<?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-7180855477241317849</id><updated>2011-07-31T00:38:46.676-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Seething Repentance</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seethingrepentance.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7180855477241317849/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seethingrepentance.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Kurosawa Sae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05016170498420073663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>36</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7180855477241317849.post-6512063335735557623</id><published>2010-01-02T03:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-02T03:25:41.574-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A New Year</title><content type='html'>Happy New Year everyone! I'm a lil' late on the greeting but oh wells...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And guess what? I got over my DEPRESSION &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Depression&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;depression&lt;/span&gt; on 30th Dec 09 by doing my Math homework XDXD Thinking made me happy :3 Now I've only left compre summary and chinese homework, so to speak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, New Year's resolution time~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For studies: To work harder and not goof off everytime I sit down to do work.&lt;br /&gt;For choir: To help recruit as many sec 1s as possible!&lt;br /&gt;For deviantArt: To improve on drawing, namely clothing folds and proportions. And also, to contribute MOAR Zemyx, Akuroku and Gakupo+Kaito drawings.&lt;br /&gt;For cosplay: To successfully cosplay Zexion in Cosfest 2010 and Ienzo with Miss Akarui Siren :D&lt;br /&gt;For life: To stop as many relapses of DEPRESSION &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Depression&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;depression &lt;/span&gt;as possible and to lower my expenditure for 2010 ^^;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7180855477241317849-6512063335735557623?l=seethingrepentance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seethingrepentance.blogspot.com/feeds/6512063335735557623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://seethingrepentance.blogspot.com/2010/01/new-year.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7180855477241317849/posts/default/6512063335735557623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7180855477241317849/posts/default/6512063335735557623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seethingrepentance.blogspot.com/2010/01/new-year.html' title='A New Year'/><author><name>Kurosawa Sae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05016170498420073663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7180855477241317849.post-790218601512045641</id><published>2009-12-18T04:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-18T04:05:58.819-08:00</updated><title type='text'>CAMP is over~!</title><content type='html'>Omg, it's been like a lifetime since my last post! I'm back from camp and it was fun and tiring at the same time. POP was especially fun! Serving the seniors and teachers...Oh! Also, it was sweet of the UG boys to help us barbecue the food XDXD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Im FINALLY posting and guess what shit I'm putting up? That's right! A Lucky Star dance video! I'm still searching for a fourth dancer by the way~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/q_RPZcSZWJo&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/q_RPZcSZWJo&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/q_RPZcSZWJo&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/q_RPZcSZWJo&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all for now since I'm a lazy bum XDXD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7180855477241317849-790218601512045641?l=seethingrepentance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seethingrepentance.blogspot.com/feeds/790218601512045641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://seethingrepentance.blogspot.com/2009/12/camp-is-over.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7180855477241317849/posts/default/790218601512045641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7180855477241317849/posts/default/790218601512045641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seethingrepentance.blogspot.com/2009/12/camp-is-over.html' title='CAMP is over~!'/><author><name>Kurosawa Sae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05016170498420073663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7180855477241317849.post-8456159462130340846</id><published>2009-10-29T06:46:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T06:57:04.128-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Never Let Go</title><content type='html'>It's not the end of the world, people! We'll still see each other again! We can still hang and have our reunion and RULE THE WORLD XDXD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was wondering why I couldn't cry today but it's because I KNOW we are all still united in heart XDXD Don't be so pessimistic! Assembly, recess, after school, outside of school, CCA and maybe even Mother Tongue class, WE CAN ALL STILL BE TOGETHER!!! Chin up, everyone! Say it with me, "ZUL!!!" -gets shot- XDXD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay I'm being stupid XDXD But seriously, we will always be the wonderfully epic 2E2 of the epic year 2009. So many memories, good and bad, shared with everyone, never forget them. If you forget, I shall pummel you into a pulp XDXD Just kidding. In the words of a very annoying but sweet twin sister, we'll all be "Together Forever"! It's a matter of how we look at the situations. For example, SHARED is still SHARED even if you awesome gals are in different classes. A strong friendship can't be broken that easily! TOGETHA FOREVA, PEOPLEZ!!! Memories will stay and can never be erased :D So let's all stand the test of time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna rant for too long so I have two last lines for you wonderful peoplez of 2E2 '09:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"The united heart of 2E2 '09 shall resonate down the years to come. May you all be second to no one else in radiance."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7180855477241317849-8456159462130340846?l=seethingrepentance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seethingrepentance.blogspot.com/feeds/8456159462130340846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://seethingrepentance.blogspot.com/2009/10/never-let-go.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7180855477241317849/posts/default/8456159462130340846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7180855477241317849/posts/default/8456159462130340846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seethingrepentance.blogspot.com/2009/10/never-let-go.html' title='Never Let Go'/><author><name>Kurosawa Sae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05016170498420073663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7180855477241317849.post-5610877723153090705</id><published>2009-09-12T02:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-12T02:18:54.986-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Addicted...</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/5PnGcnbOJ8k&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/5PnGcnbOJ8k&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, it's official: I'm addicted to Sae's laugh. It's just so damn creepy, insane and awesome that hearing it makes me wanna laugh like that too! And I could've, if my brother wasn't in the room when I kept listening to it on headphones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HAHAHAHAAHHAAHAHAHAHHAAAHHAAAHAHA&lt;/span&gt; Yae, are you leaving me again...? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHHAAHAHHAHA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's basically like that. BUT STILL SO DAMN AWESOME! I'm telling you, Sae's laugh is the ULTIMATE weapon. You just SAE LAUGH in their faces and they run away like scared little...uh...Mios? XDXD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SAE RULEZ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7180855477241317849-5610877723153090705?l=seethingrepentance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seethingrepentance.blogspot.com/feeds/5610877723153090705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://seethingrepentance.blogspot.com/2009/09/addicted.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7180855477241317849/posts/default/5610877723153090705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7180855477241317849/posts/default/5610877723153090705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seethingrepentance.blogspot.com/2009/09/addicted.html' title='Addicted...'/><author><name>Kurosawa Sae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05016170498420073663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7180855477241317849.post-4987744126650962114</id><published>2009-08-27T04:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T04:57:35.836-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Contrast</title><content type='html'>DAMN interesting day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, we played charades and CS got humped by you know who. AHEMAHEM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second, we were all very sadistic during History.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Third, SPW was really, really awesome. Haha, Gabriel rocks at acting XDXD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that's all. I'm just gonna rant now so you &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;can&lt;/span&gt; not read the rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Wtf is wrong with me? Is there a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Retreat&lt;/span&gt; button in my mind that guilt pushes every bloody time I'm about to do something? To other people participating in &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;AXY&lt;/span&gt;...I'm not sure if I can do it. It's like I always have two emotions battling each other every damned second. My mind's tearing itself apart, that I'm absolutely sure. The war that my rivaling feelings holds will drive me to true insanity one day. I'm already thinking that I'm schizophrenic or something. It's always that I want to do something but some part of me holds me back, having a kind of stupid conscience thing going on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If they have pride, I can teach them strength." -Zahira Elfenesh, protagonist of 'Daughter of Flames'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I only wish that someone could teach &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;me&lt;/span&gt; strength...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7180855477241317849-4987744126650962114?l=seethingrepentance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seethingrepentance.blogspot.com/feeds/4987744126650962114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://seethingrepentance.blogspot.com/2009/08/contrast.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7180855477241317849/posts/default/4987744126650962114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7180855477241317849/posts/default/4987744126650962114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seethingrepentance.blogspot.com/2009/08/contrast.html' title='Contrast'/><author><name>Kurosawa Sae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05016170498420073663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7180855477241317849.post-8828568189320377773</id><published>2009-08-18T05:24:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-18T05:25:39.221-07:00</updated><title type='text'>One Week by Barenaked Ladies</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; It's been one week since you looked at me&lt;br /&gt;Cocked your head to the side and said "I'm angry"&lt;br /&gt;Five days since you laughed at me saying&lt;br /&gt;"Get that together come back and see me"&lt;br /&gt;Three days since the living room&lt;br /&gt;I realized it's all my fault, but couldn't tell you&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday you'd forgiven me&lt;br /&gt;but it'll still be two days till I say I'm sorry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hold it now and watch the hoodwink&lt;br /&gt;As I make you stop, think&lt;br /&gt;You'll think you're looking at Aquaman&lt;br /&gt;I summon fish to the dish, although I like the Chalet Swiss&lt;br /&gt;I like the sushi&lt;br /&gt;'cause it's never touched a frying pan&lt;br /&gt;Hot like wasabe when I bust rhymes&lt;br /&gt;Big like LeAnn Rimes&lt;br /&gt;Because I'm all about value&lt;br /&gt;Bert Kaempfert's got the mad hits&lt;br /&gt;You try to match wits, you try to hold me but I bust through&lt;br /&gt;Gonna make a break and take a fake&lt;br /&gt;I'd like a stinkin achin shake&lt;br /&gt;I like vanilla, it's the finest of the flavours&lt;br /&gt;Gotta see the show, cause then you'll know&lt;br /&gt;The vertigo is gonna grow&lt;br /&gt;Cause it's so dangerous,&lt;br /&gt;you'll have to sign a waiver&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can I help it if I think you're funny when you're mad&lt;br /&gt;Trying hard not to smile though I feel bad&lt;br /&gt;I'm the kind of guy who laughs at a funeral&lt;br /&gt;Can't understand what I mean?&lt;br /&gt;Well, you soon will&lt;br /&gt;I have a tendency to wear my mind on my sleeve&lt;br /&gt;I have a history of taking off my shirt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been one week since you looked at me&lt;br /&gt;Threw your arms in the air&lt;br /&gt;and said "You're crazy"&lt;br /&gt;Five days since you tackled me&lt;br /&gt;I've still got the rug burns on both my knees&lt;br /&gt;It's been three days since the afternoon&lt;br /&gt;You realized it's not my fault&lt;br /&gt;not a moment too soon&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday you'd forgiven me&lt;br /&gt;And now I sit back and wait til you say you're sorry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chickity China the Chinese chicken&lt;br /&gt;You have a drumstick and your brain stops tickin'&lt;br /&gt;Watchin' X-Files with no lights on&lt;br /&gt;We're dans la maison&lt;br /&gt;I hope the Smoking Man's in this one&lt;br /&gt;Like Harrison Ford I'm getting frantic&lt;br /&gt;Like Sting I'm tantric&lt;br /&gt;Like Snickers, guaranteed to satisfy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like Kurasawa I make mad films&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I don't make films&lt;br /&gt;But if I did they'd have a Samurai&lt;br /&gt;Gonna get a set a' better clubs&lt;br /&gt;Gonna find the kind with tiny nubs&lt;br /&gt;Just so my irons aren't always flying off the back-swing&lt;br /&gt;Gotta get in tune with Sailor Moon&lt;br /&gt;'Cause the cartoon has got the boom anime babes&lt;br /&gt;That make me think the wrong thing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can I help it if I think you're funny when you're mad&lt;br /&gt;Tryin' hard not to smile though I feel bad&lt;br /&gt;I'm the kind of guy who laughs at a funeral&lt;br /&gt;Can't understand what I mean?&lt;br /&gt;Well, you soon will&lt;br /&gt;I have a tendency to wear my mind on my sleeve&lt;br /&gt;I have a history of losing my shirt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been one week since you looked at me&lt;br /&gt;Dropped your arms to your sides&lt;br /&gt;and said "I'm sorry"&lt;br /&gt;Five days since I laughed at you and said&lt;br /&gt;"You just did just what I thought you were gonna do"&lt;br /&gt;Three days since the living room&lt;br /&gt;We realized we're both to blame,&lt;br /&gt;but what could we do?&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday you just smiled at me&lt;br /&gt;Cause it'll still be two days till we say we're sorry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It'll still be two days till we say we're sorry&lt;br /&gt;It'll still be two days till we say we're sorry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;It's a very cute song, ne? My favorite line is "I'm the kind of guy who laughs at a funeral".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7180855477241317849-8828568189320377773?l=seethingrepentance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seethingrepentance.blogspot.com/feeds/8828568189320377773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://seethingrepentance.blogspot.com/2009/08/one-week-by-barenaked-ladies.