<?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-8725296013761816742</id><updated>2011-04-21T21:07:48.740-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The OC Potato</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://da-bombdiggity.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8725296013761816742/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://da-bombdiggity.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8725296013761816742/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>The OC Potato!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00277699115644047194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8iyGq-9jECU/SbvGw9ZaRXI/AAAAAAAAABY/3Lya-44kzWw/S220/Image087.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>154</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8725296013761816742.post-5943366728472609112</id><published>2009-03-13T04:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T04:55:26.995-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hit and Run</title><content type='html'>I've made it to the end of T1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still alive and I miss Qtown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go figure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love,e&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8725296013761816742-5943366728472609112?l=da-bombdiggity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://da-bombdiggity.blogspot.com/feeds/5943366728472609112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8725296013761816742&amp;postID=5943366728472609112' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8725296013761816742/posts/default/5943366728472609112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8725296013761816742/posts/default/5943366728472609112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://da-bombdiggity.blogspot.com/2009/03/hit-and-run.html' title='Hit and Run'/><author><name>The OC Potato!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00277699115644047194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8iyGq-9jECU/SbvGw9ZaRXI/AAAAAAAAABY/3Lya-44kzWw/S220/Image087.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8725296013761816742.post-4917316860910850194</id><published>2008-11-09T03:37:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-09T03:40:21.439-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'M LEAVING THIS SITE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you can continue hating/loving me at&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.xanga.com/eunice_balloony"&gt;www.xanga.com/eunice_balloony&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;lovingly,e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8725296013761816742-4917316860910850194?l=da-bombdiggity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://da-bombdiggity.blogspot.com/feeds/4917316860910850194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8725296013761816742&amp;postID=4917316860910850194' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8725296013761816742/posts/default/4917316860910850194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8725296013761816742/posts/default/4917316860910850194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://da-bombdiggity.blogspot.com/2008/11/im-leaving-this-site.html' title=''/><author><name>The OC Potato!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00277699115644047194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8iyGq-9jECU/SbvGw9ZaRXI/AAAAAAAAABY/3Lya-44kzWw/S220/Image087.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8725296013761816742.post-367181292129168808</id><published>2008-11-02T04:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T04:27:03.467-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i had a fun day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE THE SEC2S OF WEB!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think we rock pretty alot. pretty much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lovingly,e&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8725296013761816742-367181292129168808?l=da-bombdiggity.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8iyGq-9jECU/SbvGw9ZaRXI/AAAAAAAAABY/3Lya-44kzWw/S220/Image087.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8725296013761816742.post-5350011149776345616</id><published>2008-10-31T07:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T07:59:37.350-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ew, i feel super gross right now. i'm sick and there are like, 2 bumps on my neck. infection. its super retarded okay. I DONT WANT TO GET CANCER. or tubercolosis. but i think, its because of my lack of water, fruits and vegetables. so. +water, fruits, water and medicine, -fried food, chili, meat. hahha. anyhow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to crescent, dunman, st margs, mgs and presbyterian high today. mgs has lots of applicants, hopefully i'll do like superextremely well in the PACT test. i think, for now, the pact test is scary. because i have no idea what to expect. but i heard the math paper 1 is the killer, and then english paper is 10x harder than q.town's eoy english paper. :O and i'll be having one whole day of exams on the 7th.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:\ i'm going to sleep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(i feel terrible)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8725296013761816742-5350011149776345616?l=da-bombdiggity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://da-bombdiggity.blogspot.com/feeds/5350011149776345616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8725296013761816742&amp;postID=5350011149776345616' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8725296013761816742/posts/default/5350011149776345616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8725296013761816742/posts/default/5350011149776345616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://da-bombdiggity.blogspot.com/2008/10/ew-i-feel-super-gross-right-now.html' title=''/><author><name>The OC Potato!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00277699115644047194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8iyGq-9jECU/SbvGw9ZaRXI/AAAAAAAAABY/3Lya-44kzWw/S220/Image087.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8725296013761816742.post-6213690379696271294</id><published>2008-10-30T03:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T04:04:59.675-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hey you. Its been a while. Its been painful. You broke my heart. I can't believe I survived. I can't believe how miserable I was without you. I can't believe how easy it was for our relationship to waver. Why've we been so far apart? My school thing's evidently a big part of it. You know, if I don't get this, my whole future's down the toilet faster than you can say "faithfulness". Why do you always get me into tough situations where things just don't go the way they're supposed to? You know, its been so hard to say yes. It hurts to say no. Do you not already know my limitations? Do you not already know that I'm just not cut out to make these kind of decisions? Do you not know me at all? I really want us to work out, but recently, I've been thinking if this whole thing's a big fat lie that's going to backfire in my face. I know you love for me's true. But I just don't know if I love you anymore. Its like, the more I want it, the more it slips away from me. Do you not want me to succeed? Where's my door? Where's my window? Where is it? I don't know if I can do this anymore. I'm scared that if I commit to anything that I've not already committed to, I'll just break into little, little pieces. Its been too hard to trust you. But I want to. I know its good for me. Its so terrifying, because I don't want to go to hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lovingly,e&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8725296013761816742-6213690379696271294?l=da-bombdiggity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://da-bombdiggity.blogspot.com/feeds/6213690379696271294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8725296013761816742&amp;postID=6213690379696271294' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8725296013761816742/posts/default/6213690379696271294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8725296013761816742/posts/default/6213690379696271294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://da-bombdiggity.blogspot.com/2008/10/hey-you.html' title=''/><author><name>The OC Potato!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00277699115644047194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8iyGq-9jECU/SbvGw9ZaRXI/AAAAAAAAABY/3Lya-44kzWw/S220/Image087.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8725296013761816742.post-7944875126126613414</id><published>2008-10-28T21:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T21:38:15.715-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Its been A While</title><content type='html'>Hm. So. The school hunt is the big zero. I dont know where to go. Actually I do know where I want to go, its just that the waiting and waiting is making go bonkers. I rather like swiss cottage though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eunice doesnt know what to do anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8725296013761816742-7944875126126613414?l=da-bombdiggity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://da-bombdiggity.blogspot.com/feeds/7944875126126613414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8725296013761816742&amp;postID=7944875126126613414' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8725296013761816742/posts/default/7944875126126613414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8725296013761816742/posts/default/7944875126126613414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://da-bombdiggity.blogspot.com/2008/10/its-been-while.html' title='Its been A While'/><author><name>The OC Potato!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00277699115644047194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8iyGq-9jECU/SbvGw9ZaRXI/AAAAAAAAABY/3Lya-44kzWw/S220/Image087.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8725296013761816742.post-776661887877177891</id><published>2008-10-22T22:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T22:42:07.100-07:00</updated><title type='text'>depressed, disappointed, devastated</title><content type='html'>i can't believe myself. i was 3% away from 3 more A1s, 0.5% away from one more A2. mr chong said it was excellent. EXCELLENT HOW. i'd say &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;p-a-t-h-e-t-i-c&lt;/span&gt;. i won't let me cry. i'm to depressed to smile. i'm to disappointed to be thankful. i'm too devastated to let me cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well, qtown'll always have a place for me, says mr tham and mrs cheam. but i just dont think i can do it anymore. i told them they'd have to kill me before they make me spend 09 there. so far, there're no vacancies at where ever i want to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know what this is too pointless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;depressingly,e&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8725296013761816742-776661887877177891?l=da-bombdiggity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://da-bombdiggity.blogspot.com/feeds/776661887877177891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8725296013761816742&amp;postID=776661887877177891' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8725296013761816742/posts/default/776661887877177891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8725296013761816742/posts/default/776661887877177891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://da-bombdiggity.blogspot.com/2008/10/depressed-disappointed-devastated.html' title='depressed, disappointed, devastated'/><author><name>The OC Potato!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00277699115644047194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8iyGq-9jECU/SbvGw9ZaRXI/AAAAAAAAABY/3Lya-44kzWw/S220/Image087.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8725296013761816742.post-1805613143790578170</id><published>2008-10-22T03:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T03:11:50.188-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Z</title><content type='html'>I'm done with qtown. I'm sad, happy, ecstatic, anticipating, excited, nostalgic, and some other things i can't recall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm ready to eat, read, and then sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its 6:08, hohoho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, ryan and thaddeus and maybe some more others too're gonna to do triple science n a math nxt yr. its kinda early, but what kind of future do you have with comb science, triple pure humaities and poa? i mean, i'm not trying to say anything, but i'm just wondering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wonder what being 15's gonna be like.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8725296013761816742-1805613143790578170?l=da-bombdiggity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://da-bombdiggity.blogspot.com/feeds/1805613143790578170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8725296013761816742&amp;postID=1805613143790578170' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8725296013761816742/posts/default/1805613143790578170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8725296013761816742/posts/default/1805613143790578170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://da-bombdiggity.blogspot.com/2008/10/z.html' title='Z'/><author><name>The OC Potato!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00277699115644047194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8iyGq-9jECU/SbvGw9ZaRXI/AAAAAAAAABY/3Lya-44kzWw/S220/Image087.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8725296013761816742.post-5408471638577513172</id><published>2008-10-21T05:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T06:08:12.307-07:00</updated><title type='text'>she's a survivor</title><content type='html'>i've never been so close to my transfer. i've never been so close. i thought i wouldn't make it. seriously, i thought i wouldn't end this year alive. i thought i would just crash n burn. i don't believe it. i can't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways. my last days in Qtown have been lotsa fun and relaxed. had mind sports day, more like math festival. anyway, my group came in first in express for the IQ puzzle challenge thing! we won the sudoku set thing, which was exactly what i wanted. heeeeheee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;people've been asking/talking abt my great goodbye alot recently. i was sooooo sad when alice holmes/wilma chapman went to the understudy today. well, i've still got to be around, but no hard feelings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, i should be getting to bed. the first time in 5 days i feel tred at night!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wowwwwwww.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha, gnight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lovingly,e&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8725296013761816742-5408471638577513172?l=da-bombdiggity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://da-bombdiggity.blogspot.com/feeds/5408471638577513172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8725296013761816742&amp;postID=5408471638577513172' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8725296013761816742/posts/default/5408471638577513172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8725296013761816742/posts/default/5408471638577513172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://da-bombdiggity.blogspot.com/2008/10/shes-survivor.html' title='she&apos;s a survivor'/><author><name>The OC Potato!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00277699115644047194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8iyGq-9jECU/SbvGw9ZaRXI/AAAAAAAAABY/3Lya-44kzWw/S220/Image087.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8725296013761816742.post-8661318469461479452</id><published>2008-10-20T01:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T01:53:26.523-07:00</updated><title type='text'>2009</title><content type='html'>the thing i'm looking forward to the most in 2009 is growth and experiences.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2008's been a crazy time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm hoping for a good school, friends and hopefully, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;someone&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;^^v&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lovingly,e&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8725296013761816742-8661318469461479452?l=da-bombdiggity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://da-bombdiggity.blogspot.com/feeds/8661318469461479452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8725296013761816742&amp;postID=8661318469461479452' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8725296013761816742/posts/default/8661318469461479452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my day was going pretty well today, wt was a burden turned reward, waiting and waiting proved to be a fulfilling task, please don't ask why, dance was cool, even though we did very little. bus ride was fun. in short, everything was going well till i got home. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;i bathed, then just fell asleep, then kept being awoken by someone's loud singing, and then i couldn't go back to&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;sleep, so i came out for dinner, then sat at the sofa, hannah wouldnt leave me alone, and then found out that this home isnt just for me(oh, is that so?), and then walked around the house, and then wondered where hannah was, and then was told that i quote, "she's taking the time to clean her teeth.". lets all give her a loud round applause, shall we? and then, she demanded that i&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;find the toothpaste cap, and like, please okay, do i complain when your face water splashed like, and inch deep into my mug? NO. so i really don't see the reason for fuss. any valid reason, at least. and then when i got my tooth in a glass, when i wanted to out it in the bathroom, who should come and cut in and say that she's using the toilet, very fast one? of course, its fine when she does it. and then the dishes, i already said WAIT, i don't see why you people are kicking such a big fuss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know, if we all just shut up for once, i really believe this world would be a better place. if people would just W-A-I-T, i really believe this world would be a better place. if people had a quota for the number of times they call my name, the world would be a better place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if people would just stop BITCHING at the hour of 8.58 about how much she hates sharing a room with her younger sister, the world would be a better place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know, i really dislike people like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8725296013761816742-9081618668587916789?l=da-bombdiggity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://da-bombdiggity.blogspot.com/feeds/9081618668587916789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8725296013761816742&amp;postID=9081618668587916789' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8725296013761816742/posts/default/9081618668587916789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8725296013761816742/posts/default/9081618668587916789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://da-bombdiggity.blogspot.com/2008/10/ps-girl-said-wait.html' title='PS: The girl said WAIT.'/><author><name>The OC Potato!