i shall not eat the round piece of egg yolk on my plate now. but then again.. what determination's needed for this? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;that didn't really make sense. nevermind. im sleepy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8744575-113660251709642242?l=dejavu-lyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8744575/posts/default/113660251709642242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8744575/posts/default/113660251709642242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dejavu-lyn.blogspot.com/2006/01/coughs-sorry.html' title=''/><author><name>= d.e.j.a = v.u =</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8744575.post-113620571055399415</id><published>2006-01-02T20:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-02T20:41:50.563+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;school's starting.. school's starting.. school's starting.. school's starting............&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;SCHOOL'S STARTING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;*runs around like a headless chicken*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8744575-113620571055399415?l=dejavu-lyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8744575/posts/default/113620571055399415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8744575/posts/default/113620571055399415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dejavu-lyn.blogspot.com/2006/01/schools-starting.html' title=''/><author><name>= d.e.j.a = v.u =</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8744575.post-113612971129081431</id><published>2006-01-01T23:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-01T23:35:11.303+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;okie dok.. got started on my new fic.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.winglin.net/fanfic/_dejavu5_"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;.: love : hasayaki :.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; so yep. lotsa support needed since im trying out new characters and im not exactly.. "established" in that fanbase. so yes. oh yes.. and its no longer = d.e.j.a = v.u = thanks to my laziness. dejavu. short and sweet. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;so yep.. shall be posting my chapter up soon. it's been rotting and growing in my brain for ages already. =p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8744575-113612971129081431?l=dejavu-lyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8744575/posts/default/113612971129081431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8744575/posts/default/113612971129081431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dejavu-lyn.blogspot.com/2006/01/okie-dok.html' title=''/><author><name>= d.e.j.a = v.u =</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8744575.post-113603600885831411</id><published>2005-12-31T21:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-01T01:30:58.103+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;ok. a couple more hours before the new year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;2006.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;*deep breath in*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;oh dang. im getting breathe and breath confused. and thanks to all that trying to decide which is correct.. the word now seems totally foreign to me. oh well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;soooo... anyway, as most new year tradition requires.. here's my list of.. erm.. resolutions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;ok. first lemme define resolutions. they're hard to fulfil. which is why we call them resolutions. so yes. the few i'll state will probably be close to mission impossible.. but never say never. *wags finger* =p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;1. find *cough*cm in my room/the house.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;2. find *cough*js in miao's room/her house.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;3. find *cough*yh in sheena's room/hostel/home in malaysia and convince him that they're both a pair made in heaven due to their perverted-ness. yes. then me and miao will then have a teeny weeny chance. &gt;.&lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;so there. oh yes.. and one more!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;4. totally turn into a theory genius and pass my theory exam next year with flying very colourful colours. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;5. totally turn into a piano prodigy and start playing my exam pieces like how the composers played them, BUT.. that also means that my examinor has to love them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;6. oh yes. that and my scales. and sightreading.. lemme somehow see that piece 12 months before i actually play it, and somehow i'll have this HUGE inkling that it'll be the piece im gonna be given so i'll totally practise and rock at it. and erm.. aural too. please.. don't let my voice like totally break 3 weeks before. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;*pause*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;joking. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;nevermind. super cold. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;and yes.. last but not least..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;7. lemme just get over feeling nervous in the exam room/hall!!! for goodness sake! &gt;.&lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;there. if you're having this totally incredulous look on your face now.. please scroll up and re-read my definition of resolutions cause you seriously didn't read it properly the first time round. shame on you. tsk. *wags finger*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;ok.. 'nuff of that. updated r.a.i.n and i'll be started my new fic.. tomorrow? hope so. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;HAPPY NEW YEAR EVERYONE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;and for those schooling.. yes. despite all the dread and unhappiness and oh-im-so-gonna-die-this-yearness, we WILL survive this school year. like we have in the past few years. so there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;edit: &lt;/strong&gt;oh yes. and before the first day of 2006 is over or when the whole "HAPPY NEW YEAR!" mood is gone.. could i just add another resolution?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;actually.. it's not mine. but.. its quite impossible for ME to achieve. so yes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;let's see.. number.. eight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;8. could changmin please change his hairstyle? pretty please?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;cause the current one's.. *draws huge X-s in the air with arms*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8744575-113603600885831411?l=dejavu-lyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8744575/posts/default/113603600885831411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8744575/posts/default/113603600885831411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dejavu-lyn.blogspot.com/2005/12/ok_31.html' title=''/><author><name>= d.e.j.a = v.u =</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8744575.post-113573943290892235</id><published>2005-12-28T11:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-28T11:13:08.260+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;the hols are ending. like.. soon. really soon. &gt;.&lt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;ok. if everything goes well, i'll probably end off my holidays.. like officially end my hols with 2 movies. and a shopping trip. where im supposed to get clothes. which is a maybe. but a MUST will probably be referring to the trip to the vcd shop where i'll totally stock up on my vcds and consider buying full house. after which.. i'll go home.. stare at the vcds and hope and pray real hard that the first three months are totally relaxed. shucks. just talking about this, and im missing orchard already. another wonderful example of not knowing how to treasure something till its gone. shi qu cai dong de zhen xi. tsk. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;but oh well.. new year's coming up. will be back with resolutions.. if i can think of any. oh yes. i think i have a couple.. =p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;back to serious stuff. SCHOOL BUS TO SCHOOL NEXT YEAR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8744575-113573943290892235?l=dejavu-lyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8744575/posts/default/113573943290892235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8744575/posts/default/113573943290892235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dejavu-lyn.blogspot.com/2005/12/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>= d.e.j.a = v.u =</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8744575.post-113418034148388387</id><published>2005-12-10T10:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-10T10:05:41.496+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;ok. i finally managed to update r.a.i.n =) weird how the more i think about it, the more i feel that maybe having the author's note isn't that important anymore. like T. said.. coincidences are inevitable. so.. *shrugs* oh well.. i'll see how it goes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8744575-113418034148388387?l=dejavu-lyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8744575/posts/default/113418034148388387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8744575/posts/default/113418034148388387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dejavu-lyn.blogspot.com/2005/12/ok_10.html' title=''/><author><name>= d.e.j.a = v.u =</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8744575.post-113403598543445644</id><published>2005-12-08T17:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-08T17:59:45.446+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;ok. i really really pissed off. urgh. really need to chill for now. but there'll definitely be a warning message posted in my soon-to-become update. meanwhile, just a copy and paste from my thank-you note. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;thanks for all the support. of which.. speaking of support, the things i've been seeing have been really unnerving. i would think that some things are more than pure coincidence.. and the same style.. practically the same words, save a few changes here and there to fit the plot in question, are used. i think it's quite obvious what im refering to. what else matters most to an author around here? it might differ from person to person, but i should think that no one would like this happening to them. if you wish to plagurize, please at least leave a note and maybe credits? at the very least, maybe a comment at the original author's comments page to say that you've read his/her fic and like the idea or style.. or something! but no! i don't see any of this. its just grab and go. or rather.. in technological terms, copy paste and ta-ta. no thank you-s no nothing. and what's worse.. you completely ruin the original work, by spoiling the whole effect with your grammatical and vocab errors.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;by the way.. just in case some are gonna say.. "you copy and paste also what!" yes. i copy and paste. but i copy and paste MY OWN WORK! these are words which i've thought of for a certain effect, sentences which i conjure on my own relying on my brain cells and inspiration, which i highly doubt you'll be able to find anywhere else. its. MY. OWN. WORK. not other's! im just really pissed. and to add on to the grammatical and vocab errors, you use sTiCkY caps!!! which i don't happen to adore. and when used in a piece of work which contains things taken from MINE.. it makes me want to slap someone. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;ARGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8744575-113403598543445644?l=dejavu-lyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8744575/posts/default/113403598543445644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8744575/posts/default/113403598543445644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dejavu-lyn.blogspot.com/2005/12/ok.html' title=''/><author><name>= d.e.j.a = v.u =</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8744575.post-113361229806581870</id><published>2005-12-03T20:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-03T20:28:26.413+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;dum dum dum. ok.. im getting my dad to do a live report about what's going on for the SEA games table tennis doubles finals if im not wrong. yep. nation pride here.. but at the same time, gotta do some stuff online here. time's tight. i've got until.. 9? after which i'll be watching she diao.. then half an hour before it ends.. gonna be switching channels to watch abit of america's sweethearts with my sis. which i've watched at least 3 times. and i still remember what happened and all. but dang.. i can't be bothered. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i really really hope they'll get the 40 golds.. which was their prediction if im not wrong. really want them to. not really nation pride speaking here.. more of, i don't wanna see this big hoo-haa over why it was a disappointment.. or if it wasn't how everyone fought hard to get the golds. i mean, disappointment happens every now and then, so why keep writing about it? then they'll have some ministers talking about it, how we'll do better next time.. i mean.. seriously! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;ok. nevermind about that. *shuts* dum di dum.. did some room spring-cleaning. la la la. proud of myself. and it just felt super good moving all the books to my sister's room/bed. 'cept there're still the old notes belonging to my sis and me left. which my mum got me to keep for the time being.. cause otherwise my sis's room will be in a rather horrible state. which i have to agree with.. though its not like it isn't already. but yep.. me being nice to her, by keeping these things, it's a really rare thing. so i just sort of adviced her to rejoice. while she still can. cause after awhile i'll decide to dump them all over to her when i need to take my sister's jc stuff. *gags*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;ok. back to table tennis. they won another set. another gold tonight.. please. &gt;.&lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;edit:&lt;/strong&gt; we won! wooohooo!!! =p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8744575-113361229806581870?l=dejavu-lyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8744575/posts/default/113361229806581870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8744575/posts/default/113361229806581870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dejavu-lyn.blogspot.com/2005/12/dum-dum-dum.html' title=''/><author><name>= d.e.j.a = v.u =</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8744575.post-113343159742738931</id><published>2005-12-01T18:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-01T18:06:37.436+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;gosh. its a wonder how people change from primary school on to secondary school on to jc. goodness. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;ok. so stop before i start some serious gossiping which isn't very good for either party.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i will.. erm.. xun zhao wo de innocent. =p gosh. did i ever mention that i love the dong bang boys??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8744575-113343159742738931?l=dejavu-lyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8744575/posts/default/113343159742738931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8744575/posts/default/113343159742738931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dejavu-lyn.blogspot.com/2005/12/gosh.html' title=''/><author><name>= d.e.j.a = v.u =</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></entry></feed>