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7180855477241317849/posts/default/8828568189320377773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7180855477241317849/posts/default/8828568189320377773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seethingrepentance.blogspot.com/2009/08/one-week-by-barenaked-ladies.html' title='One Week by Barenaked Ladies'/><author><name>Kurosawa Sae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05016170498420073663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7180855477241317849.post-7129382470701986877</id><published>2009-08-13T04:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T04:30:30.628-07:00</updated><title type='text'>F**k You Very Much</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;font-size:85%;" &gt;Look inside &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;font-size:85%;" &gt; Look inside your tiny mind &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;font-size:85%;" &gt; Now look a bit harder &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;font-size:85%;" &gt; Cause we're so uninspired, so sick and tired of all the hatred you harbor &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;font-size:85%;" &gt; So you say &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;font-size:85%;" &gt; It's not okay to be gay &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;font-size:85%;" &gt; Well I think you're just evil &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;font-size:85%;" &gt; You're just some racist who can't tie my laces &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;font-size:85%;" &gt; Your point of view is midieval &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;font-size:85%;" &gt; F--k you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;font-size:85%;" &gt; F--k you very, very much &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;font-size:85%;" &gt; Cause we hate what you do &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;font-size:85%;" &gt; And we hate your whole crew &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;font-size:85%;" &gt; So please don't stay in touch &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;font-size:85%;" &gt; F--k you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;font-size:85%;" &gt; F--k you very, very much &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;font-size:85%;" &gt; Cause your words don't translate &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;font-size:85%;" &gt; And it's getting quite late &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;font-size:85%;" &gt; So please don't stay in touch &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;font-size:85%;" &gt; Do you get &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;font-size:85%;" &gt; Do you get a little kick of being slow minded? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;font-size:85%;" &gt; You want to be like your father &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;font-size:85%;" &gt; It's approval your after &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;font-size:85%;" &gt; Well that's not how you find it &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;font-size:85%;" &gt; Do you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;font-size:85%;" &gt; Do you really enjoy living a life that's so hateful? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;font-size:85%;" &gt; Cause there's a hole where your soul should be &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;font-size:85%;" &gt; Your losing control of it and it's really distasteful &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;font-size:85%;" &gt; F--k you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;font-size:85%;" &gt; F--k you very, very much &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;font-size:85%;" &gt; Cause we hate what you do &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;font-size:85%;" &gt; And we hate your whole crew &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;font-size:85%;" &gt; So please don't stay in touch &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;font-size:85%;" &gt; F--k you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;font-size:85%;" &gt; F--k you very, very much &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;font-size:85%;" &gt; Cause your words don't translate and it's getting quite late &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;font-size:85%;" &gt; So please don't stay in touch &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;font-size:85%;" &gt; Look inside &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;font-size:85%;" &gt; Look inside your tiny mind &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;font-size:85%;" &gt; Now look a bit harder &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;font-size:85%;" &gt; Cause we're so uninspired, so sick and tired of all the hatred you harbor &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;font-size:85%;" &gt; F--k you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;font-size:85%;" &gt; F--k you very, very much &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;font-size:85%;" &gt; Cause we hate what you do &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;font-size:85%;" &gt; And we hate your whole crew &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;font-size:85%;" &gt; So please don't stay in touch &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;font-size:85%;" &gt; F--k you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;font-size:85%;" &gt; F--k you very, very much &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;font-size:85%;" &gt; Cause your words don't translate and it's getting quite late &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;font-size:85%;" &gt; So please don't stay in touch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;This song by Lily Allen is dedicated to the few people that contributed in making my day HORRIBLE. I won't go into details, but I do have one thing to say to them...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;F--k you, f--k you very much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7180855477241317849-7129382470701986877?l=seethingrepentance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seethingrepentance.blogspot.com/feeds/7129382470701986877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://seethingrepentance.blogspot.com/2009/08/fk-you-very-much.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7180855477241317849/posts/default/7129382470701986877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7180855477241317849/posts/default/7129382470701986877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seethingrepentance.blogspot.com/2009/08/fk-you-very-much.html' title='F**k You Very Much'/><author><name>Kurosawa Sae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05016170498420073663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7180855477241317849.post-1880948061655640583</id><published>2009-08-09T08:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-09T09:09:33.057-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chinese Garden and Igor</title><content type='html'>Had a fun time--sweatingcoughcough--at Chinese Gardens with Rhia today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I wore my freakingly pinchy flats again...Screw the day I ever bought those cursed shoes. Now I've got three lovely blisters on my foot. AIN'T THAT JUST &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PEACHY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;? Thank God Rhia lent me a pair of flip flops or I would have DIED of bleeding-foot-blister-iosis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We spent our afternoon slacking in the resthouse at Jap gardens. Not much happened but after that I changed into my rather frilly white shirt and long skirt. What followed was a ton of twirling(by me), photo-taking (by the both of us) and sweating. DAMN THE SWELTERING WEATHER~!!! I wanted it to rain so that I could &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Stand in the Rain.&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marshmallows...Soft and squishy marshmallows...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are two of the pictures Rhia helped me take(edited, of course):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FnxDQ7fbspQ/Sn7yeQAgBaI/AAAAAAAAAAc/lRi65rnusAk/s1600-h/I_Can_Wait_Forever_by_Seething_Repentance.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FnxDQ7fbspQ/Sn7yeQAgBaI/AAAAAAAAAAc/lRi65rnusAk/s320/I_Can_Wait_Forever_by_Seething_Repentance.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367994407379273122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FnxDQ7fbspQ/Sn7yeFsDE-I/AAAAAAAAAAU/eB_gV23cH0I/s1600-h/Emo_Girl_by_Seething_Repentance.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FnxDQ7fbspQ/Sn7yeFsDE-I/AAAAAAAAAAU/eB_gV23cH0I/s320/Emo_Girl_by_Seething_Repentance.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367994404609135586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you wanna see the rest, visit my profile page on DeviantArt.com: &lt;a href="http://seething-repentance.deviantart.com/"&gt;Seething-Repentance&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sae, OUT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I lost my pants, can I have yours?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7180855477241317849-1880948061655640583?l=seethingrepentance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seethingrepentance.blogspot.com/feeds/1880948061655640583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://seethingrepentance.blogspot.com/2009/08/chinese-garden-and-igor.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7180855477241317849/posts/default/1880948061655640583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7180855477241317849/posts/default/1880948061655640583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seethingrepentance.blogspot.com/2009/08/chinese-garden-and-igor.html' title='Chinese Garden and Igor'/><author><name>Kurosawa Sae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05016170498420073663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FnxDQ7fbspQ/Sn7yeQAgBaI/AAAAAAAAAAc/lRi65rnusAk/s72-c/I_Can_Wait_Forever_by_Seething_Repentance.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7180855477241317849.post-6948397207804172041</id><published>2009-08-06T05:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T05:35:01.768-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stand in the Rain by Superchicks</title><content type='html'>She never slows down.&lt;br /&gt;She doesn't know why but she knows that when she's all alone, feels like its all coming down&lt;br /&gt;She won't turn around&lt;br /&gt;The shadows are long and she fears if she cries that first tear, the tears will not stop raining down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[CHORUS]&lt;br /&gt;So stand in the rain&lt;br /&gt;Stand your ground&lt;br /&gt;Stand up when it's all crashing down&lt;br /&gt;You stand through the pain&lt;br /&gt;You won't drown&lt;br /&gt;And one day, whats lost can be found&lt;br /&gt;You stand in the rain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She won't make a sound&lt;br /&gt;Alone in this fight with herself and the fears whispering if she stands she'll fall down&lt;br /&gt;She wants to be found&lt;br /&gt;The only way out is through everything she's running from wants to give up and lie down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[CHORUS]&lt;br /&gt;So stand in the rain&lt;br /&gt;Stand your ground&lt;br /&gt;Stand up when it's all crashing down&lt;br /&gt;You stand through the pain&lt;br /&gt;You won't drown&lt;br /&gt;And one day, whats lost can be found&lt;br /&gt;You stand in the rain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So stand in the rain&lt;br /&gt;Stand your ground&lt;br /&gt;Stand up when it's all crashing down&lt;br /&gt;Stand through the pain&lt;br /&gt;You won't drown&lt;br /&gt;And one day, whats lost can be found&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[CHORUS]&lt;br /&gt;So stand in the rain&lt;br /&gt;Stand your ground&lt;br /&gt;Stand up when it's all crashing down&lt;br /&gt;You stand through the pain&lt;br /&gt;You won't drown&lt;br /&gt;And one day, whats lost can be found&lt;br /&gt;You stand in the rain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'm seriously IN LOVE with this song. Of all the inspirational songs I've heard, this one's the ultimate BEST! THE BEST I TELLS YA~!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7180855477241317849-6948397207804172041?l=seethingrepentance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seethingrepentance.blogspot.com/feeds/6948397207804172041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://seethingrepentance.blogspot.com/2009/08/stand-in-rain-by-superchicks.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7180855477241317849/posts/default/6948397207804172041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7180855477241317849/posts/default/6948397207804172041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seethingrepentance.blogspot.com/2009/08/stand-in-rain-by-superchicks.html' title='Stand in the Rain by Superchicks'/><author><name>Kurosawa Sae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05016170498420073663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7180855477241317849.post-2837431506446113187</id><published>2009-08-02T05:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-02T05:59:36.272-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Breaking the Habit</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Breaking the Habit, by Linkin Park&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt; Memories consume&lt;br /&gt;Like opening the wound&lt;br /&gt;I'm picking me apart again&lt;br /&gt;You all assume&lt;br /&gt;I'm safe here in my room&lt;br /&gt;Unless I try to start again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Bridge:]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to be the one&lt;br /&gt;The battles always choose&lt;br /&gt;'Cause inside I realize&lt;br /&gt;That I'm the one confused&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Chorus:]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what's worth fighting for&lt;br /&gt;Or why I have to scream&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why I instigate&lt;br /&gt;And say what I don't mean&lt;br /&gt;I don't know how I got this way&lt;br /&gt;I know it's not alright&lt;br /&gt;So I'm breaking the habit&lt;br /&gt;I'm breaking the habit&lt;br /&gt;Tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clutching my cure&lt;br /&gt;I tightly lock the door&lt;br /&gt;I try to catch my breath again&lt;br /&gt;I hurt much more&lt;br /&gt;Than anytime before&lt;br /&gt;I had no options left again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Bridge:]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont want to be the one&lt;br /&gt;The battles always choose&lt;br /&gt;'Cause inside I realize&lt;br /&gt;That I'm the one confused&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Chorus:]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what's worth fighting for&lt;br /&gt;Or why I have to scream&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why I instigate&lt;br /&gt;And say what I don't mean&lt;br /&gt;I don't know how I got this way&lt;br /&gt;I'll never be alright&lt;br /&gt;So, I'm breaking the habit&lt;br /&gt;I'm breaking the habit&lt;br /&gt;Tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Bridge:]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll paint it on the walls&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I'm the one at fault&lt;br /&gt;I'll never fight again&lt;br /&gt;And this is how it ends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Chorus:]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what's worth fighting for&lt;br /&gt;Or why I have to scream&lt;br /&gt;But now I have some clarity&lt;br /&gt;to show you what I mean&lt;br /&gt;I don't know how I got this way&lt;br /&gt;I'll never be alright&lt;br /&gt;So, I'm breaking the habit&lt;br /&gt;I'm breaking the habit&lt;br /&gt;I’m breaking the habit&lt;br /&gt;Tonight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7180855477241317849-2837431506446113187?l=seethingrepentance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seethingrepentance.blogspot.com/feeds/2837431506446113187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://seethingrepentance.blogspot.com/2009/08/breaking-habit.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7180855477241317849/posts/default/2837431506446113187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7180855477241317849/posts/default/2837431506446113187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seethingrepentance.blogspot.com/2009/08/breaking-habit.html' title='Breaking the Habit'/><author><name>Kurosawa Sae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05016170498420073663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7180855477241317849.post-7461064693189217987</id><published>2009-08-02T05:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-02T05:55:17.123-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Why?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It's time for me to stop moping and give life all I've got...but why must I tear me down?