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00277699115644047194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8iyGq-9jECU/SbvGw9ZaRXI/AAAAAAAAABY/3Lya-44kzWw/S220/Image087.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8725296013761816742.post-6545591619278395470</id><published>2008-10-16T05:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T06:30:49.974-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh my goth..!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;www.youtube.com/watch?v=gm5DHKI8o5o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I gotta say what's on my mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Something about us&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;doesn't seem right these days&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;life keeps getting in the way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Whenever we try, somehow the plan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;is always rearranged&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;It's so hard to say&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I've gotta do what's best for me&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'll be ok&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I've got to move on and be who I am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; I just don't belong here&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you understand&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We might find our place in this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; world someday&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But at least for now&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gotta go my own way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't wanna leave it all behind&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I get my hopes up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; and&lt;br /&gt;I watch them fall everytime&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another colour turns to grey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; and&lt;br /&gt;it's just too hard to watch it all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; slowly fade away&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm leaving today 'cause&lt;br /&gt;I've&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; gotta do what's best for me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;you'll be ok..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I've got to move on and be who I am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I just don't belong here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I hope you understand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;We might find our place in this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;world someday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;But at least for now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I gotta go my own way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;What about us?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What about everything we've been through?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What about trust?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know I never wanted to hurt you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and what about me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What am I supposed to do?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gotta leave but I'll miss you&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;('ve never had a heart so true) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;i really don't know what to do anymore. i don't know when to laugh and when to cry, when to let things go and when to hold on. i don't know when to defend myself, i don't know when to let my guard down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;today, it suddenly occurred to me that today was like, the last "normal" day in school. the last "normal" day in Qtown. you know, things are just... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;catching up with me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;i'll never forget my first day in school. my goodness, its so clear in my head. i took 275 out with hannah, it was 6:25. i thought i would make it to school in time. i took 195. and then, when i reached great world city's bus stop, i found 970 driving off. it was 7am. panic. late. raprimand. slack. new.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;oh, no no no.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; i called mummy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;hi dear why?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;mummy you know when i reached the bus stop, i saw 970 going off! and the next bus comes at 7.20, which is the time my school starts!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;huh, then why didnt you leave the house earlier??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;i didnt know the busses took so long to come! can i take cab? daddy gave me ten bucks today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;okay loh, byebye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;okay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;now i figure i said the last okay to reassure me. things were gna be okay, i told myself and i entered the cab. everything's alright, everything's alright, really, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;EVERYTHING'S ALRIGHT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;! morning assembly was messy, there were prefects holding up little tourist signs with classes on them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;the day was long and boring. talks after talks after talks. and the bling bling ncc guy! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goth, was that really 10 and a half months ago?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;term 1 was hard. thats when most of the trouble began. class chair, smartarse, teacher's pet. swimming class, fried pasta with chicken, prawn crackers. garlic bread biscuits. i quit being class chair. i didn't treat 1A right. people like the boys, jacob, thomas, min ho, hon wen. they're actually nice people. i'm really sorry you saw my ugly side first. i guess is can't be taken back, huh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;i was so touched in class today, when jacob actually came up to me and wished me well for my transfer. i can't believe there was a point of time when i ignored him at bus stops when he said hi and stuff. i couldn't believe it when vinent w said he wanted to take a picture of me cos i was transferring and he wanted to remember me. played a game ot TOD with the girls + vincent, nearly busted my eardrums, but i had a good time. i found that i actually liked them, flaws and all, even though we weren't really even friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;never would i have thought that the 1 person who was my 24/7 in semester 1 would completely alienate me in semester 2. never would i have thought that you would say such a thing, wonder as such, and actually voice it out in that manner.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;2008 in Qtown's been a year of the unexpected.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;1A,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I sincerely thank you for this year. You know, being yourselves, you've actually managed to be rather extraordinary. I'm really sorry for whatever shit you've had to endure from me, I haven't exactly been nice, I know. If I could, I'd seriously take it back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;You know, whether I'll be in 2A or not, just know; you'll always be in my mind, in my heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;lovingly, e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8725296013761816742-6545591619278395470?l=da-bombdiggity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://da-bombdiggity.blogspot.com/feeds/6545591619278395470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8725296013761816742&amp;postID=6545591619278395470' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8725296013761816742/posts/default/6545591619278395470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8725296013761816742/posts/default/6545591619278395470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://da-bombdiggity.blogspot.com/2008/10/oh-my-goth.html' title='Oh my goth..!'/><author><name>The OC Potato!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00277699115644047194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8iyGq-9jECU/SbvGw9ZaRXI/AAAAAAAAABY/3Lya-44kzWw/S220/Image087.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8725296013761816742.post-6964249254386077141</id><published>2008-10-15T02:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T03:03:43.206-07:00</updated><title type='text'>End</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;Don't know what to do, don't know what to do, don't know what to do. &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't want to go to school, don't want to go to school, don't want to go to school. &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't know what to do, don't know what to do, don't know what to do. &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't want to go to school, don't want to go to school, don't want to go to school. &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Sung to the tune of one of Miley Cyrus' songs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I could be a songwriter. Hardy hardy har har har, huh. I blogged like loads today.  I'm so glad I didn't have to go to school today. But tmr's another story. Anyway, I've been on teenhealth.org again! Loveliest website ever. See here!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;h3 style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Phobias&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;A phobia is an intense fear reaction to a particular thing or a situation. With a phobia, the fear is out of proportion to the potential danger. But to the person with the phobia, the danger feels real because the fear is so very strong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Phobias cause people to worry about, dread, feel upset by, and avoid the things or situations they fear because the physical sensations of fear can be so intense. So having a phobia can interfere with someone's normal activities. A person with a phobia of dogs might feel afraid to walk to school in case he or she sees a dog on the way. Someone with an elevator phobia might avoid a field trip if it involves going on an elevator.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;A girl with a phobia of thunderstorms might be afraid to go to school if the weather forecast predicts a storm. She might feel terrible distress and fear when the sky turns cloudy. A guy with &lt;a href="http://teenshealth.org/teen/your_mind/mental_health/social_phobia.html"&gt;social phobia&lt;/a&gt; experiences intense fear of public speaking or interacting, and may be afraid to answer questions in class, give a report, or speak to classmates in the lunchroom.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;It can be exhausting and upsetting to feel the intense fear that goes with having a phobia. It can be disappointing to miss out on opportunities because fear is holding you back. And it can be confusing and embarrassing to feel afraid of things that others seem to have no problem with.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Sometimes, people get teased about their fears. Even if the person doing the teasing doesn't mean to be unkind and unfair, teasing only makes the situation worse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;h3 style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;What Causes Phobias?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Some phobias develop when a person has a scary experience with a particular thing or situation. A tiny brain structure called the &lt;strong&gt;amygdala&lt;/strong&gt; (pronounced: uh-&lt;strong&gt;mig&lt;/strong&gt;-duh-luh), keeps track of experiences that trigger strong emotions. Once a certain thing or situation triggers a strong fear reaction, the amygdala warns the person by triggering a fear reaction every time he or she encounters (or even thinks about) that thing or situation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Someone might develop a bee phobia after being stung during a particularly scary situation. For that person, looking at a photograph of a bee, seeing a bee from a distance, or even walking near flowers where there &lt;em&gt;could&lt;/em&gt; be a bee can all trigger the phobia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Sometimes, though, there may be no single event that causes a particular phobia. Some people may be more sensitive to fears because of personality traits they are born with, certain genes they've inherited, or situations they've experienced. People who have had strong childhood fears or anxiety may be more likely to have one or more phobias.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Having a phobia isn't a sign of weakness or immaturity. It's a response the brain has learned in an attempt to protect the person. It's as if the brain's alert system triggers a false alarm, generating intense fear that is out of proportion to the situation. Because the fear signal is so intense, the person is convinced the danger is greater than it actually is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Cool eh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anyway, I've &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;gots&lt;/span&gt; to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;gets&lt;/span&gt; my &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;shits&lt;/span&gt; together again. I don't want to go to school tomorrow. I don't want everyone thinking that I'm like super needy or victimized or traumatized. Come to think of it, I think I was better off unseen, unheard and unknown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Seriously, to go back to school tomorrow, its like. I think I'll have a panic attack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;Don't know what to do, don't know what to do, don't know what to do. &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't want to go to school, don't want to go to school, don't want to go to school. &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't know what to do, don't know what to do, don't know what to do. &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't want to go to school, don't want to go to school, don't want to go to school. &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Sung to the tune of one of Miley Cyrus' songs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8iyGq-9jECU/SbvGw9ZaRXI/AAAAAAAAABY/3Lya-44kzWw/S220/Image087.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8725296013761816742.post-6683625874360033601</id><published>2008-10-14T20:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T20:44:24.007-07:00</updated><title type='text'>beancurd</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;i rather give my first kiss to a guy la!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;rather than a mike?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;lols&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;HAHAHA MY LIP VIRGINITY'S GIVEN AWAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;i'm so heartbroken x)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;HAHAH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;you mean e guy who you first date is going to be heartbroken&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;ya ya ya!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL! anyway, i was watching wild child just now. its pretty boring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm gna eat lunch and crash and watch the unbeatables! and take a shower, i didnt hv the chance to bathe after this morn's jog/walk/wtv&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(nah we'reall just really good friends.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8725296013761816742-6683625874360033601?l=da-bombdiggity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8iyGq-9jECU/SbvGw9ZaRXI/AAAAAAAAABY/3Lya-44kzWw/S220/Image087.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8725296013761816742.post-367973300450752522</id><published>2008-10-14T18:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T18:27:29.431-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lead Me To The Cross</title><content type='html'>http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vdq9Q8wJdjc&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Savior I come&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Quiet my soul remember&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Redemptions hill&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Where Your blood was spilled&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; For my ransom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Everything I once held dear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I count it all as lost&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Lead me to the cross&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Where Your love poured out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Bring me to my knees&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Lord I lay me down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Rid me of myself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I belong to You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Lead me, lead me to the cross&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You were as I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Tempted and trialed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; You are&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Te word became flesh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Bore my sin and death&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Now you're risen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;To your heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; To your heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Lead me to your heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Lead me to your heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8725296013761816742-367973300450752522?l=da-bombdiggity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://da-bombdiggity.blogspot.com/feeds/367973300450752522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8725296013761816742&amp;postID=367973300450752522' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8725296013761816742/posts/default/367973300450752522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8725296013761816742/posts/default/367973300450752522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://da-bombdiggity.blogspot.com/2008/10/lead-me-to-cross.html' title='Lead Me To The Cross'/><author><name>The OC Potato!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00277699115644047194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8iyGq-9jECU/SbvGw9ZaRXI/AAAAAAAAABY/3Lya-44kzWw/S220/Image087.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8725296013761816742.post-6986294421874110180</id><published>2008-10-14T05:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T05:50:54.177-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Enough</title><content type='html'>how long can a person stay holy? how long can a person stay a christian? &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how long can a person love God? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how long can a person believe in His promises? how long can a person stay faithful?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;how long can a person love God?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how long can a person love her brother? how long can a person love her sister?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;how long can a person be a christian?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;those thoughts were really running through my mind as i was imitating the flag dance/international dance moves today. and you know what? the answer that i came up with wasn't exactly very positive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;school today was complete &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SHIT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, okay? don't try to sugar the situation. its nothing like that, you have absolutely no idea, and you know it, i know you do. you said i could be reassured that nothing like this would happen. i believed you. i'm not saying that you lied, but something similar happened again, didn't it? so what if we made a police report? so what if m. cheam and the teachers know? really, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SO WHAT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;?! i will not be a victim of the 10yr compulsory education rule. i. am. not. going. to. school. tmr. what kind of SHIT is this?! a sec 1 gets fing picked on in broard daylight, and you're a prefect, eyes so big. nothing said from you, nothing! its not that i'm expecting you to be my knight in shining armour and after you face the pig off we can be boyf and girlf, but YOU'RE a prefect, YOU'RE a senior. YOU let this happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know, its so funny, cos in my old school people actually liked me. they wrote nice things on my graduation pictures with well wishes. this year i didnt even bother buying pictured. daddy asked meto buy a school magazine. he said must buy. fantastic. now i can savour the moment of ripping every single page of it to shreds and burning them to ASHES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God, i told you that i had my shit together on saturday. its only tuesday. i can stay on anymore, You know very well. just quit testing me, cos i've stood relatively strong for 9 and a half months. i'm going to just.&lt;br /&gt;give.&lt;br /&gt;up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;(how long can a person love God? how long can a person stay a christian?) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8725296013761816742-6986294421874110180?l=da-bombdiggity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://da-bombdiggity.blogspot.com/feeds/6986294421874110180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8725296013761816742&amp;postID=6986294421874110180' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8725296013761816742/posts/default/6986294421874110180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8725296013761816742/posts/default/6986294421874110180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://da-bombdiggity.blogspot.com/2008/10/enough.html' title='Enough'/><author><name>The OC Potato!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00277699115644047194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8iyGq-9jECU/SbvGw9ZaRXI/AAAAAAAAABY/3Lya-44kzWw/S220/Image087.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8725296013761816742.post-2331919014262546701</id><published>2008-10-10T05:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T05:31:04.590-07:00</updated><title type='text'>GRADES!</title><content type='html'>Oh, goodness, in all my emoity i forgot to write my absolutely fabulous EOY grades!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MATH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Math Paper 1: 48/50&lt;br /&gt;Math Paper 2: 37/50&lt;br /&gt;Total for term 4: 85%&lt;br /&gt;Total for term 3: 75%&lt;br /&gt;Total for sem 2: 49.5%(out of 60%. 15% for t3, 45% for t4.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ENGLISH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mrs Dass was really vague about it, but I got a distinction. And I've been trying to find out what that means.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;CHINESE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paper 2: 61&lt;br /&gt;Compo: 36&lt;br /&gt;Oral: I can't remember&lt;br /&gt;Overall: 72.5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;D&amp;amp;T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;45/60 for theory. :@ a bloody outrage i tell ya!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SCIENCE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;64.5%. mummy'sgna ask for 0.5 more marks. its ridiculous okay, i could've gotten B3!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha, i'm prettaye happy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8725296013761816742-2331919014262546701?l=da-bombdiggity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://da-bombdiggity.blogspot.com/feeds/2331919014262546701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8725296013761816742&amp;postID=2331919014262546701' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8725296013761816742/posts/default/2331919014262546701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8725296013761816742/posts/default/2331919014262546701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://da-bombdiggity.blogspot.com/2008/10/grades.html' title='GRADES!'/><author><name>The OC Potato!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00277699115644047194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8iyGq-9jECU/SbvGw9ZaRXI/AAAAAAAAABY/3Lya-44kzWw/S220/Image087.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8725296013761816742.post-6783224568628532938</id><published>2008-10-10T03:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T03:41:00.840-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Too little, too late.</title><content type='html'>I just discovered how much I hate to write mature stuff.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8725296013761816742-6783224568628532938?l=da-bombdiggity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://da-bombdiggity.blogspot.com/feeds/6783224568628532938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8725296013761816742&amp;postID=6783224568628532938' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8725296013761816742/posts/default/6783224568628532938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8725296013761816742/posts/default/6783224568628532938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://da-bombdiggity.blogspot.com/2008/10/too-little-too-late.html' title='Too little, too late.'/><author><name>The OC Potato!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00277699115644047194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8iyGq-9jECU/SbvGw9ZaRXI/AAAAAAAAABY/3Lya-44kzWw/S220/Image087.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8725296013761816742.post-4755731301874089072</id><published>2008-10-09T04:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T03:04:45.863-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Unreachable.</title><content type='html'>YAY YAY YAY, I'VE BEEN REALLY HAPPY THESE DAYS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've been watching my unbeatables DVDs, oh lala, some good stuff. but sometimes its quite fake too. but whatever, it has sucha good plot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've been thinking about what to write here too, i don't want senseless content, i'm going to be near to 15 in like, 3 months for pete's sake! anyway. i'm going to find something cool to write here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lovingly,e&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8725296013761816742-4755731301874089072?l=da-bombdiggity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://da-bombdiggity.blogspot.com/feeds/4755731301874089072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8725296013761816742&amp;postID=4755731301874089072' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8725296013761816742/posts/default/4755731301874089072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8725296013761816742/posts/default/4755731301874089072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://da-bombdiggity.blogspot.com/2008/10/unreachable.html' title='Unreachable.'/><author><name>The OC Potato!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00277699115644047194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8iyGq-9jECU/SbvGw9ZaRXI/AAAAAAAAABY/3Lya-44kzWw/S220/Image087.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8725296013761816742.post-9078711615343253842</id><published>2008-10-07T20:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T20:22:54.918-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mama Mia!</title><content type='html'>Heeee! I watched Mama Mia at last yesterday night! ( : and it was goooood! Met with Clar and Jina then walked around, had a bit of dinner, then bought some more food, then we rushed to the theatre cos Clar didnt want to miss the advertisments. And HSM3 is going to be FABULOUS. I just know. Anyway, I'm getting bored with the computer now, so yup, bye!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;(MY EOYS ARE OVER!)&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/8725296013761816742-9078711615343253842?l=da-bombdiggity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://da-bombdiggity.blogspot.com/feeds/9078711615343253842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8725296013761816742&amp;postID=9078711615343253842' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8725296013761816742/posts/default/9078711615343253842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8725296013761816742/posts/default/9078711615343253842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://da-bombdiggity.blogspot.com/2008/10/mama-mia.html' title='Mama Mia!'/><author><name>The OC Potato!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00277699115644047194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8iyGq-9jECU/SbvGw9ZaRXI/AAAAAAAAABY/3Lya-44kzWw/S220/Image087.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8725296013761816742.post-2440626684764282914</id><published>2008-10-06T06:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T06:28:15.858-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Upgrade!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;:P&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Goooooodevening everyone! Today has been a long day. History, the usual, ahem, people with no integrity, and Math2, same thing. I'm quite pleased though, for both papers were quite okay. And man, being a volunteer is so difficult! I mean, you have to be like, 15. And there's this really good one, a walker for HORSIES! But of course, you have to be 16 and above. I mean like, hello, who is a volunteer after they turn 16, tell me. Its either Os, As, promos or diplomas, volunteer my foot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, I went to the library today with hannah and I borrowed some pretty crappy books. I'm so pissed off because of that. And you wanna know why I borrowed some pretty crappy books? Because the shelves were all in a colossal mess, all stacked up and jammed where ever was an available slot. But anyhow, I still got about 3 books, that should do it for the next few days. Did I metion, my EOYs end &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:78%;" &gt;TOMORROW&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;. (The sense of accomplishment!!) I've only got lit left, and I will not be a disappointment again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, after my paper tomorrow, Mummy is going to pick me up and we're gna get tickets for Mama Mia!!!!!!! With Clar &amp;amp; Jina, there had better be evening shows at Jurong Point. And then I'll have to go back to school again, to be fabulous! Mhm, I cannot wait. I need to gocery shopping! Like, plain yogurt, peaches, tomatoes + pizza ingredients.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I'm getting tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;G'night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(PS: I really need suggestions on what to write on. This blog is getting boring, my writing's not moving. So feel free to tag!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love,e&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8725296013761816742-2440626684764282914?l=da-bombdiggity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://da-bombdiggity.blogspot.com/feeds/2440626684764282914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8725296013761816742&amp;postID=2440626684764282914' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8725296013761816742/posts/default/2440626684764282914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8725296013761816742/posts/default/2440626684764282914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://da-bombdiggity.blogspot.com/2008/10/upgrade.html' title='Upgrade!'/><author><name>The OC Potato!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00277699115644047194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8iyGq-9jECU/SbvGw9ZaRXI/AAAAAAAAABY/3Lya-44kzWw/S220/Image087.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8725296013761816742.post-2436040739552498964</id><published>2008-10-05T02:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-05T02:22:10.294-07:00</updated><title type='text'>don't let go</title><content type='html'>This week has been exciting. Chinese was hard. D &amp;amp; T was alright, the rest were alright too. Tmr I have my history and math2 papers! I AM GOING TO DIE! Super scared I wont get my A1s. Must study for lit too, goodness, its on tuesday, and i still haven't read the books. I finished studying for history, except for the maps(x.x). All i need is to read my notes to death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the house is so noisy. things keep dropping and seth's musical toys keep blaring and blaring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TSK.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8725296013761816742-2436040739552498964?l=da-bombdiggity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://da-bombdiggity.blogspot.com/feeds/2436040739552498964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8725296013761816742&amp;postID=2436040739552498964' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8725296013761816742/posts/default/2436040739552498964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8725296013761816742/posts/default/2436040739552498964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://da-bombdiggity.blogspot.com/2008/10/dont-let-go.html' title='don&apos;t let go'/><author><name>The OC Potato!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00277699115644047194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8iyGq-9jECU/SbvGw9ZaRXI/AAAAAAAAABY/3Lya-44kzWw/S220/Image087.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8725296013761816742.post-2070510126888758260</id><published>2008-09-30T20:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T20:19:18.652-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ILFB!</title><content type='html'>Facebook is really, really amusing. I'm gna figure out how to use it properly and reply all the msgs of people, cos now I don't have the time. Its okay though, ONE MORE WEEK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 days. You know what are the 7 things I hate baout you, 7 days?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Everything!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heheeee, that could be the start of a chart topping song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love,e&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8725296013761816742-2070510126888758260?l=da-bombdiggity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://da-bombdiggity.blogspot.com/feeds/2070510126888758260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8725296013761816742&amp;postID=2070510126888758260' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8725296013761816742/posts/default/2070510126888758260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8725296013761816742/posts/default/2070510126888758260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://da-bombdiggity.blogspot.com/2008/09/ilfb.html' title='ILFB!'/><author><name>The OC Potato!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00277699115644047194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8iyGq-9jECU/SbvGw9ZaRXI/AAAAAAAAABY/3Lya-44kzWw/S220/Image087.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8725296013761816742.post-8927307840494701026</id><published>2008-09-28T22:51:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-28T22:55:38.149-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Exams</title><content type='html'>I think exams are boring. All they get you is a hand cramp and a warm chair at the end of the day. Eng2 was (dare i say) easy, science was. Ah yar science lah. So super scientific. LOL. Anyway, i got really pissed off with people in my class today who kept whining-shouting-screaming-screeching I GOT STUDY OKAY! I SLEEP AT 1AM! &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;(uh, news flash? we don't care.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;yup and after that she goes I'M GOING TO FLUNK SCIENCE! and of course her cornies go woohoo, lets all flunk science together. see, now thats what i'm trying to get away from. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;attitude &amp;amp; perspective is very important. attitude &amp;amp; perspective is very important.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i was supposed to start studying 25 minutes ago.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8725296013761816742-8927307840494701026?l=da-bombdiggity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://da-bombdiggity.blogspot.com/feeds/8927307840494701026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8725296013761816742&amp;postID=8927307840494701026' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8725296013761816742/posts/default/8927307840494701026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8725296013761816742/posts/default/8927307840494701026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://da-bombdiggity.blogspot.com/2008/09/exams.html' title='Exams'/><author><name>The OC Potato!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00277699115644047194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8iyGq-9jECU/SbvGw9ZaRXI/AAAAAAAAABY/3Lya-44kzWw/S220/Image087.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8725296013761816742.post-5387979915266440561</id><published>2008-09-28T02:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-28T03:09:21.036-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Buffet!</title><content type='html'>I had a great day today ya know. Playing with the children's ministry was fabulous. Then went for lunch with mummy and daddy and hannah for some seriously yummy food. Came home, I watched zoey 101 then fell asleep. till about half an hour ago? and &lt;strong&gt;i. need. to. mug. for. science.&lt;/strong&gt; need to keep up that seriously&lt;em&gt; LAUSIE&lt;/em&gt; B4 of mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eee-er, i'm getting super pissed off cos of the school system. its almost as if they waste us at our prime. and by that, i mean the first 2 semesters. when we're all weary and sick of the whole schooling concept, they pull a fast one on us which is an exam known ads EOYs which count for 45% of our year's grades. and like, i don't have the heart to study, but you know, this is my time. and when its gone, and i don't make it, there goes everything. i'll be stuck. and i do not want to be stuck. stupid people can be made smart by hard work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know,  i suddenly remembered a phrase i always used in term 1 to spur me on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;impossible is nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with that, i had 6 A1s and high scores in 3 subjects.