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've had a great day, until I came home. Seriously, what did I do to myself? For some reason I can't explain, I refuse to show any emotion around my family unless the situation calls for it. I don't tell them anything anymore. Talking to them used to be so easy...As far as they know, I'm an emo-ish teen who rarely shows emotions. You people know I'm not like that at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;why&lt;/span&gt;? Why is it so hard to express myself in front of my family? I don't feel intimidated by them. I don't feel &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;anything&lt;/span&gt; around them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't usually pour my heart out on my blog, but...screw it. I need something to vent on and here is where I can do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom is awesome. She does everything to make sure my family is happy. She drives me home from school no matter how far away she is whenever I request. She gives me whatever I want as long as it is logical and within her limitations. She wants us to live comfortably. She tries very hard to connect with me. I shouldn't have any problems talking with her...but why the f**k can't I say anything to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad is quiet. He cares about me in a silent way that is similar to what we read in chapter 17 of our Chinese textbook. He tries to teach me to be independent so that I wouldn't crumble when I grow up. I hardly say anything to him though...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brother is probably the one who wants to understand me the most. He dotes on me, his only little sister. He talks to me whenever he's back from NS. I used to tell him everything. He &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;was&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; my best friend. What happened? Well...we grew up. It's the same for everyone, isn't it? We grow up, we drift.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...I feel like laughing at myself right now. I can't tell my family my f**king problems but I'm spilling everything on this stupid blog. I feel like a damned fool. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What the f**k is my problem?!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know anymore...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I promised myself once that I will try to be happy everyday, but someone like me seems to always drag myself down. It's time to stop moping, I said, time to grow up. -sigh- I feel like crying my eyes out. I can't, anyway; my eyes can't cry normally anymore; no stream of tears, only moistened eyes. Nothing&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; real&lt;/span&gt; can make me cry anymore...but all I ever wanted to do was cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It sucks...a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Screw it, goddammit. Screw it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It's time for me to stop moping and give life all I've got...but why must I tear me down? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WHY?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7180855477241317849-7461064693189217987?l=seethingrepentance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seethingrepentance.blogspot.com/feeds/7461064693189217987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://seethingrepentance.blogspot.com/2009/08/why.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7180855477241317849/posts/default/7461064693189217987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7180855477241317849/posts/default/7461064693189217987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seethingrepentance.blogspot.com/2009/08/why.html' title='Why?'/><author><name>Kurosawa Sae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05016170498420073663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7180855477241317849.post-1257204011703925119</id><published>2009-08-01T03:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-01T03:50:23.001-07:00</updated><title type='text'>DAMN GEWD DAY!</title><content type='html'>IT'S A DAMN GEWD DAY AND I FEEL GEWD~!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recommendation: &lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.onemanga.com/Papillon_-_Hana_to_Chou/"&gt;Papillon-Hana to Chou&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's DAMN nice! I cried during the DAMN sad parts and they're like DAMN sad! Not normal!sad, it's DAMN sad! And I know SOMEONE would probably like it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And as I said before, it's a DAMN good day! Started out quite sad--normal!sad--in the morning though*...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We left for Singapore Polytechnic at around 9am(Remember, KY is a traitor to blue house but AHEM is an insult to blue house XDXD) and everyone was DAMN high on the bus because very few of us were there and each of us get to have one seat to ourselves! When we got to SP, we all started setting up our board game...thingies. XINYI AND I RAWK-ED OUT LOUD TODAY! Seriously! That girl may be the queen of board games! So DAMN lucky at 'em!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND WE GOT MS. NURAINI TO TREAT US BECAUSE WE -blahblahblah-!!!!! I KNEW WE WOULD -blahblahblah-!!! I JUST &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;KNEW&lt;/span&gt; IT!!!! Why? Because we are so DAMN awesome!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spent the rest of the day playing Settlers of Catan with Xinyi, haha. We conquered the whole DAMN island, y'know. And we were surprisingly calm throughout the game save for some random outbursts from time to time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm typing here on this DAMN thing. Yes, I really needed to put DAMN in that last sentence. Btw, do you know how CUTE Zexion looks in a dress?! HE LOOKS SO &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;DAMN&lt;/span&gt; CUTE~!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kiren Sae, out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*: I realized...It's time for me to grow up. Time for me to stop moping like a pathetic weakling and start giving life all I've got...because I may never know when will be my last day. Face it, no one wants to die in sorrow. So, it's time for me to grow up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7180855477241317849-1257204011703925119?l=seethingrepentance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seethingrepentance.blogspot.com/feeds/1257204011703925119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://seethingrepentance.blogspot.com/2009/08/damn-gewd-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7180855477241317849/posts/default/1257204011703925119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7180855477241317849/posts/default/1257204011703925119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seethingrepentance.blogspot.com/2009/08/damn-gewd-day.html' title='DAMN GEWD DAY!'/><author><name>Kurosawa Sae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05016170498420073663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7180855477241317849.post-769660034482617149</id><published>2009-07-24T08:23:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-24T08:23:50.773-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Seething Repentance</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I look away from their eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Just smile and I might pull through&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;But inside, a mournful voice cries&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;No, that’s not true&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Don’t even ask me why I cry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I don’t cry, I don’t weep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Those tears have long gone dry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I want to be able to cry myself to sleep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yet compared to your woes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mine seem so trivial, so hollow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Still it drives a stake through my soul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I have no real reason to sorrow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Why do I bleed then?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Why do I feel the need to lie?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Why do I lose myself to them?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Why do I feel the need to lie?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I look away from your eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Just smile and I might just survive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;But all I seem to see are grey skies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Into the abyss of emptiness I dived&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Don’t even ask me why I seethe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;To repent and seek redemption for me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Under your gaze, I can’t even breathe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cuz I know I can’t be free&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yet compared to your woes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mine seem so trivial, so very pointless&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Still it drives a stake through my soul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I have no real reason to be cheerless&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Why do I bleed then?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Why do I need to force myself?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Why do I lose myself to them?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Why do I need to force myself?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I don’t even know why anymore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I should be happy, right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Smile and walk through that open door&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Forget the darkness and into the light&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;But…I can’t. I just can’t do it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Why can’t I just be content and live?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Steady and sure as my heartbeat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I continue to lie and deceive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yet compared to your woes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mine seem so trivial, so hollow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Still it drives a stake through my soul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I have no real reason to sorrow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Why do I bleed then?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Why do I feel the need to lie?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Why do I lose myself to them?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Why do I feel the need to cry?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I can’t weep anymore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;These tears have long gone dry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tore off the wings on which I used to soar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;No longer will I see the skies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Don’t even ask me why I seethe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;To repent and seek redemption for me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Under your gaze, I can’t even breathe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cuz I know I can’t be free&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I look away from their eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Just smile and I might pull through&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;But inside, a mournful voice cries&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;No, that’s not true&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yet compared to your woes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mine seem so trivial, so hollow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Still it drives a stake through my soul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I have no real reason to sorrow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Why do I bleed then?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Why do I feel the need to lie?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Why do I lose myself to them?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Why do I feel the need to cry?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Don’t even ask me why I seethe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;To repent and seek redemption for me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Under your gaze, I can’t even breathe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cuz I know I can’t be free&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7180855477241317849-769660034482617149?l=seethingrepentance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seethingrepentance.blogspot.com/feeds/769660034482617149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://seethingrepentance.blogspot.com/2009/07/seething-repentance.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7180855477241317849/posts/default/769660034482617149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7180855477241317849/posts/default/769660034482617149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seethingrepentance.blogspot.com/2009/07/seething-repentance.html' title='Seething Repentance'/><author><name>Kurosawa Sae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05016170498420073663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7180855477241317849.post-8969113512899541389</id><published>2009-07-17T20:00:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-17T20:00:27.215-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Miss Perfect's Tears</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;She’s down again, I see that so clear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Something in her eyes, clouded with tears&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;It hurts to see a friend with a broken heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;But her troubles she won’t impart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;So I sit wondering why oh why&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cuz unlike me, her life is not a lie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;She’s popular, she’s pretty, she’s clever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I’m a loser, I’m plain and I’m denser&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;She’s got boys begging for her hand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I’ve got friends who never understand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;So I sit here wondering why oh why&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Trying to figure out the reason she cries&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I really don’t know, it hurts to think&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;She never tells me about anything&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;It doesn’t add up, it doesn’t make sense&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The need for all this goddamned pretense&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;So I sit here wondering why oh why&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cuz unlike me, her life is not a lie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;She’s rich, she’s down-to-earth, she’s friendly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I’m penniless, I’m shallow and I’m nasty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;She’s got everything, her life is perfect&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I’ve got nothing, my life’s a wreck&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;So I sit here wondering why oh why&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Trying to figure out the reason she cries&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I really don’t know, nothing in my mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A perfect life like hers every girl wants to find&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;She’s never been through what I have&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;She doesn’t know how flawless a life she has&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;So I sit here wondering why oh why&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cuz unlike me, her life is not a lie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Unlike me, her life is not a lie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7180855477241317849-8969113512899541389?l=seethingrepentance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seethingrepentance.blogspot.com/feeds/8969113512899541389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://seethingrepentance.blogspot.com/2009/07/miss-perfects-tears.