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so now, i hope it'll work its magic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;impossible&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love,e&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8725296013761816742-5387979915266440561?l=da-bombdiggity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://da-bombdiggity.blogspot.com/feeds/5387979915266440561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8725296013761816742&amp;postID=5387979915266440561' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8725296013761816742/posts/default/5387979915266440561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8725296013761816742/posts/default/5387979915266440561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://da-bombdiggity.blogspot.com/2008/09/buffet.html' title='Buffet!'/><author><name>The OC Potato!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00277699115644047194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8iyGq-9jECU/SbvGw9ZaRXI/AAAAAAAAABY/3Lya-44kzWw/S220/Image087.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8725296013761816742.post-5831696573137940865</id><published>2008-09-26T04:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-26T04:46:45.400-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fall to Pieces</title><content type='html'>You know, my world is falling apart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where is my perfect or near perfect porcelain skin? LOL, my face looks like a frickin compass. Its so ridiculous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And grades. 75% for Lit? &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;YOU WANNA DIE IS IT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And DJ? What about that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And piano?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And drama?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And personal responsibilities?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what I'm doing. But you know, sometimes, it feels so good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I can't just give up now. Wait for next year, I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(edit)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this just cheered me up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/7DXufXp0Bzw&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/7DXufXp0Bzw&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZTsFMyK6xrg&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZTsFMyK6xrg&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PHWOAR!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8725296013761816742-5831696573137940865?l=da-bombdiggity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://da-bombdiggity.blogspot.com/feeds/5831696573137940865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8725296013761816742&amp;postID=5831696573137940865' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8725296013761816742/posts/default/5831696573137940865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8725296013761816742/posts/default/5831696573137940865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://da-bombdiggity.blogspot.com/2008/09/fall-to-pieces.html' title='Fall to Pieces'/><author><name>The OC Potato!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00277699115644047194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8iyGq-9jECU/SbvGw9ZaRXI/AAAAAAAAABY/3Lya-44kzWw/S220/Image087.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8725296013761816742.post-1242301688215498117</id><published>2008-09-25T03:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-25T04:00:04.146-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SB-SP</title><content type='html'>Today in school, I felt like sleeping. After school, I went to the library, and then to Vivo, and then home. And at Vivo, there was this guy in a suit wearing a wig with a gray stocking over his face. Or maybe its gray tights? Or smth like that, he looked like a mannequin, it was freakishly scary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow. I am now on facebook. And it is very, very, very slow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BB&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8725296013761816742-1242301688215498117?l=da-bombdiggity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://da-bombdiggity.blogspot.com/feeds/1242301688215498117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8725296013761816742&amp;postID=1242301688215498117' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8725296013761816742/posts/default/1242301688215498117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8725296013761816742/posts/default/1242301688215498117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://da-bombdiggity.blogspot.com/2008/09/sb-sp.html' title='SB-SP'/><author><name>The OC Potato!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00277699115644047194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8iyGq-9jECU/SbvGw9ZaRXI/AAAAAAAAABY/3Lya-44kzWw/S220/Image087.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8725296013761816742.post-3539616359841183546</id><published>2008-09-24T06:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-24T07:01:26.668-07:00</updated><title type='text'>J'Mance</title><content type='html'>Today, today, today. Today, chemistry was so devastating. I can't believe I got a just pass for like, and all night's plus all recess' work. Then, I ate in class. Then we had chinese, which was a snooze fest, and math, which was a snooze fest, and art, which was a snooze fest. Then I had lunch. Then, I had my english oral. Then, I went home, only to be locked out for the second time this fortnight. Then, I dumped my stuff and took off for the hospital. Lovely time. Then, at around 8, I left. I watched the 2 chinese shows! 5.30 &amp;amp; 7 pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both have the same HAWT guyyyy! And, speaking of hawt guys, I've been seeing lots of them recently at the most bizzare places. On the escalator, when I'm on the bus staring out randomly, corridors. Phwoar! :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For dinner, I had 1 and a half cups of coffee, and I'm still sleepy. I'm helpless, seriously. First, I have no idea how to work my alarm clock. And then even after coffee, and all the puke-ishness, I-AM-SLEEPY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm screwing up big time. I think my nametag should now read "Bloody Screwup An Zang" instead of "Eunice Lim Qin Jie", which by the way, means victorious celebration. I was thinkning about that in the cab home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How to get A1 tell me? I'm seriously going to buy more coffee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever it is, I am not sleeping tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My love, its you, only &lt;em&gt;you&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/-ZBoPlCzuRY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/-ZBoPlCzuRY&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" 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/8725296013761816742-3539616359841183546?l=da-bombdiggity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://da-bombdiggity.blogspot.com/feeds/3539616359841183546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8725296013761816742&amp;postID=3539616359841183546' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8725296013761816742/posts/default/3539616359841183546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8725296013761816742/posts/default/3539616359841183546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://da-bombdiggity.blogspot.com/2008/09/jmance.html' title='J&apos;Mance'/><author><name>The OC Potato!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00277699115644047194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8iyGq-9jECU/SbvGw9ZaRXI/AAAAAAAAABY/3Lya-44kzWw/S220/Image087.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8725296013761816742.post-1514009170772672535</id><published>2008-09-23T03:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-23T03:44:07.414-07:00</updated><title type='text'>S/S!</title><content type='html'>S/S, by the way, stands for S****/S***. I refuse to succumb to the use of singlish, especially at this hour, when my english oral is about 20 hours away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T'day my side hurt lots and lots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stupid bag, stupid files, stupid steps, stupid slope, stupid fork. Even the gel thingum didn't stop the pain. I think I'm gna start taking the pain-killers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had chinese oral today. It was boring. Mrs Yap didn't seem to be too pleased with me, especially during the conversation. My "accent" snuck its way into my speech, which irritated me alot. Which made me S.M.I.L.E(at the thought of Charlie Lou and Jamie Ann ROFLing), cos I believe in grace under pressure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*HUGE SMILE*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mummy and Daddy came to fecth me, went to redhill market to eat. The fried kway teow is so OILY and SMOOTH. Eeee, and I keep getting chin outbreaks. Tut, tut, must be all those chin fights on Saturday. Went to visit Seth, walked up and down the wretched slope THRICE, damn, no wonder my side hurts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and did I mention, there's a "very simple" history test on Contact &amp;amp; Interaction this thursday, and I'm very behind my study schedule, and I won't get to meet m'maties this Saturday for S.G, cos there'll be a 3 hour rehearsal in BPJ for Children's Day worship. Which means, a really unhappy Tinky-inky-winky-binky Strawberry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And have I mentioned, I'm really behind my study schedule.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*HUGE SMILE* *HUGE SMILE* *HUGE SMILE*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL, i just dropped my sister's $60 volcom backpack, the look on her face was priceless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love,e&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8725296013761816742-1514009170772672535?l=da-bombdiggity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://da-bombdiggity.blogspot.com/feeds/1514009170772672535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8725296013761816742&amp;postID=1514009170772672535' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8725296013761816742/posts/default/1514009170772672535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8725296013761816742/posts/default/1514009170772672535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://da-bombdiggity.blogspot.com/2008/09/ss.html' title='S/S!'/><author><name>The OC Potato!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00277699115644047194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8iyGq-9jECU/SbvGw9ZaRXI/AAAAAAAAABY/3Lya-44kzWw/S220/Image087.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8725296013761816742.post-2453748875547853326</id><published>2008-09-22T07:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T07:36:36.480-07:00</updated><title type='text'>flying fork</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;the flying fork&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;= 2 minutes of pain, 3 and a half hours of my parent's sleep, $91.80 bucks, seth to be all alone in the ward for like 30mins, disrupted muscle, damaged tissue, rib ache, dirtied uniform, 10 minutes of mr wan's time, and above all else, possibly&lt;em&gt; your&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;future&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today was so complicated. like, so many things can change in a day. i never knew on the &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;first of january&lt;/span&gt; that i would be shaking the hand of a 2g student, saying "you are forgiven." i never knew on the &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;first of january&lt;/span&gt; that seth would be in the icu. i never knew on the &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;first of january&lt;/span&gt; that God would be so real. y'know, i thank God for these kind of situations, cos then, i can see and know that God is truly truly truly everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;psalms 139:9-10&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;if i rise on the wings of the dawn, if i settle on the far side of the sea, even there your hand will guide me, your right hand will hold me fast.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;really, how can you not stand to praise and worship such a God? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in moments like these&lt;br /&gt;i sing a out a song&lt;br /&gt;i sing a love song to Jesus&lt;br /&gt;in moments like these&lt;br /&gt;i lift up my hands&lt;br /&gt;i lift up my hands to the Lord&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;singing i love you Lord&lt;br /&gt;singing i love you Lord&lt;br /&gt;singing i love you Lord&lt;br /&gt;i love you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(now n forever)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love,e&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8725296013761816742-2453748875547853326?l=da-bombdiggity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://da-bombdiggity.blogspot.com/feeds/2453748875547853326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8725296013761816742&amp;postID=2453748875547853326' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8725296013761816742/posts/default/2453748875547853326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8725296013761816742/posts/default/2453748875547853326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://da-bombdiggity.blogspot.com/2008/09/flying-fork.html' title='flying fork'/><author><name>The OC Potato!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00277699115644047194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8iyGq-9jECU/SbvGw9ZaRXI/AAAAAAAAABY/3Lya-44kzWw/S220/Image087.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8725296013761816742.post-3524376546012497856</id><published>2008-09-21T04:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-21T04:29:02.298-07:00</updated><title type='text'>whole jing gang</title><content type='html'>study group was so frickin AWESOME! love the whole jing gang. pardon the spelling error, if there is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;spoke in chinese, ROFL-ed(literally), vanadlized charlie's leg, had my own vanalized, had my own hand smashed into my face, realized that the term GMTA is not a cliche, and that it is not fake, had a whole lotta chin fights and ah ya, its just toooo much to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WEB was quite... exaggarated. like, esp the kim possible one. but i guess lots of stuff which was said applies. dump and devote. stop bitching. love your brothers and sisters in Christ and honor them. have i mentioned stop bitching? which is why, whenever i bitch or whatever, charlie lou and jamie ann will like slap my face/hit my chin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my goodness, slipknot is scary. i think they're cowards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, better get to sleep and stuff when daddy come home with my bag i'm gna start mugging through the night. strangely enough mummy n daddy don't have any problems with me doing that now. heyho, thats coolio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love,e&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8725296013761816742-3524376546012497856?l=da-bombdiggity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://da-bombdiggity.blogspot.com/feeds/3524376546012497856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8725296013761816742&amp;postID=3524376546012497856' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8725296013761816742/posts/default/3524376546012497856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8725296013761816742/posts/default/3524376546012497856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://da-bombdiggity.blogspot.com/2008/09/whole-jing-gang.html' title='whole jing gang'/><author><name>The OC Potato!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00277699115644047194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8iyGq-9jECU/SbvGw9ZaRXI/AAAAAAAAABY/3Lya-44kzWw/S220/Image087.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8725296013761816742.post-8420180808316529318</id><published>2008-09-19T03:24:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-19T10:57:11.991-07:00</updated><title type='text'>confessions of an insomatic</title><content type='html'>&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are A Professional Girlfriend!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatkindofgirlfriendareyouquiz/professional-girlfriend.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are the perfect girlfriend - big surprise!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heaven knows you've had enough practice. That's why you're a total pro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If there was an Emily Post of girlfriends, it would be you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know how to act in every situation ... to make both you and your guy happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogthings.com/whatkindofgirlfriendareyouquiz/"&gt;What Kind of Girlfriend Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your Friend is Definitely Fake&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/isyourbestgirlfriendfakequiz/fake-3.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your friend is not true to you - and your friendship is definitely faux.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's probably time to demote her to acquaintance, unless you don't mind being fake back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogthings.com/isyourbestgirlfriendfakequiz/"&gt;Is Your Best Girl Friend Fake?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are a Good Friend Because You're Accepting&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatmakesyouagoodfriendquiz/accepting.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No matter what a friend says or does, you try your best to understand it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And your friends feel like they can tell you anything. You don't judge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know that friendship is a journey - with a lot of ups and downs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you and a friend grow apart, you get over it quickly... and leave the potential for future friendship open.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You tend to have many friends from many walks of life. Anyone you meet is could become a friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In fact, you are especially interested in people who are a little different than you. Seeing life from another perspective is something you cherish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your friends need you most when: They can't turn to anyone else with their secrets&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You really can't be friends with: Dogmatic, stubborn people&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your friendship quote: "Love is blind, but friendship closes its eyes."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogthings.com/whatmakesyouagoodfriendquiz/"&gt;What Makes You a Good Friend?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are Chocolate Chip Ice Cream&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatflavoricecreamareyouquiz/chocolate-chip.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are kind, popular, and generous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You tend to be successful at anything you try.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A social butterfly, you are great at entertaining a crowd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are most compatible with strawberry ice cream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogthings.com/whatflavoricecreamareyouquiz/"&gt;What Flavor Ice Cream Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;strawberry ice cream, anyone? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are Strawberry Cake&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatkindofcakeareyouquiz/strawberry-cake.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fresh, sassy, and romantic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're a total flirt, who never would turn down a sugary treat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Occasionally you're a bit moody - but you usually stay sweet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogthings.com/whatkindofcakeareyouquiz/"&gt;What Kind of Cake Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh goodness, this is too funny&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are Fruit Loops&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatkindofcerealareyouquiz/fruitloops.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're very fun loving and easily bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You need everything in your life to be over the top.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are definitely attracted to shiny and colorful objects.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If kids love something, you tend to love it as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You a very short attention span and are easily distracted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are likely to eat something very random for breakfast... or forget to eat it at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogthings.com/whatkindofcerealareyouquiz/"&gt;What Kind of Cereal Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your Expression Number is 1&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatsyourexpressionnumberquiz/one.gif" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have the skills to be a top executive or businessperson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But first you must develop your natural capacity to be a good leader.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are truly original - with a creative approach to life and a very sharp mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You reach for the sky, and you have the potential to reach it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Assertive and straight forward, you have little need for supervision.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are self-confident, self-reliant, and courageous in your convictions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While you sometimes fear loneliness, you prefer to be left alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A bit self centered, you may be  hard to life with at times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You also have a strong dominant streak - which can push others away at times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogthings.com/whatsyourexpressionnumberquiz/"&gt;What's Your Expression Number?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What Your Hands Say About You&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatdoyourhandssayaboutyouquiz/hands.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are logical, analytical, and rational. You have good verbal skills.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bold and daring, you're not afraid to change your life if you think it needs an overhaul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brainy and intelligent, you are intellectual to the point of being incomprehensible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your emotions tend to be nervous and potent. Your energy - both positive and negative - deeply impacts your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogthings.com/whatdoyourhandssayaboutyouquiz/"&gt;What Do Your Hands Say About You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What Your Pizza Reveals&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatdoesyourpizzasayaboutyouquiz/pizza.gif" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have a hearty appetite. You are likely to complain if a restaurant has small portions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You consider pizza to be bread... very good bread. You fit in best in the Midwest part of the US.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your taste in food tends to favor what's rich and comforting. You prefer food that will definitely satisfy you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are dependable, loyal, and conservative with your choices.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have many conflicting and complementary layers to your personality. You should consider traveling to Australia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The stereotype that best fits you is geek. You're the type most likely to order pizza to avoid leaving your computer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogthings.com/whatdoesyourpizzasayaboutyouquiz/"&gt;What Does Your Pizza Say About You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;geek indeed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are Spaghetti Marinara&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatpastadishareyouquiz/spaghetti-marinara.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Compared to most people, you are sophisticated, subtle, and classy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are concerned with quality in all aspects of your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You rather have a few high quality friends than many acquaintances.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you always prefer to have a meal with simple, high quality ingredients.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogthings.com/whatpastadishareyouquiz/"&gt;What Pasta Dish Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are 76% Interesting&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/areyouboringorinterestingquiz/interesting-4.png" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Believe it or not, you are a very fascinating person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're probably too busy being interesting to realize exactly how interesting you are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have a rich, full life. You are curious about the world, and you are very open to new experiences.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have a lot to talk about, and people find you to be an amazing conversationalist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And most importantly, you are truly interested in other people. How could anyone find that boring?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You truly listen and learn from others. You're not self absorbed or shallow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogthings.com/areyouboringorinterestingquiz/"&gt;Are You Boring or Interesting?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A1! LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your Superpower Should Be Mind Reading&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatshouldyoursuperpowerbequiz/mind-reading.gif" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are brilliant, insightful, and intuitive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You understand people better than they would like to be understood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Highly sensitive, you are good at putting together seemingly irrelevant details.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You figure out what's going on before anyone knows that anything is going on!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why you would be a good superhero: You don't care what people think, and you'd do whatever needed to be done&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your biggest problem as a superhero: Feeling even more isolated than you do now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogthings.com/whatshouldyoursuperpowerbequiz/"&gt;What Should Your Superpower Be?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are Mostly Secure&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/areyouaninsecuregirlquiz/insecure-2.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In general, you feel confident and together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the wrong thing can happen, and all of a sudden, you're not feeling so secure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luckily, your insecurities don't last long... at least, not usually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the next time you're feeling insecure, try to snap out of it - and remember the confident woman you are!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogthings.com/areyouaninsecuregirlquiz/"&gt;Are You An Insecure Girl?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okie dokie, i'm sleepy now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;g'night&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8725296013761816742-8420180808316529318?l=da-bombdiggity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://da-bombdiggity.blogspot.com/feeds/8420180808316529318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8725296013761816742&amp;postID=8420180808316529318' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8725296013761816742/posts/default/8420180808316529318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8725296013761816742/posts/default/8420180808316529318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://da-bombdiggity.blogspot.com/2008/09/confessions-of-insomatic.html' title='confessions of an insomatic'/><author><name>The OC Potato!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00277699115644047194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8iyGq-9jECU/SbvGw9ZaRXI/AAAAAAAAABY/3Lya-44kzWw/S220/Image087.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8725296013761816742.post-5276780223850457568</id><published>2008-09-19T03:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-19T03:27:32.473-07:00</updated><title type='text'>boyf</title><content type='html'>today was hectic. el and cl paper 1s. el was hard. my essay only came together like, during the last 25 minutes of the exam, seriously nerve wrecking. cl was easy. but for letter writing i wasnt sure if i did the format correctly. oh well, if its over let it go, i guess. went to nuh right after exam, cos seth was going to have another op and daddy wanted me there. poor sethseth, i love you baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm now watching ms congeniality 1 on youtube! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh happy day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HEEEEHEEEE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love,e&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(i'm over it.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8725296013761816742-5276780223850457568?l=da-bombdiggity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://da-bombdiggity.blogspot.com/feeds/5276780223850457568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8725296013761816742&amp;postID=5276780223850457568' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8725296013761816742/posts/default/5276780223850457568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8725296013761816742/posts/default/5276780223850457568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://da-bombdiggity.blogspot.com/2008/09/boyf.html' title='boyf'/><author><name>The OC Potato!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00277699115644047194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8iyGq-9jECU/SbvGw9ZaRXI/AAAAAAAAABY/3Lya-44kzWw/S220/Image087.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8725296013761816742.post-308616339705788783</id><published>2008-09-17T03:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T03:35:55.808-07:00</updated><title type='text'>tomato sauce</title><content type='html'>I was super zonked today. Seriously sleep deprived right now. I slept from 10pm-2.30am, and then 4.30am-6am. Clever tricks eh, I bet mummy and daddy didn't even find out. Only aunty mary knew hehhhh! But then again, the mess of algrbra stuff and my stationery all strewn around should've been a dead give-away... Ah well, at least mummy didn't find out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today during chemistry I swear, gibberish was pouring out of Ms Lim. And tmr, we have a test on acids, alkalis and indicators. Then we had English, I think which was a test on editing. The instructions weren't clear. So pissing. Then recess, I went to the lib to study zao ju for all 3 chapters of chinese, to make sure I didn't forget in the test. But guess what. I studied for the whole frickin period, with my tummy rumbling away, and.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;THERE WASN'T ANY ZAO JU SECTION!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then math, which was noisy and hot and stuffy, then art, which was painful. My hand still hurts from coloring and drawing. And there's D&amp;amp;T bright and early in the morn tmr. Snooze fest please. I think that time can be better utilized for STUDYING or REVISING or CLARIFYING, don't you think? Anyway, after school, had to do the essay writing test, which was pretty fun. For once in my life, I think I wrote within the word limit. Within the time. And on the spot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, screw the headaches, they're coming backkkk! I think I'm gna go to kao &amp;amp; tan to get the medicine again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8725296013761816742-308616339705788783?l=da-bombdiggity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://da-bombdiggity.blogspot.com/feeds/308616339705788783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8725296013761816742&amp;postID=308616339705788783' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8725296013761816742/posts/default/308616339705788783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8725296013761816742/posts/default/308616339705788783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://da-bombdiggity.blogspot.com/2008/09/tomato-sauce.html' title='tomato sauce'/><author><name>The OC Potato!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00277699115644047194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8iyGq-9jECU/SbvGw9ZaRXI/AAAAAAAAABY/3Lya-44kzWw/S220/Image087.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8725296013761816742.post-4387390436779994778</id><published>2008-09-16T02:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T02:19:53.896-07:00</updated><title type='text'>cuttlefishie!</title><content type='html'>today was quite a happy day, y'know. my group's history project looks awesome! lennard's brother gave him some suggestions to improve the board, and it looked so professional! the trick is to cover everything with a layer of plastic, that way everything &lt;strong&gt;GLEAMS&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm in serious need of studying(2pid/emo/lausie!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my sister is asking me a bunch of crazy questions now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;byebyebye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8725296013761816742-4387390436779994778?l=da-bombdiggity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://da-bombdiggity.blogspot.com/feeds/4387390436779994778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8725296013761816742&amp;postID=4387390436779994778' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8725296013761816742/posts/default/4387390436779994778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8725296013761816742/posts/default/4387390436779994778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://da-bombdiggity.blogspot.com/2008/09/cuttlefishie.html' title='cuttlefishie!'/><author><name>The OC Potato!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00277699115644047194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8iyGq-9jECU/SbvGw9ZaRXI/AAAAAAAAABY/3Lya-44kzWw/S220/Image087.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8725296013761816742.post-4152756274563729238</id><published>2008-09-15T08:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T08:56:02.659-07:00</updated><title type='text'>overwhelmed</title><content type='html'>you know, at frist, i thought this week would engulf me. getting sick, saturday's breakdown, but you know what? i've been thinking. and you know, i didn't even have to pray, cos God knows what i wanna say before its on my tongue and every thought that runs through my mind, He knows too. reading psalms at mount alvernia didn't go to waste after all yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Psalms 138:3&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;On the day I called; You answered me; You made me bold with strength in my soul.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just now as i was doing my work and all that stuff, yeah, i felt irritated, stupid(or 2pid, ha ha ha) and ahya everything lah, when you're sliiiiightly sleep deprived and on many many drugs n acids/alkalis, BUT. its like. a sense of kind of. assurance, peace. planning my timetable too. its almost like the. fan in the silence is telling me "its okay, its alright, you'll get through this". but i think its got to do with everyone praying too. i know its got to do with God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Psalms 138:7&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Though I walk in the midst of trouble, You will revive me; You will strech forth Your right hand and save me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;isn't that just amazing? i think its amazing-er than any asian artefact(don't ask), amazing-er than any gleaming report card, amazing-er than badger balm, and even though God's single-handedly shaken my foundation, i think i know God's got a great purpose for it, you know? i mean, now i may not be able to trust God completely with everything, but. i hope i'm well on my way to doing so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a big thankyou and huge bear hug to everyone who's been so concerned and praying for me, my family and seth. bless your kind souls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Psalms 138:5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;And they will sing of the ways of the Lord, for great is the glory of the Lord.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thankyou God&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(hallelujah)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love,e&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8725296013761816742-4152756274563729238?l=da-bombdiggity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://da-bombdiggity.blogspot.com/feeds/4152756274563729238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8725296013761816742&amp;postID=4152756274563729238' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8725296013761816742/posts/default/4152756274563729238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8725296013761816742/posts/default/4152756274563729238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://da-bombdiggity.blogspot.com/2008/09/overwhelmed.html' title='overwhelmed'/><author><name>The OC Potato!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00277699115644047194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8iyGq-9jECU/SbvGw9ZaRXI/AAAAAAAAABY/3Lya-44kzWw/S220/Image087.