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7180855477241317849/posts/default/8969113512899541389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7180855477241317849/posts/default/8969113512899541389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seethingrepentance.blogspot.com/2009/07/miss-perfects-tears.html' title='Miss Perfect&apos;s Tears'/><author><name>Kurosawa Sae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05016170498420073663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7180855477241317849.post-2994799149291922692</id><published>2009-06-30T04:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T05:13:11.958-07:00</updated><title type='text'>INteresting</title><content type='html'>Second day back in school, WHOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Technically, its my first day since I had to perform for the ASEAN student exchange program yesterday. It was super awesome! We got to see students from ASEAN countries and perform especially for them! And most importantly, we got to miss lessons! The thingy finished at about 11 plus, but we dragged--with eating the buffet--and dragged until about 12:05pm, then on the way back, we kept cursing the bus, telling it to go slower and hoping we'll get lost or a flat tire! When we got back to school at around 12:30pm, we had a loooong debrief and watched the video the teacher took of us while we're singing. Then we went back to our classes and changed together. But the funny part is, we spent so much time removing make-up, re-doing our hair and stuff that we missed the entire day of school! Talk about EPIC!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was super-awesome too! Firstly, I got Uncle Bry, Yew Leng and Russell to join Organization Fatalità! A lil' 411 on it: It's an organization where we have 'Nobody names' which is basically just our names coded with a letter "x"--eg.: mine is Mixanji, Rhia's is Rhixa and so forth--and HAVE FUN by role-playing our 'Nobodies' and other stuff.  Joanna's our Leader--we have to address her as the Superior when we're role-playing and at random moments--but I handle most of the dirty work anyway. Anyway, JOANNA LOOKS SO KAWAII WITH HER NEW HAIRSTYLE!!!!!!!! And curse you, Reuben! WHY ARE YOU SUDDENLY SO TALL?!?!?!?!? I HEI CHU!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing much happened today but there was a lot of laugh-my-hindquarters-off moments XDXD. BUT I LOST MY YELLOW PENCIL~!!!!!! Whoever took it, please return it! It has an orange eye near the eraser-end-thingy!!! I WUV MY PENCIL!!! IT HAS FOLLOWED ME THROUGH GAZILLIONS OF DRAWINGS~!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, I'm not on crack. I'm on chocolates...and yogurt...and potatoes...and rice...and oxygen...and maybe carbon dioxide, but that's not the point. Also, I wrote a song! It's titled "Blue Skies Behind" and it's kinda emo-ish in a way but I'm still trying to figure out the melody.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Turning around I see them cry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;So sad to leave it all and say good-bye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Wished I could say something&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;But I could do nothing but sing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;So we should prepare ourselves tonight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;For tomorrow and onwards will be a fight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pack my bags, baby, leave it all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Smashing down every tear-stained wall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I know the world won’t be kind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;So I’ll just have to leave those blue skies behind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I hate every moment you know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Because now everything seems so cold&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;My friends, we’ll see and laugh with each other again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Just like those times we danced in the pouring rain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Running out into the night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;How much I’ll miss this is...such a fright&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;So pack my bags, honey, leave it all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I don’t mind, no I don’t mind at all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I know the world won’t be kind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;So I’ll just have to leave those blue skies behind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;It hurts so much inside&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You’ll never know why and how I’ll hide&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Don’t know the reason I’m goin’ down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Maybe I’ll tattoo on my face a big fat frown&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;It doesn’t matter anymore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Because now we'll see all the blood and gore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I hate every moment, you know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Because everything seems so cold&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;But now that we’ve run into the storm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;We’ve cut ourselves from the norm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;We know the world won’t be kind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;So we’ll just have to leave those blue skies behind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;So pack my bags, darlin’, leave it all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I don’t mind anymore, even if we have to crawl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;We’ll smash down every tear-stained wall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cuz we don’t mind, we don’t mind at all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Do you know the world isn’t kind?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Do you know you’ll have to leave those blue skies behind?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The world is never kind, we don’t know how&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;But we know those blue skies are behind us now…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;It's kinda how everyone would be at the end of this year and the end of their "studying-career", entering the harsh world of working and having to fend for yourself. The "you" is actually referring to a younger person still in their education period. Can anyone help me with the melody?!?!!? I NEED HELP~!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sae, out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.: ZEXION IS SO CUTE!!!! That's right, I'm sooooo OVER Murata Ken, but he's still one of my faves XDXD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7180855477241317849-2994799149291922692?l=seethingrepentance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seethingrepentance.blogspot.com/feeds/2994799149291922692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://seethingrepentance.blogspot.com/2009/06/interesting.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7180855477241317849/posts/default/2994799149291922692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7180855477241317849/posts/default/2994799149291922692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seethingrepentance.blogspot.com/2009/06/interesting.html' title='INteresting'/><author><name>Kurosawa Sae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05016170498420073663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7180855477241317849.post-7816720359445216888</id><published>2009-06-11T05:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T08:02:36.198-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Air-con plus chocolate equals ROFL</title><content type='html'>Now gather round and listen carefully&lt;br /&gt;For I am going to tell you a cheerful little story.&lt;br /&gt;It started out simple enough,&lt;br /&gt;I woke up this &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;early&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;this morning (cough)&lt;br /&gt;Then I switched on the computer&lt;br /&gt;And brushed my teeth thereafter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Throughout my time&lt;br /&gt;I got quite pissed, you might chime&lt;br /&gt;Mosquitoes attacked me from all directions&lt;br /&gt;Then I had a wee recollection&lt;br /&gt;I remembered when Xinyi told me,&lt;br /&gt;"I wanna be a vampire, wouldn't that be a delight?"&lt;br /&gt;"Why would you want to be a bloodsucking parasite?"&lt;br /&gt;"But being a vampire would be so cool!"&lt;br /&gt;Then I said, "Why don't you just attend law school?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spent my morning in cyberspace&lt;br /&gt;With a look of boredom on my face&lt;br /&gt;Zexion and Demyx look so cute together&lt;br /&gt;We as fangirls wouldn't have them with any other&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Mythbusters, they blew things up real good&lt;br /&gt;Just like how they always would&lt;br /&gt;I ate my lunch when the train station exploded&lt;br /&gt;And quite a lot of trees got detonated&lt;br /&gt;Boy do I feel sorry for Buster&lt;br /&gt;Sooner or later, he'll be one fried mister&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Late in the afternoon, I switched on the air-con&lt;br /&gt;And then came my friend Rhiannon&lt;br /&gt;With chocolates, we laughed all day&lt;br /&gt;And thought that Richard Simmons was gay&lt;br /&gt;It's funny how funny people are&lt;br /&gt;When they need to check for penguins under their car&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xemnas, that old snob no one respects&lt;br /&gt;Ever since they found out his name reorders to Mansex&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My fingers ran across the keyboard-piano-thing&lt;br /&gt;And soon the tune seems to sing&lt;br /&gt;Rhia tried playing River Flows in You&lt;br /&gt;She learned real fast, yes it is true&lt;br /&gt;I played Seeds of Love&lt;br /&gt;In my desperation to improve&lt;br /&gt;Yes I suck at playing the piano&lt;br /&gt;Hear my 'concert' and you'll go off like a volcano&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had fun with L's real name&lt;br /&gt;It was such a fun little game&lt;br /&gt;Rhia said Lactose was what L meant&lt;br /&gt;Maybe that's why his name he came to resent?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretty soon we were laughing again&lt;br /&gt;At how nothing ever has a brain&lt;br /&gt;Two plus two equals five, really?&lt;br /&gt;The notion seems kinda silly&lt;br /&gt;But Uncyclopedia proved them wrong&lt;br /&gt;A truth we denied all along&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cake is always the best option&lt;br /&gt;Says the article in its description&lt;br /&gt;To be or not to be?&lt;br /&gt;Why can't we all see&lt;br /&gt;That there is one more selection&lt;br /&gt;Cake is always the best option&lt;br /&gt;Hamlet is an idiot, we know now&lt;br /&gt;So let's just take a bow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One more lesson we've learnt&lt;br /&gt;Currency has nothing to do with accent&lt;br /&gt;Rhia, I thought you knew better&lt;br /&gt;Now we know that knowledge's a dead letter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One last thing to note&lt;br /&gt;For there's nothing else I'd quote&lt;br /&gt;We had some fun with Axel&lt;br /&gt;Who knew he was a model?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the final time&lt;br /&gt;You sure proved ROFL a crime&lt;br /&gt;When laughter seeped into our bones&lt;br /&gt;We realized someone put alcohol in the Toblerones&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We said our goodbye&lt;br /&gt;You and I&lt;br /&gt;But I realized it was too late&lt;br /&gt;When I accidentally called you Chocolate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I try to not rhyme, to no avail&lt;br /&gt;And this is the end of my little tale&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I decided to write this blog post in poetry because of overdose of Hoedowns and a great afternoon. This is what chocolate can do to you, kids. So eat as much as you like!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rhia, for you I shout "Hooray!"&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for this wonderful day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7180855477241317849-7816720359445216888?l=seethingrepentance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seethingrepentance.blogspot.com/feeds/7816720359445216888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://seethingrepentance.blogspot.com/2009/06/air-con-plus-chocolate-equals-rofl.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7180855477241317849/posts/default/7816720359445216888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7180855477241317849/posts/default/7816720359445216888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seethingrepentance.blogspot.com/2009/06/air-con-plus-chocolate-equals-rofl.html' title='Air-con plus chocolate equals ROFL'/><author><name>Kurosawa Sae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05016170498420073663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7180855477241317849.post-8193248142548344140</id><published>2009-06-09T04:31:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T04:35:33.109-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY ZEMYX DAY!!!</title><content type='html'>HAPPY ZEMYX DAY, EVERYONE!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, I spent my ENTIRE day on reading Zemyx fanfictions, Whose Line Hoedowns and writing a KH fanfiction!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not much to say other than, I LOVE THE SONG "SEEDS OF LOVE"!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/9TpWsuphQCk&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/9TpWsuphQCk&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7180855477241317849-8193248142548344140?l=seethingrepentance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seethingrepentance.blogspot.com/feeds/8193248142548344140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://seethingrepentance.blogspot.com/2009/06/happy-zemyx-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7180855477241317849/posts/default/8193248142548344140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7180855477241317849/posts/default/8193248142548344140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seethingrepentance.blogspot.com/2009/06/happy-zemyx-day.html' title='HAPPY ZEMYX DAY!!!'/><author><name>Kurosawa Sae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05016170498420073663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7180855477241317849.post-5493858601128794140</id><published>2009-05-21T07:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T07:33:48.258-07:00</updated><title type='text'>TWO AsXDXD</title><content type='html'>I GOT 92 FOR ART~!!! AND 70.4 FOR LITERATURE!!! That's TWO As! Now I only need to look forward to the checked Geography paper! 1 and a half marks to an A for that! Maybe three As will soften the blow on my D for math...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway YELLOW HOUSE TOTALLY TRASHED THE OTHER HOUSES YESTERDAY!!! Much thanks to the basketball boys on our team heee, THEY ROCK~!!! I did nothing but stand up on the chair and hug the Captain's Ball basket, which is a really, really clean wastepaper basket XDXD. Went home on the bus with Yew Leng and walked home from the bus stop at the reservoir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I woke at 5:20am as usual. Blah, blah, blah and yadda yadda yadda until I arrived in school. Waited for Chin Siang because I needed to ask him something about the bass clef and after that I went down to the canteen to practice some songs from Tsubasa Chronicle on the piano. Nothing else went on much for the rest of the day, so yeah...Btw, JOANNA IS ACCIDENT-PRONE XDXD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After school, I had lunch with Xinyi and she accompanied me to Lot 1 to apply for a part-time job at Pizza Hut. That reminds me, Dante loves pizza XDXD. We saw Rachel, Xin Zhi, Sherlyn and Xiao Jun there heee. Celebrating for after mid-years, ne? The manager said that I can probably start work at either first or second week of June. YAY!!! I. Am. Very. Happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took the LRT home and took a nap in an air-conditioned environment which is my room. And I got attacked by mosquitoes again...I HATE THOSE LITTLE BUGGERS!!! At around 6:30pm, my teeny weeny eyes opened XDXD. Spent the entire night on the comp reading Zemyx(Demyx+Zexion YAOI) fanfictions, Whose Line videos and Half-Life 2 walkthroughs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that was my day, thank y'all, thank y'all very much&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sae, out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.: VINCENT IS MINE AND FOREVER WILL BE~!!! I LOVE VINCENT!