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8725296013761816742.post-8644465329134494252</id><published>2008-09-13T17:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-13T18:08:44.848-07:00</updated><title type='text'>together we cry</title><content type='html'>I love study group maties and WEB with the bottom of my heart. During study group I kept like, spacing out and stuff. I think Jerome must have asked "You okay or not?" about. 7 times? I wasn't all that productive, you know. I only managed to do revision ex 15 on simple inequalities. And graphs still remains a mystery to me. Dang I should've bugged Jerome/Giff/Ezra more ya. I'll try my best to get it sorted this weekend. Which only consists of today, BTW. :\ Next week, I have a &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;history project due&lt;/span&gt;, and my group mates are getting on my last nerve, a &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;composition test&lt;/span&gt;, a &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;chinese test&lt;/span&gt;, but on which chapters I still do not know, a &lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;science test&lt;/span&gt; on chapter 8, a &lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;math test&lt;/span&gt; on graphs and simple inequalities, and &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;EOY CL/EL paper 1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But on the brighter side of life, study group ytd was hilarious. Thank you &lt;em&gt;FRIENDS&lt;/em&gt;!(LOL, inside joke, you don't want to know ;D) I went so so red, and even my ears turned pinkish. Had dinner at Food Mall, fried rice sucked. &lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HONEYDEWSAGO was DELICIOUS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;! Shared with maties.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WEB was a bit too rushed for me. My mind was taking a long time to remember what it felt like to be in a normal situation. And I kept getting slightly pissed off whenever Matt said sharing time before I finished writing down my answer. I feel really bad now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, I better go shower now, and off to church I'll trot. (I won't really trot, BTW)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(a baby named seth)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love,e&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8725296013761816742-8644465329134494252?l=da-bombdiggity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://da-bombdiggity.blogspot.com/feeds/8644465329134494252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8725296013761816742&amp;postID=8644465329134494252' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8725296013761816742/posts/default/8644465329134494252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8725296013761816742/posts/default/8644465329134494252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://da-bombdiggity.blogspot.com/2008/09/together-we-cry.html' title='together we cry'/><author><name>The OC Potato!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00277699115644047194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8iyGq-9jECU/SbvGw9ZaRXI/AAAAAAAAABY/3Lya-44kzWw/S220/Image087.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8725296013761816742.post-7425064641115329509</id><published>2008-09-10T19:25:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T19:39:11.436-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Seth</title><content type='html'>Seth is going to get baptized this morning. Seth's going to be transferred to NUH this afternoon, the evacuation team is coming soon. Seth opened his eyes this morning, when I was singing and talking to him. Mummy's been by his bedside, crying and talking to him. When Seth looked at me, I felt. Numb. Happy. Sad. Desperate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things that are going down the toilet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Chinese grades. 7.5%'s just going to have to cut it I guess. Chinese e-learning, cos I was supposed to stay in school yesterday to complete it on the school computer, so I can type in the chinese words. But guess what. I wasn't in school yesterday. And I'm not in school today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-History project. Left Calandra in charge, she wants to do the whole thing, so actually, I didn't contribute anything, besides well, choosing the artefact for emmeline to find pictures and do the storyboard. Cos, when I was the leader, I meant for the board to be done together, so we all had equal contributions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Oral. Oral exam is next friday. 8 days from now and I still do not know what's expected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-SYF, English week, and Chinese drama play. I didn't go for SYF on Tuesday, and I'm not going for the english week/chinese drama rehearsals today too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God, tell me how'm I supposed to transfer out. Do you seriously want be to be a loser in Qtown for 4 years? Think about it. You know, things were bad enough. But oh no. You just have to go make everything worse, don't you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God how could you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love,e&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8725296013761816742-7425064641115329509?l=da-bombdiggity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://da-bombdiggity.blogspot.com/feeds/7425064641115329509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8725296013761816742&amp;postID=7425064641115329509' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8725296013761816742/posts/default/7425064641115329509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8725296013761816742/posts/default/7425064641115329509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://da-bombdiggity.blogspot.com/2008/09/seth.html' title='Seth'/><author><name>The OC Potato!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00277699115644047194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8iyGq-9jECU/SbvGw9ZaRXI/AAAAAAAAABY/3Lya-44kzWw/S220/Image087.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8725296013761816742.post-897018465893031527</id><published>2008-09-09T19:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T01:06:54.877-07:00</updated><title type='text'>my love,</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object height="50" width="60"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/-ZBoPlCzuRY&amp;amp;hl=ko&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/-ZBoPlCzuRY&amp;hl=ko&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;this is for you&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;(sorry dear, character map isn't on this computer) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gave school a miss today, at mummy and daddy's orders. tmr too, most likely. you know what i don't really mind. exams are just around the corner, at the expense of my lovely gleaming, shining, straight A1 grades, i'm at the hospital, with my family. not that i don't want to be here. i do, really. lets just hope i'll be able to cope when i return to school on friday/nxt monday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know, yesterday when everyone was praying in the waiting room, with tears streaming down our faces, someone prayed for us to be accept the fact that seth might not make it. after going to dinner, after trying so hard not to drench my meal, i went up to the waiting room lounge place. the first thing when i got off the elevator and walked round the corner was my dad. bloodshot eyes, mask around his face, consulting his handphone. he looked so sad. i felt so sad. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;walking down the corridor, i saw mary, ahmai gugu, praying, in tears. and ahjoo gugu said to me, "try to be strong". and i cracked again. its far to sad and emotion-packed to write out. not one is missing in the kingdom of God. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;then i saw hannah, being the brave one. when i saw her eyes and face this morning, i knew. i love you hannah dearest sister. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;anyway we have visitors. guess i'll continue this later, when i get things sorted out more. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;(edit) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;seth's heart is still beating too fast. here in the waiting room, there were people so talking at such an impolite volume. so disrespectful. back to the seth issue. if his heart continues to beat so fast(220plus beats per minute, i think) his heart might just stop. and when that happens, they'll have to do the electrical thingum, genius innit? NO. cos there's water outside his lungs. and if they do the electrical thingum, what'll happen?? i leave it up to your intelligence to figure out. i'm getting depressed sitting here. i think the people around are getting pissed off too, cos of  the jonas brothers' when you look me in the eyes that keeps playing in daddy's laptop. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i don't believe seth's in such a critical condition. he;s been in ICU before, but never was he always sedated, with so many tubes and needles poking here and there. no doctor;s never said, "don't get your hopes too high" to any immediate member of my family before. and for that, on the cab ride here i was cursing the devil. you'd better believe it. i was just so angry. and then just now kat and matt came by. matt was being the joker as usual. i was caught off guard when he suddenly asked, "so how do you feel about all this?" in all seriousness. i said sad. i just couldnt elaborate more. i had to keep that big ol' grin on my face to stop the tears. i don't think i can speak about this to anyone with a straight face. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;more later, maybe. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i need a shoulder. i need a hug. i need some. destress-ment.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;but then again, i think my parents need it more. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;God bless their souls &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8725296013761816742-897018465893031527?l=da-bombdiggity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://da-bombdiggity.blogspot.com/feeds/897018465893031527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8725296013761816742&amp;postID=897018465893031527' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8725296013761816742/posts/default/897018465893031527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8725296013761816742/posts/default/897018465893031527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://da-bombdiggity.blogspot.com/2008/09/my-love.html' title='my love,'/><author><name>The OC Potato!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00277699115644047194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8iyGq-9jECU/SbvGw9ZaRXI/AAAAAAAAABY/3Lya-44kzWw/S220/Image087.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8725296013761816742.post-6349321920497169399</id><published>2008-09-09T06:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-09T06:46:58.056-07:00</updated><title type='text'>hey nothing</title><content type='html'>seth may very well &lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;die&lt;/span&gt; tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tears, God, prayer, food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my everything, the cornerstone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;make things alright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mummy and daddy don't want us to go to school tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've never seen daddy cry like that, or gong gong. or po po. or ah joo gu gu. or mary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my eyes feel swollen. i feel dehydrated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;scared, sad, tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my everything, the cornerstone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;make things alright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love,e&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(wish you were here)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8725296013761816742-6349321920497169399?l=da-bombdiggity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://da-bombdiggity.blogspot.com/feeds/6349321920497169399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8725296013761816742&amp;postID=6349321920497169399' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8725296013761816742/posts/default/6349321920497169399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8725296013761816742/posts/default/6349321920497169399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://da-bombdiggity.blogspot.com/2008/09/hey-nothing.html' title='hey nothing'/><author><name>The OC Potato!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00277699115644047194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8iyGq-9jECU/SbvGw9ZaRXI/AAAAAAAAABY/3Lya-44kzWw/S220/Image087.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8725296013761816742.post-8156952846132544536</id><published>2008-09-08T05:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-08T07:00:34.820-07:00</updated><title type='text'>for the first time in a long time</title><content type='html'>Today was a happy day. But you know what? Yesterday, I needn't have stayed up till so late or should i say early completeing my e-learning cos you know why? In about every subj, at least 7 people didn't do it cos of this reason and that. And my reason could have been I hadn't had access to the computer which is the whole, complete, unbiased and AHYAH WHATEVER its the truth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And ho-ho merry-o. There are like. 2 chinese tests to do i thought there was only one, they're due on thursday. i think i'm going to screw them up, seriously. thankgoodness we're getting more than one attempt, if not i think i'll have to settle for 15% for the first chinese test and wth chinese is my bestest subj okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, this week isn't really looking so good. Tmr my darling Seth's going for the op at 9am. And Mr Chong's just set this ridiculous project work. I figured, the only time i needed 2 best friends to work together, they're petty fighting. Which means. Alot of trouble for me. Cos have i mentioned, its due TUESDAY. As in, next, thankgoodness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i tried this math paper today, paper 1 and i got 31/60. Someone shoot me please. To get a decent grade for math, paper 1 should have a score of like 50. At least. And i was reading through ecosystems in school(GO DIE MDM T!) and i was like. H-U-H?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think the only thing I have to look forward to is SATURDAY! I'm meeting up with Giff, Ezra and MoRong to stuuuuudy! Really should tell them to bring science, history and math. And CHINESE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Better get started on the history project thingum and the chinese test. Something tells me I won't be sleeping well this week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(make things better!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IMY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love,e&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(edit)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahhh who knew children's day songs would be so tough? LOL, lets hope i still can celebrate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/iJVc0Cv6T_4&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/iJVc0Cv6T_4&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;listen for the synthesizer thing sounds. :\ thats what i'll be playing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/RyyRfx563Zs&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/RyyRfx563Zs&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay this' cool. i can't believe daddy's been to the church.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyhow. i should be working but i cant access thing chinese typing thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohwell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love,e(ISMY)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(edit)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;colorgenics&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;are&lt;/span&gt;fascinating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;You are trying to prove to others that nothing can really affect you. You are pretending to be stoical - indifferent to pain or pleasure and indeed even superior to any form of weakness. As a result, more often than not, you unfortunately act with undue harshness or severity by adopting an autocratic and self-willed attitude.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Recently you have been experiencing considerable mental anguish and turmoil. You are bored and discontent. Nothing seems to be going right for you. Even your relationships aren't working out and you don't quite know which way to turn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;You give the impression that you are a self-sufficient individual, pretending that you are stoical - indifferent to pain or pleasure. But this is not so, for in truth you are an extremely emotional person, one that may make hasty decisions and perhaps repent at leisure. It is time now perhaps to break the bond of detachment and become the real 'you' - the you that you would like to be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;All of the stress and strains resulting from disappointment have led to agitation and anxiety. You have been going out of your way to make a good impression, but you have reservations as to the likelihood of succeeding. You feel that you have a right to accomplish all that you set your mind on but you have become helpless and distressed when circumstances have gone against you. The idea of failure is most upsetting and this can even mean utter dejection. You see yourself as a scapegoat and you feel everyone in your sphere of influence has tried to take undue advantage of you. You are trying to convince yourself that your failure to achieve standing and recognition is not of your making but indeed of those around you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;You are presently worried about your future and you feel that whatever you do will go wrong. At this time you are your own worst enemy. All the disappointment that you have experienced, coupled with the fear that there is no point in formulating fresh goals, have led to anxiety. You would like recognition and a position of trust but you are concerned that these hopes and dreams may not be realised. You are very argumentative and insistent that you are right - maybe you are - but you are pushing too hard. Take it easy, let go, and smile. Smiling and agreeing with people works wonders - try it and see.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;i didn't believe that certain people would go on to the moment of truth to just get everything out of their system. but you know, it doesn't seem like a terrible way, except for the fact that its on national television, that is. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess right now, i'm still in the process of finding, whatever that means. the word just popped into my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;sick&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;secrets&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;(please don't hate me)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love,e&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8725296013761816742-8156952846132544536?l=da-bombdiggity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://da-bombdiggity.blogspot.com/feeds/8156952846132544536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8725296013761816742&amp;postID=8156952846132544536' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8725296013761816742/posts/default/8156952846132544536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8725296013761816742/posts/default/8156952846132544536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://da-bombdiggity.blogspot.com/2008/09/1st-time-in-long-time.html' title='for the first time in a long time'/><author><name>The OC Potato!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00277699115644047194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8iyGq-9jECU/SbvGw9ZaRXI/AAAAAAAAABY/3Lya-44kzWw/S220/Image087.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8725296013761816742.post-3755899035850027121</id><published>2008-09-07T07:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-07T08:11:20.277-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HOHOHO</title><content type='html'>its 2238. i've finished cheena, math, history, science. i'm left with english. ahyaaaaa. i'm super tired and there's so much to do. i still havent packed and i dont know what lessons i ahave tmr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but on the plus side, i got to msn with sarah soo! i surprised myself, really. i can't believe the things i told her(not that i regret it) but it was just so easy to talk to her about things that even i sometimes dont want to admit to myself. i felt better after that, so i guess it wasnt a waste of time and brain cells...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;argh fragments of sentences n adverbs and whatever else is killing me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm still missing you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love,e&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(edit)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hm i just finished packing for tmr. and i was thinkging what my goals for term 4 should be. like. how should i live the last term of school. cos you know what? my time in q-twn isnt up yet. daddy says he thinks God has a special place for my in q-twn, but God gives us choices. my choice is definately to transfer, so i should take hold of the special place God has for me NOW. ytd night at svc during the last song, i was just sitting and thinking and being still and quiet. i know we were supposed to be like, surrendering, giving God our thoughts and relationships, but i was kinda doing smth else. like i was thinking, how on earth am i going to work my school &amp;amp; christian life out? as i said earlier on, i need a cornerstone to like put everything in place and even as i'm typing this now, i feel. some sense of peace and scurity. even though its 1107 at night and everyone's asleep and i have no idea what the term has in store for me. i know no where in the Bibe does it say we're supposed to feel God and stuff, but. i think its in the trust and faith i have now in God that helps me feel better, you know? God, work this whole thing out. its Yours now. i'm Yours now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;indeed, Jesus You're everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;still still missing you,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love,e&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8725296013761816742-3755899035850027121?l=da-bombdiggity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://da-bombdiggity.blogspot.com/feeds/3755899035850027121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8725296013761816742&amp;postID=3755899035850027121' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8725296013761816742/posts/default/3755899035850027121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8725296013761816742/posts/default/3755899035850027121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://da-bombdiggity.blogspot.com/2008/09/hohoho.html' title='HOHOHO'/><author><name>The OC Potato!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00277699115644047194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8iyGq-9jECU/SbvGw9ZaRXI/AAAAAAAAABY/3Lya-44kzWw/S220/Image087.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8725296013761816742.post-1827618537011695003</id><published>2008-09-07T05:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-07T05:04:10.845-07:00</updated><title type='text'>):</title><content type='html'>i don't get math. i don't get science. my holiday boot camp plans wet dwn the drain. everything a mess and scattered about. i desperately need some cornerstone to hold everything together. i'm not ready for tmr. i'm not ready for seth to go for operation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;worst of all,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank goodness i'm single, this is all about me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8725296013761816742-1827618537011695003?l=da-bombdiggity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://da-bombdiggity.blogspot.com/feeds/1827618537011695003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8725296013761816742&amp;postID=1827618537011695003' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8725296013761816742/posts/default/1827618537011695003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8725296013761816742/posts/default/1827618537011695003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://da-bombdiggity.blogspot.com/2008/09/blog-post.html' title='):'/><author><name>The OC Potato!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00277699115644047194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8iyGq-9jECU/SbvGw9ZaRXI/AAAAAAAAABY/3Lya-44kzWw/S220/Image087.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8725296013761816742.post-1785524073370795826</id><published>2008-09-05T20:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-05T20:18:35.125-07:00</updated><title type='text'>E, G, J, E!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Man ytd was fantastic. Studying, laughing and talking. And eating! Very, very messily. (: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I got quite a bit of work done. I did 4 chapters of chinese in the morning, then math in the afternoon, and history at night. Then we minus G went walking ard city link mall, raffles and marina sq, then went to daddy's office to surprise my fabulous parents! Had to wait a while cos they weren't done working yet. Anyways, sang some songs, they stole some jellybeans, then daddy gave them a ride to the salvation army bus stop. I think. I just rode along. And did my work while daddy was in IDT watching KUNG FU PANDA. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Because yesterday was a great day, today shall be one too. But. e-learning is such a stupid name for what they're definition of e-learning is. Stupid q-town should call it we're-too-lazy-to-print-worksheets-for-you-so we're chucking them-online-so-you-go-print-yourself learning. In fact it isn't even really learning. I had the impression that it was questions posted online and MCQ circles were given for you to press but NOOO.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ahyar, so annoying. The stupid q-twn website's lagging. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh-my-&lt;em&gt;Gooooooodness&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;LOL.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;over and out &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;  ---------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8725296013761816742-1785524073370795826?l=da-bombdiggity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://da-bombdiggity.blogspot.com/feeds/1785524073370795826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8725296013761816742&amp;postID=1785524073370795826' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8725296013761816742/posts/default/1785524073370795826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8725296013761816742/posts/default/1785524073370795826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://da-bombdiggity.blogspot.com/2008/09/e-g-j-e.html' title='E, G, J, E!'/><author><name>The OC Potato!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00277699115644047194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8iyGq-9jECU/SbvGw9ZaRXI/AAAAAAAAABY/3Lya-44kzWw/S220/Image087.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8725296013761816742.post-1630258105496969577</id><published>2008-09-02T04:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T05:11:15.325-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I feel free</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#eeeeee;"&gt;You Are Ballet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatkindofdanceareyouquiz/ballet.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are quite introverted. You enjoy keeping to yourself and cultivating your talents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are dedicated and focused. If practice makes perfect, you're willing to keep practicing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While some people may dismiss you as boring, you can be quite edgy and interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can fit in almost anywhere... and your style ranges from conservative to funky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogthings.com/whatkindofdanceareyouquiz/"&gt;What Dance Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ballet. HA-HA. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle" color="#eeeeee"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are Equally Close to Your Friends and Family&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/areyouclosertoyourfriendsorfamilyquiz/ff-3.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Depending on the situation, you can feel closer to your friends or your family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They each are valuable to you in their own ways, and you couldn't imagine living without either of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your friends and family aren't ideal, but you're happy to have so many great people in your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the end of the day, you're thankful for all your personal connections... flaws and all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogthings.com/areyouclosertoyourfriendsorfamilyquiz/"&gt;Are You Closer to Your Friends or Your Family?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle" bg style="color:#eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; COLOR: blackfont-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your Inner Pop Princess Is Hilary Duff&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whosyourinnerpopprincessquiz/princess.gif" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm shedding&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shedding every color&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trying to find a pigment of truth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beneath my skin"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're sweet and cute, but a little more complex than that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whosyourinnerpopprincessquiz/"&gt;Who's Your Inner Pop Princess?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle" bg style="color:#eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; COLOR: blackfont-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your Personality is Somewhat Rare (ISTP)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/howrareisyourpersonalityquiz/personality.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your personality type is reserved, methodical, spirited, and intense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only about 6% of all people have your personality, including 3% of all women and 8% of all men&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are Introverted, Sensing, Thinking, and Perceiving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/howrareisyourpersonalityquiz/"&gt;How Rare Is Your Personality?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle" bg style="color:#eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; COLOR: blackfont-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You are the Sense of Sight&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whichofthefivesensesareyouquiz/sight.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are a very observant, detail oriented person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are able to take in a lot of information at once.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You often see things that other people never notice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have a good eye for design and aesthetics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You love to be surrounded by beauty - natural or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you imagine how something should look, you see it clearly in your mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whichofthefivesensesareyouquiz/"&gt;Which of the Five Senses Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle" bg style="color:#eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; COLOR: blackfont-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your Dominant Intelligence is Interpersonal Intelligence&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatkindofintelligencedoyouhavequiz/interpersonal.gif" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You shine in your ability to relate to and understand others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good at seeing others' points of view, you get how people think and feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have an uncanny ability to sense true feelings, intentions, and motivations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A natural born leader, you are great at teaching and mediating conflict.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You would make a good counselor, salesperson, politician, or business person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatkindofintelligencedoyouhavequiz/"&gt;What Kind of Intelligence Do You Have?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle" bg style="color:#eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; COLOR: blackfont-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Have A Type A- Personality&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/doyouhaveatypeapersonalityquiz/balanced.gif" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are one of the most balanced people around&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Motivated and focused, you are good at getting what you want&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You rule at success, but success doesn't rule you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When it's playtime, you really know how to kick back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whether it's hanging out with friends or doing something you love!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You live life to the fullest - incorporating the best of both worlds&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/doyouhaveatypeapersonalityquiz/"&gt;Do You Have a Type A Personality?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle" bg style="color:#eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; COLOR: blackfont-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are a Salty Person&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/areyousweetorsaltyquiz/salty.png" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When it comes to snacks, you're more likely to grab a bag of chips over a bag of cookies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a good chance you're male (men prefer salty snacks)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or at least, you feel very comfortable in male dominated environments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your taste tends to be complex, sophisticated, and adult.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You tend to crave your favorite restaurant meal... or mom's cooking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/areyousweetorsaltyquiz/"&gt;Are You Sweet or Salty?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle" bg style="color:#eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; COLOR: blackfont-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are a Great Student&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/areyouagoodstudentquiz/student-1.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You aren't afraid to crack the books when you need to, and you make your education a true priority.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You could become a PhD in anything, if you set your mind to it. There's no limit to what you can learn!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/areyouagoodstudentquiz/"&gt;Are You a Good Student?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle" bg style="color:#eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; COLOR: blackfont-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are a Good Friend Because You're Fun&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatmakesyouagoodfriendquiz/fun.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are energetic, amusing, and always up for a good time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Optimistic and genuinely happy, you help people see the sunny side of life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you're always up for a party... no matter how big or small.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're usually the first one to celebrate a friend's success.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone who's interesting or fun is welcome in you circle of friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're not the type of person to exclude or make fun of someone who's a little different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your friends need you most when: They're down or depressed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You really can't be friends with: Anyone who's stuck up or chronically unhappy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your friendship quote: "It is one of the blessings of old friends that you can afford to be stupid with them."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatmakesyouagoodfriendquiz/"&gt;What Makes You a Good Friend?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle" bg style="color:#eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; COLOR: blackfont-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are a Dreaming Soul&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatkindofsoulareyouquiz/dreaming-soul.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your vivid emotions and imagination takes you away from this world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So much so that you tend to live in your head most of the time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have great dreams and ambitions that could be the envy of all...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But for you, following through with your dreams is a bit difficult&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are charming, endearing, and people tend to love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forgiving and tolerant, you see the world through rose colored glasses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Underneath it all, you have a ton of passion that you hide from others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Always hopeful, you tend to expect positive outcomes in your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Souls you are most compatible with: Newborn Soul, Prophet Soul, and Traveler Soul&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatkindofsoulareyouquiz/"&gt;What Kind of Soul Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tonight, i feel free.