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7180855477241317849-5493858601128794140?l=seethingrepentance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seethingrepentance.blogspot.com/feeds/5493858601128794140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://seethingrepentance.blogspot.com/2009/05/two-asxdxd.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7180855477241317849/posts/default/5493858601128794140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7180855477241317849/posts/default/5493858601128794140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seethingrepentance.blogspot.com/2009/05/two-asxdxd.html' title='TWO AsXDXD'/><author><name>Kurosawa Sae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05016170498420073663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7180855477241317849.post-7037116956818673855</id><published>2009-05-18T00:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T00:35:51.838-07:00</updated><title type='text'>For the Him that I don't know yet</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/NYaFpHvh364&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/NYaFpHvh364&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know, some of y'all think I'm crazy to dedicate a song to someone I don't know, but I have this feeling that I will meet him...So...yeah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7180855477241317849-7037116956818673855?l=seethingrepentance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seethingrepentance.blogspot.com/feeds/7037116956818673855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://seethingrepentance.blogspot.com/2009/05/for-him-that-i-dont-know-yet.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7180855477241317849/posts/default/7037116956818673855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7180855477241317849/posts/default/7037116956818673855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seethingrepentance.blogspot.com/2009/05/for-him-that-i-dont-know-yet.html' title='For the Him that I don&apos;t know yet'/><author><name>Kurosawa Sae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05016170498420073663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7180855477241317849.post-2599470116831485292</id><published>2009-05-15T07:22:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T07:45:11.840-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Skin and Twilight Parody</title><content type='html'>WE ARE FINALLY FREEEEEEEEEEEEE~!!! No more papers, no more studying~!!! And Ramen Girl on Sunday! LIFE IS GEWD~!!! Btw, like my new blogskin?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, I had a great day today. During morning assembly, they announced that 'House Games' will now be called 'Sports Spectra', courtesy of Mdm Sathiya. When the school heard the name, everyone went "whoaaaaaa...". It was really funny! Home Economics exam was FREAKIN fun too XDXD. Why are young children discouraged from eating too many sweets? Is the answer obesity? Or is it...tooth decay?! I'm such a moron, hee. OH and Someone-I-Know nosebled during the paper and when I saw his shirt stained with blood, I was like thinking, "Omg, Sae..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that was the art exam. We were allowed to slack for about 1 hour and 15 minutes for reasons unknown, haha. Rhia, Jo and I were like yelling "'KAICHEN' FOREVER!" to Hui Chen. Pairing names are just so cute! Same goes for "Huming" forever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DURING the art exam, I was seriously having fun drawing the genie and all that. They said my drawing wasn't original but I beg to differ. 'Genie in a lamp' and 'genie in a bottle' are different, heee! Then one of our invigilators, Mrs. Lim, praised my artwork and stuff. Not that I don't appreciate it, but isn't she not allowed to chat with us during the exam...? Oh well, she's nice anyway XDXD. She reminds me of Mdm Choo, haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After school, I was watching Mythbusters when Rhia knocked on my front door XDXD. We watched the rest of Mythbusters before entering the world of Internet. I showed her a picture of Tsubaki Tono, this freakin creepy ghost in Fatal Frame 4. She was like "Eeeeeee..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHOSE LINE IS IT ANYWAY: PROPS MARATHON!!! We watched a hell ton of Whose Line: Props videos on Youtube and laughed our beeps off. I was like squealing everytime I saw Jeff Davis...HE'S JUST SO CUTE~!!! And while waiting for the videos to load, we searched random things on Wikipedia for the fun of it all. We even searched faeces, haha! Then we searched chopsticks and other dining utensils. Sporks caught our attention. "Would you mind setting the 'sporks' and 'foons'?" Try saying that! I guarantee it'll sound weird XDXD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, and we ate apples. Our hyper minds came up with a Twilight Parody.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FnxDQ7fbspQ/Sg1_NUfcpYI/AAAAAAAAAAM/TTjnnyD2YO0/s1600-h/Twilight+Parody.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 256px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FnxDQ7fbspQ/Sg1_NUfcpYI/AAAAAAAAAAM/TTjnnyD2YO0/s320/Twilight+Parody.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336061000319542658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Courtesy of my hands, ain't we the smartest? Haha, truthfully, I don't really like Twilight, it's not the books' fault, I just happen to despise vampires XPXD. But if the books' covers were really like that, they'd be the laughing stock of the century.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that's it for today. SEE YA NEXT TIME~!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sae, out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.: MURATA KEN-CHAAAAAAAN~!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS2: Be thankful for all that you have!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7180855477241317849-2599470116831485292?l=seethingrepentance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seethingrepentance.blogspot.com/feeds/2599470116831485292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://seethingrepentance.blogspot.com/2009/05/new-skin-and-twilight-parody.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7180855477241317849/posts/default/2599470116831485292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7180855477241317849/posts/default/2599470116831485292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seethingrepentance.blogspot.com/2009/05/new-skin-and-twilight-parody.html' title='New Skin and Twilight Parody'/><author><name>Kurosawa Sae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05016170498420073663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FnxDQ7fbspQ/Sg1_NUfcpYI/AAAAAAAAAAM/TTjnnyD2YO0/s72-c/Twilight+Parody.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7180855477241317849.post-3342323005466555680</id><published>2009-05-10T21:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T21:48:21.416-07:00</updated><title type='text'>THIS IS THE CUTEST VIDEO I'VE EVER SEEN!</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/R9NYWtqU1x8&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/R9NYWtqU1x8&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOU &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HAVE&lt;/span&gt; TO ADMIT THAT THIS IS CUTE~!!! HEEEEEE KEN-CHAN LOOKS SO CUTE~!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7180855477241317849-3342323005466555680?l=seethingrepentance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seethingrepentance.blogspot.com/feeds/3342323005466555680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://seethingrepentance.blogspot.com/2009/05/this-is-cutest-video-ive-ever-seen.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7180855477241317849/posts/default/3342323005466555680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7180855477241317849/posts/default/3342323005466555680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seethingrepentance.blogspot.com/2009/05/this-is-cutest-video-ive-ever-seen.html' title='THIS IS THE CUTEST VIDEO I&apos;VE EVER SEEN!'/><author><name>Kurosawa Sae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05016170498420073663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7180855477241317849.post-2654979108342081224</id><published>2009-05-07T23:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T01:44:43.960-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ureshii o naranai ne...</title><content type='html'>うれしい を ならない ね...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;わからない よ...どうしたの私は孤独に感じる&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;でも...このことばは&lt;span lang="ja"&gt;君&lt;/span&gt;たちに言ないよ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;私は本当に寂しい&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;そして私は永遠にうれしいをならないよ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Japanese is a little rusty so...yeah. Tell me if there's any mistakes in grammar or whatever, mmmkay? Now, here's something for you to think about that's in a language you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Moon is surrounded by stars, because of that, I thought the Moon never had to be alone. But I was wrong. The Moon is more alone than ever. She's not like the Stars, not like the Earth and not like the Sun. She can't give off light, only reflect. She can't be among the Stars to make friends with them. She can only hang on to the Earth, even unto the latter's imminent death. The Moon longs to see the Sun, chasing his tail through the skies to meet him. But he never sees her. And so she gave up because she knows...She's all alone in the universe, though there are many of her kind. Nonetheless, most of them are together, there for each other throughout their time hanging onto their planets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Moon turned to see two of her kind, Phobos and Deimos, circling a small scarlet orb. At least they had each other. All they had was just that. And she was alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The people of Earth see her every night. Luminous and beautiful they complimented her, yet they can never see the far side--the dark side--of her. Only a few did and they know it can never turn to the Earth. Lifeless, she was, no matter how pleasing she looked from Earth. Once they got close, they'll realize that the Moon was devoid of life. And then they'll leave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even so, on the far side of the Solar System was a little orb that was exactly the the Moon. Beautiful, lifeless, alone. He was called Charon, misunderstood and forgotten. So like her in many ways, her perfect match, you might say. The Moon knows he's there, but she doesn't know who he is. And so she reaches out to him, hoping that one day he would do so as well. Maybe then, they will no longer have to be alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But until that time, the Moon waits, amongst the Stars that are so unlike her. She endures the soul-sucking darkness of space and time because she knows, one day, she won't be alone anymore. All she needed to do was to wait...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7180855477241317849-2654979108342081224?l=seethingrepentance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seethingrepentance.blogspot.com/feeds/2654979108342081224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://seethingrepentance.blogspot.com/2009/05/ureshii-o-naranai-ne.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7180855477241317849/posts/default/2654979108342081224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7180855477241317849/posts/default/2654979108342081224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seethingrepentance.blogspot.com/2009/05/ureshii-o-naranai-ne.html' title='Ureshii o naranai ne...'/><author><name>Kurosawa Sae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05016170498420073663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7180855477241317849.post-678398671267533310</id><published>2009-05-06T03:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T04:03:24.652-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hourglass without the Sand</title><content type='html'>Last day of my medical leave, finally! Believe it or not, I actually miss school! And I hate being sick...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn, I feel so empty these days...Guess I really miss you all, man. Nothing feels the same without a day with 2E2 and Swiss Cottage. Wow, if I miss school only after 5 days, when I graduate, it's gonna be hell, no?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been watching a lot of Mythbusters though. Jamie is AWESOME at controlling his seasickness haha. Then the Ask a Ninja Ninja addressed him as "Robot Jamie" because he's rather stony. And Adam inhaled some helium, his voice went super squeaky and it was so funny!!! Nothing much to say here  other than that...OH YEAH! I've been listening to a lot of Tsubasa Chronicle soundtracks(Future Soundscape) and they are AWESOME!!! I mean, I didn't know Syaoran, Fay or Kuro-pyuu could sing! I AM NOW ADDICTED TO FUTURE SOUNDSCAPE!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which reminds me, I scolded this guy on Youtube for criticizing Fatal Frame 2. He was all like "it's not art" and all that crap. I went like "people don't care if it's not art, they just want a game and they got it". That person was really being a jerk and insulting the storyline and comparing it to freaking Silent Hill. HELLO?! News flash, bozo, FF ain't mindless zombie-shooting trash. It has nice graphics, a decent story, interesting characters and ghosts that actually scare people. The Tecmo people worked so hard to give us one good game and here that punk is complaining away like he's God or something. What's more, he over shot his limit to comment on that particular FF video so GUESS WHAT?! He used his friend's account to criticize some more. That guy's a total jerk, man. I mean, WE GET IT! You don't like it, others do, now shut the hell up and wake up. It's just a game, no one cares if it's not freaking art. Sheesh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I'm done ranting. For those who haven't listened to Future Soundscape's "Ship of Fools", go listen now!!! It's so freaking awesome! Same goes for Fay and Kuro-pon's themes! Oh, and did I mention Kuro-tan's theme sounds a lot like it's from Pirates of the Caribbean? Then Fay's theme sounds so...Aladdin-ish haha! MUST LISTEN~!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Strangely, I have a recent obsession with sand...and Mythbusters...and Devil May Cry...and tea. Yes, I said 'tea'. Speaking of Devil May Cry, there was this character in Totally Spies whose name is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Virgil&lt;/span&gt;. He's super dorky and has a stupid curly fringe. When I heard his name I was like "Damn...&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Vergil&lt;/span&gt;, I feel insulted &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;for&lt;/span&gt; you..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The difference between Virgil and Vergil is like so damn obvious. Virgil is a klutz, strangely obsessed with coffee beans and just plain dorky. Vergil is cool, probably sadistic and, dare I say it, hot. I seriously feel insulted &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;for&lt;/span&gt; him...BUT I STILL LOVE DANTE-SAMA HAHA XDXD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sae, out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.: Did I mention how cute Ken-chan is? No? Yes? A million times already? Well, one more time can't possibly hurt! MURATA KEN-CHAN IS CUUUUUTEEEE~!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS2: I WANNA INHALE HELIUM~!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7180855477241317849-678398671267533310?l=seethingrepentance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seethingrepentance.blogspot.com/feeds/678398671267533310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://seethingrepentance.blogspot.com/2009/05/hourglass-without-sand.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7180855477241317849/posts/default/678398671267533310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7180855477241317849/posts/default/678398671267533310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seethingrepentance.blogspot.com/2009/05/hourglass-without-sand.html' title='Hourglass without the Sand'/><author><name>Kurosawa Sae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05016170498420073663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7180855477241317849.post-7427077674602259266</id><published>2009-04-23T05:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T05:20:27.631-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SILVER Thursday</title><content type='html'>SILVER!!! WE GOT A SILVER AWARD FOR S.Y.F.!!! ALL THOSE HARD WORK AND THE BLISTERS ON OUR FEET HAVE PAID OFF!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We couldn't have achieved a silver if not for our seniors, Mr. Wilson, Mdm. Choo, Mdm. Wan and Ms. Lim. For believing in us, for pushing us to do our best and for guiding us every step of the way, they've really did all they could to see us improve and we did! And special thanks to 2E2 and Gladys' classmates for encouraging us!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SWISS CHOIR FOREVER!!! AND MY FEET STILL HURT!!! BUT I AM A VERY HAPPY PERSON!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7180855477241317849-7427077674602259266?l=seethingrepentance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seethingrepentance.blogspot.com/feeds/7427077674602259266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://seethingrepentance.blogspot.com/2009/04/silver-thursday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7180855477241317849/posts/default/7427077674602259266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7180855477241317849/posts/default/7427077674602259266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seethingrepentance.blogspot.com/2009/04/silver-thursday.html' title='SILVER Thursday'/><author><name>Kurosawa Sae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05016170498420073663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7180855477241317849.post-1748662797441139729</id><published>2009-04-22T04:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T04:32:32.989-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Work Harder Wednesday</title><content type='html'>C'mon people! Our Swiss Choir's S.Y.F. is freakin TOMORROW!!! Here's a poem dedicated to how hard our seniors  and we worked. We will always be proud of ourselves no matter what we will get tomorrow! SWISS CHOIR FOREVER!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;My legs are about to fail&lt;br /&gt;My lungs burned and ached&lt;br /&gt;I feared to look back&lt;br /&gt;My pursuers were catching up&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure they were&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still I ran for my life&lt;br /&gt;Though I have nothing left&lt;br /&gt;To regret in this times&lt;br /&gt;For my pride I couldn't&lt;br /&gt;Shame myself by failing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My life was all that I had&lt;br /&gt;I had to keep running&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They were gaining up on me&lt;br /&gt;Like a lion to a mere fawn&lt;br /&gt;My own death I could foresee&lt;br /&gt;But I couldn't let myself stop&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My life was all that I had&lt;br /&gt;I had to keep running&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sight blurred and misted&lt;br /&gt;I was faint from exhaustion&lt;br /&gt;Yet my legs cycled on&lt;br /&gt;Ignoring my wasting mind&lt;br /&gt;Struggling for much-needed air&lt;br /&gt;My legs cycled on nonetheless&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My life was all that I had&lt;br /&gt;I had to keep running&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;No matter how tired we can get, we cannot stop and let ourselves, our mentors and everyone who believed in us down. Others are catching up to us, we need to work harder and harder still. This is our last time with our Sec 4 seniors, we have to do our very best. We are all that we have, we have to keep going. So, everyone, let's bring some glory home to Swiss Cottage, to Swiss Choir!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sae out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.: And if you're wondering, yes, I did write this poem so close your mouth and face it, I'm a terrible poet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7180855477241317849-1748662797441139729?l=seethingrepentance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seethingrepentance.blogspot.com/feeds/1748662797441139729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://seethingrepentance.blogspot.com/2009/04/work-harder-wednesday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7180855477241317849/posts/default/1748662797441139729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7180855477241317849/posts/default/1748662797441139729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seethingrepentance.blogspot.com/2009/04/work-harder-wednesday.html' title='Work Harder Wednesday'/><author><name>Kurosawa Sae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05016170498420073663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7180855477241317849.post-4296400616031649974</id><published>2009-04-15T00:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T01:13:47.177-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Banana Walnut Wednesday</title><content type='html'>Today was GREAT! I AM STILL A VERY HAPPY PERSON, THANK Y'ALL VERY MUCH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I slept in this morning...Got up 10 minutes late, but had a good night's sleep and a very funny dream I totally forgot now, haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YAY! I successfully infuriated Joanna! I know I'm stupid and retarded, okay? Don't need to yell at me XDXD. Today was strangely warmer than previous days...Also, Carson's not here for two days now and we really miss his girly voice XDXD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ONTO THE IMPORTANT PART OF LIFE: HOME ECONOMICS! We baked banana walnut cakes today~!!! We were like all sweaty from P.E. haha. On our way to the kitchen, we could smell 2E5's cakes baking and somehow it smelled like chocolate...When we were supposed to wash our...apparatus? Equipment? Utensils? Whatever &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lah&lt;/span&gt;--, I accidentally washed the sieve! I was like "Oh shit" when Jo told me that we're not supposed to wash it. So I grabbed it and started waving it around to get the water off, but we had to gather at the center table so I had to put it down. After the briefing on how to make the banana walnut cake, the sieve was dry! Jo and I were like "What the hell...? How come dry so fast one?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here comes the fun part: creaming the butter and sugar. I was beating the eggs when Jo suddenly went super mixer on the bowl of butter and sugar. She was creaming it really, really fast and kinda violent! I went like "Electric mixer! Jo the electric mixer!" Then she was like laughing a lot because I said it and when I saw that I beat the eggs until they turned frothy as they were supposed to, I went "Wow! The eggs are foaming! RABID EGGS~!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Jo and I laughed like hell. The whole group of us got a bit pissed when Mr. Khye--is it Khye or Chai or Tsai or what? I can't spell his name!--kept stopping us to give us some instructions. Couldn't he have told us at the beginning? Back to mixing, when Jo and I switched duties--meaning I did the mixing and she beat the eggs--, I had a mini mixing battle with Bryan; Both of us got quite violent with the mixture XDXD And the whole time I was practically yelling at Jason to beat the eggs until they're frothy before they could be added in. But the four of us were quite slow as we wanted the cake to turn out nice. Mr. Khye had to come and tell us to hurry up, which spurred Bryan and me on to get even more violent with the mixture XDXD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, that's enough for the violent mixing battle XDXD. Now onto something more important than getting violent with butter, eggs, flour, mashed bananas and sugar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;you know who you are&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't be sad anymore okay? Life is like this, change is essential. You never knew this, but I felt the same way you did when I was in primary school and sometimes I still do. It felt--and feels--horrible, but over six years of it, I got used to it so to me, it really didn't seem like a big deal. But I'm not lying when I say that I really understand how you feel. It's just that sometimes, I really don't know how to cheer you up. The fear of saying something inappropriate prevents me from saying most of what's on my mind. But know that I'm here to listen to any of life's crap you tell me. Though I may never be the 'light of hope', I wish that I can at least be your listening ear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best way to make it all better is to simply forget about it, focus on the idea that if you can't have a perfect life, make others' lives as perfect as you can. So, everything's okay as long as you see the brighter side of any and everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep that smile on your face and glooms will be gone without a trace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sae, out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.: To the thieving dog who stole my bendy ruler, I will get you! Maybe not today, tomorrow, the day after that, next week, next month or even next year, but SOMEDAY! So you'd better watch your back, bloody ruler-pincher!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7180855477241317849-4296400616031649974?l=seethingrepentance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seethingrepentance.blogspot.com/feeds/4296400616031649974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://seethingrepentance.blogspot.com/2009/04/banana-walnut-wednesday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7180855477241317849/posts/default/4296400616031649974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7180855477241317849/posts/default/4296400616031649974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seethingrepentance.blogspot.com/2009/04/banana-walnut-wednesday.html' title='Banana Walnut Wednesday'/><author><name>Kurosawa Sae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05016170498420073663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7180855477241317849.post-6721718264447976837</id><published>2009-04-06T04:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T04:42:53.813-07:00</updated><title type='text'>NAPHA Monday</title><content type='html'>TODAY WAS AWESOME~!!! I AM A VERY HAPPY PERSON!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a slice of tuna sandwich, an apple, a mug of milk and a slightly bad morning for brekkie. First off, my parents threw away my old hairclips because the black layering came off. So, I had to survive through the day with only one, which is not at all helpful. But other than that, my morning was fine XDXD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got to school at about 6:20am, thanks to my mother's awesome driving and no, it was not sarcasm. I started working on the script for Swiss 2E2 Musical XDXD! And here's a hint to people who know, I 'coped' the plot from an episode in the JDrama Gokusen XDXD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Skipping everything...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NAPHA!!! Our first station was shuttle run. It was super awesome! At first, we weren't told to remove our shoes and socks as we were last year. I just took off mine, but then because Jo ran with shoes on, I thought we needed to wear them. So I did. But then Ms. Ho said we can take off our shoes and socks if we want to. You can imagine how pissed I was. After doing said action, it was my turn. I got a timing of 11:33 seconds. It was my personal best!! I used to come in at 13++ seconds but now...WHOOOO! I improved by 2 seconds!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After shuttle run came inclined pull-up, my favorite! Sad for XY, cuz Hilda and FangLian man the station. Jo and I were the first ones of our class to do. I dunno about her, but I did 21 pull-ups! My limit is usually 10 or under. I'm so proud of myself! After our turn, I keep shouting "JIAYOU" to others XDXD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, my brother wanna use the comp now. He's so bad XDXD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sae OUT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.: MURATA KEN ROCKS!!! I HATE SARALEGUI!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7180855477241317849-6721718264447976837?l=seethingrepentance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seethingrepentance.blogspot.com/feeds/6721718264447976837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://seethingrepentance.blogspot.com/2009/04/napha-monday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7180855477241317849/posts/default/6721718264447976837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7180855477241317849/posts/default/6721718264447976837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seethingrepentance.blogspot.com/2009/04/napha-monday.html' title='NAPHA Monday'/><author><name>Kurosawa Sae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05016170498420073663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7180855477241317849.post-5487683014748447557</id><published>2009-04-02T05:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T06:02:54.084-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Time-wasting Thursday</title><content type='html'>WHOAA~!!! I'M STILL A HAPPY PERSON CUZ NOW I CAN SEE KEN-CHAN'S SUPER CUTE SMILE EVERY MOMENT OF THE DAY~!!!! THANKIESSSS, RHIA~!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I woke up at 5:20am and I was so happy that I dreamed about Ken-chan the previous night that I forwent my usual morning mental thought: "Good morning world and all who inhabit it!" Copyrighted by Spongebob LOL. Anyways, I didn't get enough sleep and it's been this way for days because I felt a little strange these days...It's like, I keep feeling that something is missing from my life but I have no clue what and I've been watching the old TV shows like Hannah Montana or Cory in the House I used to love just trying to get my old life back. BUT NOW I HAVE KEN-CHAN SO I DON'T REALLY CARE~!!!! I AM A VERY, VERY HAPPY PERSON~!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if you wondering why a picture of Ken-chan can make me so happy for two  and more days to come, it just does and yes, I do love Ken-chan that much XDXD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, onto serious stuff. I'm gonna skip all the other lessons and get right to Mother Tongue lesson. What is wrong with you people? Ms. Xin is just trying to teach us and the rest of us want to learn for God's sake. Is it so hard for you to shut your bloody traps? Especially the ones who laughed along, do you think it's very funny? Sure, if your grades were good, I have nothing to say. But most, if not all, of you have SHIT for our Chinese scores. I admit that I love Chinese stuff, partly because they're our roots. We are Chinese people, for the love of shit. Will it kill you to shut the fking noise-hole you call a mouth for a few minutes for us to actually learn something? You find it funny, right? We'll just see how funny your failing grades are. I sound like a teacher and a total kiss-ass but you know it's true so don't deny it. It used to be funny, but not anymore. We wasted 50 minutes of our 1-hour lesson. Think about what we could have learned in that span of time. It's not funny when we start failing every subject because you cretins won't silence yourselves for an entire lesson. And I think that lesson time with Mr. Yoong or Mdm. Tang would do wonders for our discipline. Grow up, immature brats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough about that, our class musical is a-coming!!! Swiss 2E2 Musical 1! Oh yeah, that sounds good. Jeremy and I were to do the script...Think of what evils we can do...MWAHAHHA!!! Btw, my mood swings very quickly no? My attention span is so short that I can't even pay attention to my own emotions XDXD. And Daryl will be helping with the script as well...DIE, PEEPS XDXD Just kidding, but I was serious about Daryl helping so close your gaping mouths right now XDXD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After school, Rhia and I went to BPP. Our first stop was Earth Doll because I wanted to buy a hoodie I saw yesterday and GUESS WHAT? Someone already bought it! CURSE YOU, LUCKY BASTARD XDXD!!! We hung at McDonalds' to do our math. And I didn't know how to do sublimination...I mean SUBSTITUTION!!! AHHH!!! MY MIND IS SUBLIMINALLY AFFECTED XDXD!!! LOL Combine substitution and elimination LOL. Later on, we went to Ayies cuz I wanted to buy a super nice necklace. Rhia bought earrings XDXD Must buy earrings for Jo's b-day, okay, Kirie-chi? Haha, whoops, the secret's out...MARSHMALLOWS AND CHOCOLATES!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I'm good for today, now very sleepy XDXD. I AM STILL A HAPPY PERSON!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sae, out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.: MURATA KEN ROX!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7180855477241317849-5487683014748447557?l=seethingrepentance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seethingrepentance.blogspot.com/feeds/5487683014748447557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://seethingrepentance.blogspot.com/2009/04/time-wasting-thursday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7180855477241317849/posts/default/5487683014748447557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7180855477241317849/posts/default/5487683014748447557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seethingrepentance.blogspot.com/2009/04/time-wasting-thursday.html' title='Time-wasting Thursday'/><author><name>Kurosawa Sae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05016170498420073663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7180855477241317849.post-1279118350520431958</id><published>2009-04-01T06:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T07:07:21.546-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY WEDNESDAY XDXD</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I AM A VERY HAPPY PERSON&lt;/span&gt; XDXD  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;THANK YOU RHIA&lt;/span&gt;~!!! SAE LOVES YOU, MAN XDXD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was AWESOME!!! Got to school at about 6:40am, did something that I totally forgot but I don't care. During morning assembly, we were like having a short 'lesson' on French greetings to prepare for our future Tunisian exchange students. The people who were supposed to teach us mispronounced the words and the 'bonjour, monsieur' was screwed very funnily XDXD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.E. came first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had to run our  2.4km today...I ran at the very back and occasionally walking...MY STAMINA IS BAAAAD, I'VE GOTTA START TRAINING!!! And my motivation was, believe it or not, "MUST WORK HARD FOR KEN-CHAN!" Haha, those who get the joke, laugh, man. Do not deny the awesome power of laughter, wakakakaka...Then at the last round, I almost cannot make it when Josephine go pull me so I start chionging XDXD. After the 2.4, I was nearly dead, man...BUT &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'M HAPPY&lt;/span&gt; I COMPLETED THE ROUNDS XDXD Ain't about how fast I get there~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt; My faith is shakin'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt; But I gotta keep tryin'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt; Gotta keep my head held high&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;-"The Climb" by Miley Cyrus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Math was...bleh, not very interesting. And after that was Home Economics...it was after our P.E, when we're still stinkin' from sweatin'. Kuan Yiou and his deodorant XDXD Home Ec was fun, we got to cook Baked Pasta Shells. It was fun cookin' and I love mincing the garlic. LOVE the smell of garlic; maybe that's why I can be the ultimate enemy of vampires. Watch out, vampires, I've got garlic and I'm not afraid to throw them XDXD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During recess, Joanna and I ate our pasta with the spoons we 'coped' from the western food stall haha. And it tasted GEWD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, AFTER recess comes the fun part. Ms. Tan came in looking all-serious as usual, then she said there's gonna be a pop quiz on everything we've learned so far and it would be counted in the CA. She told us to take out a piece of foolscap and the questions will be flashed on the projector screen. We were all nervous and speed-reading through our textbooks trying to prepare for it when she opened the Powerpoint slide and TA-DA~ Happy April Fools' Day to us! Haha, Ms. Tan ROCKS XDXD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Science lesson was as interesting as always, with the continuous mention of Chapt. 27...And now whenever Mdm. Sha starts to say 22, I'll always expect 27 to come out instead...DAMN YOU EPICLY SICK PEOPLE XDXD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before lunch, Mrs. Singh came in with good--depending on the perspective--news: WE WILL BE CHANGING SEATS!!! We were to sit according to our index numbers and I AM &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;FINALLY FAR, FAR AWAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; FROM ZULKIFLI -SADAM- HUSAIN!!! THANK YOU, MRS. SINGH!!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;YOU ROCK!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;AND I'LL BE SITTING SO CLOSE TO JOANNA, RHIA, DAWN, SYUHADA, RUSSELL AND REUBEN XDXD &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;LIFE IS GEWD!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Right before enrichment, Belle PUMMELED Carson, man! Rock on, Belle!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ENRICHMENT WAS AWESOME!!! We got to skate on &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SLOPES&lt;/span&gt; today and I got the hang of the T-stop and the pose! And btw, my motivation was still the same "MUST WORK HARD FOR KEN-CHAN!" Then the intructor very bad today &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;sia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; XDXD. The funniest thing he did today was pushing the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;Kuroi Hito&lt;/span&gt; down the slope and mocking the other instructor! He also re-enacted falling scenes by our peeps and E2 was super HYPER today!!! And Upen kept getting in trouble with our instructor! Also a lot of 'YAOI' scenes today &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;hor &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;XDXD? I LOVE ZE SLOPES!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH, and our instructor's bad today cuz he pulled a prank on me XPXD. He went "Eh, Jiamin, I think I like you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;leh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;, can gimme your phone number?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was like horrified and went "NO~! Nononono..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then he was like "WAIT! April Fools! HAHA"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL please XDXD!!! Then after that, later when Jo, Hui Chen and I walked past him, he went and pinched my cheek! I'm not happy about that!! MY CHEEKS ARE NOT TO BE PINCHED~!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After enrichment, Rhia and I went to BPP in a super sardine-packed bus. I showed Josephine the picture of Ken-chan Rhia helped me print(THANK YOU SO MUCH!!!) and she was like "OMG, HAWT!!!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;IT IS TRUE!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;KEN-CHAN IS ZE BEST!!! Then, when we were in BPP, we went to KFC and saw Jun Wei, his twin bro, KY and Jun Wei's parents. The fangirl side of me went all "I'M SO HONORED TO BE IN THE PRESENCE OF TWINS!!!" XDXD Can't help myself, twins are so COOL! Jun Wei's parents offered to treat us because it's JW's b-day but we refused like HELL. They INSISTED. And we seriously REFUSED!! Then, while we were eating, there was this super KAWAII toddler who was staring at us through a glass 'window'. SO CUTE, his eyes were damned big and anime-like. I've seen a lot of cute babies before but that kid was SUPER cute!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last thing that was interesting today was...my hands are still stinkin' from the stupid stanky wristguards XPXD!!! Apparently, my hand traps odors very well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SAE out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;THANK YOU RHIANNON-CHI!!! YOU MADE MY LIFE SO...SO &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;GEWD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;!!! AND MURATA KEN-CHAN IS ZE BEST!!! KEN-CHAN ROCKS!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7180855477241317849-1279118350520431958?l=seethingrepentance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seethingrepentance.blogspot.com/feeds/1279118350520431958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://seethingrepentance.blogspot.com/2009/04/happy-wednesday-xdxd.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7180855477241317849/posts/default/1279118350520431958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7180855477241317849/posts/default/1279118350520431958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seethingrepentance.blogspot.com/2009/04/happy-wednesday-xdxd.html' title='HAPPY WEDNESDAY XDXD'/><author><name>Kurosawa Sae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05016170498420073663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7180855477241317849.post-8017431158414010990</id><published>2009-03-18T05:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T06:09:13.409-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wednesday...</title><content type='html'>NOOOO~!!!! The holidays are gonna end soooooonnnnn!!! And I haven't finished my stinkin' homework!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Checklist:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Geography&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; -DONE and DONE-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Math             &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;-HALFWAY THEREEEEE-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Science        &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;-NOT TOUCHED YET-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Literature + Project &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;-NOT TOUCHED YET-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Anymore? PLEASE TELL ME&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Gawd I hate homework...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, if you can catch the teeny weeny lil' hints, my day wasn't so good today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It all started when I woke up at five minutes to ten this morning. I lazed in bed for about 20 minutes before dragging my fat ass off and heading for the showers. My morning preparation shit was quite bumpy as my left middle finger scratched against the metal hinge of my kitchen cupboard yesterday so I had to shower, brush my teeth and wash my face with one hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Watching Cloud8745 blow up &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Headcrab"&gt;headcrab&lt;/a&gt; zombies and gun down Combines took 2 or 3 hours of my morning. The rest of my time on the computer was either spent on writing and correcting fanfiction or reading this really cute manga named "&lt;a href="http://www.onemanga.com/You%27re_My_Girlfriend/"&gt;You're My Girlfriend&lt;/a&gt;". It's one of the cutest manga I've ever read, it only has 4 chapters XDXD. Here's the summary taken directly from the site:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"...a oneshot about a girl named Hatsune with a "bad mouth", for lack of a better description. She's kind-hearted and all, but her mouth spews the total opposite of what she means (which is probably due to the fact that she grew up with five brothers, a father, and no mom). And so she is seen as an arrogant, mean girl at her school, and that is why she hasn't had a boyfriend for the past fifteen years of her life. Well, that is, until she gets accepted at this Maidens' Club, where she meets a guy called Kirie with a somewhat unique habit (it happens when a girl comes within six inches of him). How will these two fare? Will Hatsune finally have a boyfriend at last? Will she be more than just a 'girl' friend?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, the story is about Hatsune trying to find a female friend with the help of Kirie(LAUGH, Rhia XDXD). She succeeded in finding one girl who WAS known for stealing boyfriends--she befriended her by speaking up for her in front of other girls--and a boy who, at the beginning, wears a skirt so that he would look like a girl instead--F.Y.I., it totally worked...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a totally awesome and cute manga XDXD. And if you're starting to think that this post is a review of the manga, YOU'RE SO DANG WRONG XDXD. Only part of it is. XDXD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At about 4pm this afternoon, I turned on the TV to watch 'Dogfights', a documentary on fighter planes in wartimes. The plane featured this episode was the P-51 Mustang, an icon in World War II aerial combat. In one memorable dogfight, a lone P-51 Mustang fought an entire fleet of 15 German bomber planes, with two jet fighters--the very first ones in history--to start the dogfight. I think the jet fighters were called ME 262 or something like that. The pilot was able to down about 4 or 5--I can't remember--enemy planes and a probable jet fighter kill, meaning that it was possible that he destroyed one jet fighter. And F.Y.I., the pilot is still alive and kicking to this date. And then there was this one time where a fighter plane, I forgot the name, but I remembered that it was a very iconic plane because no matter how many times it was shot during combat, it somehow always managed to bring its pilots--the plane has had different pilots from time to time--home again. Once, the plane was shot so badly that when the pilot counted the bullet holes, he lost count and gave up at around 200, and that was only one side of the plane, mind you. The German fighter plane it was up against shot it so many times to no avail that the pilot gave up on shooting it and even tipped its wings at the lucky plane and it pilot, a form of salute in aerial combat I think. It was so COOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, since I have already spent one big paragraph on planes, I shall end my post on this note:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE PILOT OF THE P-51 AGAINST JETS AND BOMBERS IS SO AWESOME!!! XDXD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sae, out! XDXD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7180855477241317849-8017431158414010990?l=seethingrepentance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seethingrepentance.blogspot.com/feeds/8017431158414010990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://seethingrepentance.blogspot.com/2009/03/wednesday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7180855477241317849/posts/default/8017431158414010990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7180855477241317849/posts/default/8017431158414010990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seethingrepentance.blogspot.com/2009/03/wednesday.html' title='Wednesday...'/><author><name>Kurosawa Sae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05016170498420073663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7180855477241317849.post-3408852950418376059</id><published>2009-03-09T07:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T07:46:44.075-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Monday Woozies...</title><content type='html'>The END OF THE WORLD was yesterday and I was sick through it all...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I. AM. STILL. SICK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got up at about 9am plus, with a blocked nose, flaming throat and in a blurry state of mind, so I laid on my bed for about half an hour listening to some songs until my head cleared enough for me to get out of bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After my morning stuff, I turned on the computer and well, let's just say that my entire day was mostly made up of watching Sun Wukong on the comp and writing...stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that's all for monday woozies! Not much happened today because I. AM. FREAKIN. WOOZY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sae out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7180855477241317849-3408852950418376059?l=seethingrepentance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seethingrepentance.blogspot.com/feeds/3408852950418376059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://seethingrepentance.blogspot.com/2009/03/monday-woozies.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7180855477241317849/posts/default/3408852950418376059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7180855477241317849/posts/default/3408852950418376059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seethingrepentance.blogspot.com/2009/03/monday-woozies.html' title='Monday Woozies...'/><author><name>Kurosawa Sae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05016170498420073663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7180855477241317849.post-7045385980338375008</id><published>2009-03-07T02:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-07T03:04:50.799-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shining Saturday</title><content type='html'>TOMORROW IS THE END OF THE WORLD!!! Beware. XDXD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's choir rehearsal was quite good, although I had to sit aside as one of the 'sickies' XDXD; I had a sore throat today XDXD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ms. Lim came to hear us sing...And her remarks were...harsh, but true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To all my fellow choir members, here is how I feel about choir:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although we get scolded often and although we have really bad times, I never regretted joining choir. Sure, sometimes I wonder if life in band or some other CCA would be better, but the good times we shared as a choir reminds me at every second of everyday, that I have made the right choice. Perhaps we don't have cool-looking uniforms like band or fancy footwork like dance, but we--each and every one of us--all have wonderful voices.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decided to join choir when I was a Sec 1 simply because I love singing, and I wanted to make the best out of my own voice. In my opinion, being in choir has helped me in more ways than one. As all the other performing arts know, it is not easy to go up in front of a million people and perform for them a 100% perfect show. It is not easy to compete with other schools whose skills you have not heard of. And it will not be easy to stand on a stage, in a concert hall filled with people and sing for them and three judges. It is not, and will never be easy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No matter how hard it is going to get, I am prepared to stand with Swiss Choir through it all. Singing is something people should enjoy, so let's make our S.Y.F enjoyable, okay?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7180855477241317849-7045385980338375008?l=seethingrepentance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seethingrepentance.blogspot.com/feeds/7045385980338375008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://seethingrepentance.blogspot.com/2009/03/shining-saturday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7180855477241317849/posts/default/7045385980338375008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7180855477241317849/posts/default/7045385980338375008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seethingrepentance.blogspot.com/2009/03/shining-saturday.html' title='Shining Saturday'/><author><name>Kurosawa Sae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05016170498420073663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7180855477241317849.post-6723039290215553558</id><published>2009-03-06T05:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T06:01:11.329-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bittersweet Friday...</title><content type='html'>Attention, earthlings, you have 2 days to the end of the world. BEWARE XDXD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In short, today was a bittersweet day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First off, our Chinese lesson went on quite fruitfully. I was particularly enthusiastic this session because I actually have an interest in the chapter we were discussing, which was about Sun Wukong: Quest for the Sutra. I had fun teasing Ah Liang's gravity-defying hair XDXD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, it was Geography and Science following up. I shall not elaborate on those as nothing much happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After recess was the real deal. As my fellow 2E2 peeps know, Beat Rice is NO LONGER our English teacher! Not to sound rude or anything, but I thought she'd never leave! I was like "FINALLY!!!" And also, I dislike her because she gave me a C6 for my CA1!!! NOT FAIR!!! If it were Mr. Wong grading me, he'd give me at least a B3! C'mon! A C6? I know I suck like hell, but a C6 is GOING TOO FAR XP!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough about that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, down to my point for today's post...Choir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To all my fellow choir members, although because I'm only a Sec 2 student, I shouldn't be the one saying this, but we have got to stop f**king around! SYF is about 1 and a half month away!!! Some of us are trying really hard to be the best we can be, but what about the others? You keep saying you hate choir, you hate choir, but haven't you ever wondered that if you work harder and helped our choir improve, you might actually start enjoying life as a choir girl? Mr. Wilson said that we sounded like CRAP and you know why? We didn't try hard enough! Can't we just make our efforts worthwhile by making efforts in the first place? I'll admit that I didn't give my 100% best today and that was because I had a sore throat, but I kept singing despite that. Has anyone of you lost your voice right after a session? I did. I could hardly even speak after today's shitty rehearsal. Our seniors are trying to help us but in spite of that, some of us just ignore them. I can't say that I was the only one trying because I'm not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shi Jia and Josephine sang until they almost lost their voice, Cui Ting and Amelia sang until they cried. Has that happened to any of you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though I myself often wonder if my passion for singing has diminished because of choir, but...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Memories of the great times we have as a choir would come back to me. Last year, during the concert period, we were all so psyched about it and we tried to do our very best. What happened after that? When did the love of singing disappear? We've had good times and been through bad times, now SYF is so, so close, can't we just make it a great time to be? It'd be our Sec 4 seniors' final SYF with Swiss Choir and I'm sure no one would want them to leave regretting that they joined choir instead of freakin band.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of us have heard our teachers say that Mr. Wilson is coming to conduct us for free. He could've given up on us and went on to other schools that actually make his sessions worthwhile. Still, he never stopped believing in us. It's just that every time we let him down, his hopes sink, and they would rise up again the next time we see him. Does it feel good to you people? Dashing hopes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regret is a horrible emotion one should feel. I really, really don't want us to break down...Swiss Choir cannot go on like this if only so few of us actually try to do well. Evolution gave us vocal cords for a reason. The Gods gave us life and the ability to make people happy for a reason. Time gave us the ability to prepare for a reason. And Life itself gives us the chance to correct our wrongs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although we may have bad times to come, can we still bring sunrise to a seemingly endless night? Can we all just give our best for Swiss Choir? ...Because, I really don't want us to be looked down upon by others. It hurts...That feeling of weakness, not being able to stand up when fallen...It really hurts. Can we all just prove ourselves to be as worthy as others?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want anyone to cry anymore...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7180855477241317849-6723039290215553558?l=seethingrepentance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seethingrepentance.blogspot.com/feeds/6723039290215553558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://seethingrepentance.blogspot.com/2009/03/bittersweet-friday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7180855477241317849/posts/default/6723039290215553558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7180855477241317849/posts/default/6723039290215553558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seethingrepentance.blogspot.com/2009/03/bittersweet-friday.html' title='Bittersweet Friday...'/><author><name>Kurosawa Sae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05016170498420073663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7180855477241317849.post-2746464114617827611</id><published>2009-03-04T03:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T04:20:52.051-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wednesday Blues and Greens.</title><content type='html'>Wednesday...4th of March 2009, four more days to go till the end of the world...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those who know, WE STILL HAVE FOUR FREAKIN DAYS LEFT!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up today at about 5:20am. My dad was watching soccer XDXD. After all the morning preparations, I journeyed to my kitchen for breakfast. My usual breakfast would be two pieces of hash browns and a mug of coffee, but, we ran outta hash browns so I made scrambled eggs, sprinkled with tiny pieces seaweed. The final touch to my awesome brekkie was the chilli sauce XDXD. HENCE, I had a great breakfast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I arrived in school at about 6:35am and started on my NYAA reflection for the previous two weeks of inline skating enrichment. Since I couldn't remember what we did, I just scribbled a bunch of useless information XDXD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first lesson of the day was PE. Ms. Ho told us to run 3 rounds around the perimeter of our school and St. Anthony Primary school. I don't know why, but when Jo doesn't run, I nearly injured myself in the first round. Not too sure what happened, maybe it's due to the 50 freakin squats I did yesterday, but my left knee suddenly went numb and after I continued running for a while more, it started to hurt. So, I had to sit down and watch others run...I WANTED TO RUN!!! After the running. we had to do inclined pull-ups. I was super awed when I heard that Gabriel did 56 PULL UPS!!! ...I only did 29. I AREZ DE NOOB XDXD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Skipping the detailed summary of Math and Geography lessons...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During recess, I sang NOISE--by Amano Tsukiko--over and over again. IT'S AN AWESOME SONG~!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next up was Literature. I realized that Mr. Deep is like a future version of Zul; the accent and the physical appearance...very disturbingly similar...Anyway, he showed us this video of a fugly female puppet, with a MALE voice actor, reciting Portia's speech of mercy (from Merchant of Venice). I was EXTREMELY disturbed and creeped out. I mean, the puppet is so freakin hideous and with a MAN as a voice actor for a female? COME ON!!! Are people mad?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, Science began. We went through the Electricity worksheet and blah blah blah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LUNCH TIME!!! I think Jo's hooked onto the vegetarian food XDXD. She had wanton noodles with a pice of hashbrown, steamed egg and some other third thing I failed to remember XDXD. I had curry chicken rice with steamed egg. Also, chocolate milk is another of Jo's recent hook-ons. She had a packet of it during recess, but during lunch, she had honeymelon juice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inline skating was super fun today. After we geared up, skating on uneven grounds was the usual problem for us novices. We were taught the figure of eight today. It was a little hard for me because we were to start on the spot, whereas I needed to glide for a while before doing it, so as to gain momentum. But, I got over that problem XDXD. Just some extra information, I kept calling Kuan Yiou M squared and Zhiming Ah Ming XDXD. For Zhiming is because I have a cousin whom I address as Ah Ming kor kor XDXD. Same goes for Tze Liang; I have a cousin I address as Ah Liang kor kor and coincidentally, those two cousins are brothers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before we ended today's enrichment, we participated in a little race. While skating along the corridors, we had to avoid small cones by performing the figure of eight. Some who returned first went for a second round for reasons unknown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met up with Rhia at the bus stop and we went to Plaza. Saw Cai Xinyi and friends. Rhia needed to buy some paper to make a card for her dad's birthday. After buying some drinks--Rhia got honeydew ice blended and I got slurpee-- we went to Garden Plaza to crap about stuff XDXD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Came home at about 7:15pm, took a hot shower--you would be surprised how stanky rental skaes, guards and helmets can make you-- and took all this time to write this one post cuz I'm not used to my new keyboard that my bro bought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND THAT'S ALL~!!!! REMEMBER!!! 4 DAYS UNTIL THE END OF THE WOOOOORLD~!!!! BEWARE!!!! AND SEEEE YAAAA~!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7180855477241317849-2746464114617827611?l=seethingrepentance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seethingrepentance.blogspot.com/feeds/2746464114617827611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://seethingrepentance.blogspot.com/2009/03/wednesday-blues-and-greens.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7180855477241317849/posts/default/2746464114617827611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7180855477241317849/posts/default/2746464114617827611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seethingrepentance.blogspot.com/2009/03/wednesday-blues-and-greens.html' title='Wednesday Blues and Greens.'/><author><name>Kurosawa Sae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05016170498420073663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7180855477241317849.post-6860508711017424001</id><published>2009-03-03T06:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T06:29:19.672-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Choir @ Victoria Concert Hall</title><content type='html'>Today was FUN! I really enjoyed myself during choir rehearsal and particularly because I got to skip &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Da Fan&lt;/span&gt; and Art class!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gathered in AVA 1 a.k.a. Choir room at 7:35am. We did the usual warm-ups and stuff until about 7:45am. The bus arrived in school at around 8:05am. Since Bern sat with Colleen and Josephine sat with Shi Jia, I had to sit alone on the bus, but I didn't mind XDXD. Throughout the trip to VCH, I was reading my Kyou Kara Maou manga and fantasizing about MURAKEN-CHAN. Josephine went all rabid fangirlish over this super nice silver Jaguar car and a white car of unknown species XDXD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we got to VCH, it was already 9am. Started off with Lafalafa, which went pretty smoothly if not for the tuning and loudness problems. Then, we moved on to Xiao He Tang Shui. I think we sounded quite nice, but I'm not exactly sure anyway XDXD. White Horses was rather interesting, enough said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The time we arrived back in school was about 11:50am...unfortunately, it meant that Mother Tongue lesson was still on. Since M.T. was boring and stupid, I'm not gonna reveal anything that happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12:10pm signified Assembly time. We had this man named Charles briefing us on our coming Secondary 2 camp next week. After that...I forgot what happened after that...Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had wanton noodles again for lunch. The reason why I don't eat chicken chop on Tuesdays is that the fried chicken chop is very hard to eat XP. That's a stupid reason you say? Well, it's just my opinion, you can think what you like XDXD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the afternoon choir rehearsal--which I'm not going to elaborate on, other than the 50 painful, painful squats--Jo and I went to C-dans cuz she wanted to buy a hotdog...We got onto this super squeezy bus. Around Teck Whye, some strange dumbass kept pressing on the stop button for some dumbass-ish reason. The bus driver even had to shout in the bus, causing us to be stuck at Teck Whye for some 15 minutes...I got so fed up I alighted at the next stop and took the LRT home instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, that's pretty much the general summary of what happened on this fine day. XDXD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SEE YA! &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;MATA NE~!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7180855477241317849-6860508711017424001?l=seethingrepentance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seethingrepentance.blogspot.com/feeds/6860508711017424001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://seethingrepentance.blogspot.com/2009/03/choir-victoria-concert-hall.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7180855477241317849/posts/default/6860508711017424001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7180855477241317849/posts/default/6860508711017424001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seethingrepentance.blogspot.com/2009/03/choir-victoria-concert-hall.html' title='Choir @ Victoria Concert Hall'/><author><name>Kurosawa Sae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05016170498420073663</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7180855477241317849.post-3630377284159374079</id><published>2009-03-02T03:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T03:15:01.657-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sian...</title><content type='html'>Due to the fact that managing a website is too troublesome, I've decided to join bloggers instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sooo...Nothing much happened today. Haha, sorry I have nothing to write about other than the fact that I changed tune. 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