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8725296013761816742-1630258105496969577?l=da-bombdiggity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://da-bombdiggity.blogspot.com/feeds/1630258105496969577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8725296013761816742&amp;postID=1630258105496969577' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8725296013761816742/posts/default/1630258105496969577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8725296013761816742/posts/default/1630258105496969577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://da-bombdiggity.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-feel-free.html' title='I feel free'/><author><name>The OC Potato!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00277699115644047194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8iyGq-9jECU/SbvGw9ZaRXI/AAAAAAAAABY/3Lya-44kzWw/S220/Image087.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8725296013761816742.post-5154683371865089736</id><published>2008-08-31T18:55:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-31T19:03:26.038-07:00</updated><title type='text'>None but Jesus</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I love WEB, from the bottom of my heart &amp;amp; with everything I am. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;First svc at woodlands was cool. The music, the people, God. The floor was shaking. The stage was shaking. I loved dancing. Jumping off the platform was the BEST part. i'm so proud of the dancers, each and everyone of them. ♥ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8iyGq-9jECU/SLtND132bbI/AAAAAAAAAA0/T7fA28EWio4/s1600-h/DSC00077.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240867319771983282" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8iyGq-9jECU/SLtND132bbI/AAAAAAAAAA0/T7fA28EWio4/s320/DSC00077.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;oh lala we look cool. to think, at the first rehearsal we had, i though roth was from NUS and that amanda was 20. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;FUNNY FUNNY! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;anyway. better go. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;☺&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8725296013761816742-5154683371865089736?l=da-bombdiggity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://da-bombdiggity.blogspot.com/feeds/5154683371865089736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8725296013761816742&amp;postID=5154683371865089736' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8725296013761816742/posts/default/5154683371865089736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8725296013761816742/posts/default/5154683371865089736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://da-bombdiggity.blogspot.com/2008/08/none-but-jesus.html' title='None but Jesus'/><author><name>The OC Potato!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00277699115644047194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8iyGq-9jECU/SbvGw9ZaRXI/AAAAAAAAABY/3Lya-44kzWw/S220/Image087.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8iyGq-9jECU/SLtND132bbI/AAAAAAAAAA0/T7fA28EWio4/s72-c/DSC00077.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8725296013761816742.post-8318101370793349221</id><published>2008-08-29T17:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-29T17:56:48.936-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Anger</title><content type='html'>Its really hot today. The house is packed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I am angry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8725296013761816742-8318101370793349221?l=da-bombdiggity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://da-bombdiggity.blogspot.com/feeds/8318101370793349221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8725296013761816742&amp;postID=8318101370793349221' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8725296013761816742/posts/default/8318101370793349221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8725296013761816742/posts/default/8318101370793349221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://da-bombdiggity.blogspot.com/2008/08/anger.html' title='Anger'/><author><name>The OC Potato!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00277699115644047194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8iyGq-9jECU/SbvGw9ZaRXI/AAAAAAAAABY/3Lya-44kzWw/S220/Image087.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8725296013761816742.post-79873635897926980</id><published>2008-08-28T22:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-28T22:29:45.673-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Black Attack</title><content type='html'>Well. Today we had our aces day dance. I don't believe 1A placed. But yup, I pretty happy BUT. I still think we could have done much better. Anyhow, well done to everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm starting my study boot camp today. No computer/television.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just books, sleep, food, showers and walks. I'm looking forward to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna do it. Yup. I will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TRANSFER,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;TRANSFER,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;TRANSFER!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;And straight A1s too (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;♥eunice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;I WILL SURVIVE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8725296013761816742-79873635897926980?l=da-bombdiggity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://da-bombdiggity.blogspot.com/feeds/79873635897926980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8725296013761816742&amp;postID=79873635897926980' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8725296013761816742/posts/default/79873635897926980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8725296013761816742/posts/default/79873635897926980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://da-bombdiggity.blogspot.com/2008/08/black-attack.html' title='Black Attack'/><author><name>The OC Potato!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00277699115644047194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8iyGq-9jECU/SbvGw9ZaRXI/AAAAAAAAABY/3Lya-44kzWw/S220/Image087.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8725296013761816742.post-8822168269279388432</id><published>2008-08-28T01:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-28T01:50:42.972-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dash</title><content type='html'>they've brought forward the date of EOY. only now they tell us. it was supposed to start on the 26th. Now its starting on the 19th. and they keep telling us to study in the sept holidays. but they give us so much homework, its no longer a holiday. we won't even have time to study much bloody hell. i have to go to school from 8-4 on tuesday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thats shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can't believe how much my grades have deproved. my card doesnt shine anymore. this was supposed to be my term. it was supposed to SHINE and GLEAM and scream HARDWORK. i'll tell you what is screams. sloth. so what, 5 A1s don't mean anything to me. yes, its a good place to be. but its not fabulous. i had 6 A1s in term 1. i wn't be able to stomach getting worse marks for eoys. i better get 6. or better yet, straight A1s. i didn't make any tops. no even for english. not even for lit. not even for history.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is unacceptable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as what emmeline said just now, when mr chong was announcing the top in his subj.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"EUNICE, BUCK UPPPPP!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess its time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8725296013761816742-8822168269279388432?l=da-bombdiggity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://da-bombdiggity.blogspot.com/feeds/8822168269279388432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8725296013761816742&amp;postID=8822168269279388432' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8725296013761816742/posts/default/8822168269279388432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8725296013761816742/posts/default/8822168269279388432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://da-bombdiggity.blogspot.com/2008/08/dash.html' title='Dash'/><author><name>The OC Potato!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00277699115644047194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8iyGq-9jECU/SbvGw9ZaRXI/AAAAAAAAABY/3Lya-44kzWw/S220/Image087.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8725296013761816742.post-7216100467066134540</id><published>2008-08-27T03:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-27T03:47:28.563-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Run</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I'm tired,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I tried. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I'm running,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;And out of breath. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I sink,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I've forgotten how to swim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Everything's been such a ride. I didn't enjoy it. Here, I'll air my views openly. Since you don't respect me, I shan't respect you either. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Have you said enough about me you stupid pig? First, you say my play is boring and stupid. Well, then I guess stupidity gets the best marks in class then. What right do you think you have to critisize my work? Let me think... NONE?! Do you realize thats its only because of me and my hardwork that go you 22/23? I should have told mrs dass that you dont deserve such high marks right. thats only a mark below me and i put in so much more effort and heart into this. next is the dance. part a is gay part b is shit. oh correction, my whole dance is shit right. you know, you have absolutely no right to critisize me. you should be glad i choreographed something for you. maybe i should have just let the class slip and fail in the aces day dance whatever. you know wh? because i dont care anymore. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Next, you, you, you and you. you dare swear at me? show me your finger again. see what'll happen to you. i'll make sure that something bad comes your way. i never want to hear your voice again. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and now you. you claim to be my best friend? YA FOR ONE PATHETIC AND FRICKIN WEEK. you say you will make enemies if you have to right? guess who your newest one is. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i hate this. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;mr chong says jumping off a building's a crime punishable by law, so if you jump better make sure you die. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;wow, what a thought. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8725296013761816742-7216100467066134540?l=da-bombdiggity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://da-bombdiggity.blogspot.com/feeds/7216100467066134540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8725296013761816742&amp;postID=7216100467066134540' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8725296013761816742/posts/default/7216100467066134540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8725296013761816742/posts/default/7216100467066134540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://da-bombdiggity.blogspot.com/2008/08/run.html' title='Run'/><author><name>The OC Potato!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00277699115644047194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8iyGq-9jECU/SbvGw9ZaRXI/AAAAAAAAABY/3Lya-44kzWw/S220/Image087.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8725296013761816742.post-4168279944463121135</id><published>2008-08-20T04:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T05:01:26.196-07:00</updated><title type='text'>First Class</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;"When you join a CCA, you join for life. You do not quit a CCA, the CCA quits you!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My goodness, First Class ytd was hilarious. But. Film &amp;amp; Media studies is B-O-R-I-N-G. Performance Assessment was coolios.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what I'm doing. Like right now. I'm supposed to be studying, bloody hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It feels like a part of me is missing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eee, super bad mood now. I'm tempted to just go to sleep. But my fried rice is on its way up. Quickly(hopefully). I spent like 1 and a half hours on the bus today to Seth and home from Seth EVEN THOUGH DADDY HAS THE CAR ALDY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daddy doesnt turn on the air con nowdays, he winds down the windows and lets the wind blow blow blow! I likeee. I can stick my head out the entire window on the way to school early in the morning. (: heeeee, that makes me very very happyyy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dance rehearsal after school went horribly wrong. Must have had at least half the class staying back but only about 8 was focoused enough to learn the steps I came up with last night while I was supposed to be watching Calefare. However its spelt. And then I got super pissed at Hon Wen I did something really terrible. I can't believe I did that. I must have held it there for like 10 seconds. And the most disturbing thing is &lt;strong&gt;I didn't give it a second thought&lt;/strong&gt;. There's absolutely no excuse for the way I acted, but something/one else triggered it off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't stand being called a chee***. For the love of sleep, that's not my name, that's not my name, that's not my name, THAT'S NOT MY NAME! (Tink Tinks, Thats Not My Name).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sleep. Definately. After completeing my english WS and eating my fried rice which is still  not here, BTW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥you Seth, get well soon!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8725296013761816742-4168279944463121135?l=da-bombdiggity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://da-bombdiggity.blogspot.com/feeds/4168279944463121135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8725296013761816742&amp;postID=4168279944463121135' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8725296013761816742/posts/default/4168279944463121135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8725296013761816742/posts/default/4168279944463121135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://da-bombdiggity.blogspot.com/2008/08/first-class.html' title='First Class'/><author><name>The OC Potato!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00277699115644047194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8iyGq-9jECU/SbvGw9ZaRXI/AAAAAAAAABY/3Lya-44kzWw/S220/Image087.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8725296013761816742.post-145061551472350800</id><published>2008-08-19T02:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T02:55:07.496-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Encore</title><content type='html'>You know, i've been reading lots of SKS books lately. there's this series which is fabulous. becoming beka. and in that book, beka's dad's getting remarried, and she isnt happy so he talks to her and says something about love that doesnt replace, but rather one that grows. i think its time my love grew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can't believe how clueless i've been. i can't believe how selfcentred i;ve been.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;grow, love, grow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8725296013761816742-145061551472350800?l=da-bombdiggity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://da-bombdiggity.blogspot.com/feeds/145061551472350800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8725296013761816742&amp;postID=145061551472350800' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8725296013761816742/posts/default/145061551472350800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8725296013761816742/posts/default/145061551472350800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://da-bombdiggity.blogspot.com/2008/08/encore.html' title='The Encore'/><author><name>The OC Potato!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00277699115644047194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8iyGq-9jECU/SbvGw9ZaRXI/AAAAAAAAABY/3Lya-44kzWw/S220/Image087.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8725296013761816742.post-2883787476420533467</id><published>2008-08-18T02:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-18T02:39:11.308-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Love of my life</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8iyGq-9jECU/SKk_BD4TJNI/AAAAAAAAAAs/NXlWrwQlf5Y/s1600-h/Image032_edited.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235785329248773330" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8iyGq-9jECU/SKk_BD4TJNI/AAAAAAAAAAs/NXlWrwQlf5Y/s320/Image032_edited.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;dear seth get well soon. poor baby you, going through so much pain. love you truckloads and truckkloads. it was nice seeing you smile and hearing you laugh today. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;went straight from school to visit seth just now after having subway. i'm never having BBQ sauce on my sandwich ever ever again. yuck. yuck yuck yuck. anyway the reason why i havent been posting much lately is because i havent really had much time. with seth's hospitalization and school and church commitments, &lt;em&gt;its been &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;tough&lt;/em&gt;. but i don't regret getting involved in the anniversary dinner dance, its such a wonderful experience. i had a good day yesterday, even though rehearsals went on for 6 hours. cos i had to teach sarah and ezra the moves. the new woodlands stage is humongous. and KAIROS has its own supporters. ah well dance is theraputic. ( :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;i've been thinking about serving the JDs recently. i admit, when i was asked to join, i did give the decision a fair bit of thought and that it was uncle cedric who initiated it. i used to have this really great sense of joy and all serving them preteens, but now, &lt;em&gt;its all different&lt;/em&gt;. its like i don't feel i can do much anymore. but like hwo am i to say that right God doesnt even need me to complete His work. but its to be blessed and yes, i have been. i don't regret joining, but somehow i feel that my time there is... "up". &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;and EOYs! they're fast approaching. i still rmb last year while preparing for PSLE daddy told me to quit WT. ah, the good times. i dont know what to do anymore. but i know i'm going to study like there's no tmr. mummy and daddy usually spend the night at the hospital nowadays anyway so i'm free to mug. did i mention, i spent 2 weeks studying for 2 chapters of chinese and i only got 69%. and i spent 8 hours working on my history, and i only got 88%. so what, the papers are tough, BUT I AM TOUGHER. i'm supposed to be, anyway. school's getting hard to bear these days. its like, i wake up at 5.30AM to come to school only to have my time wasted by teachers and my classmates? i mean, i finished an entire 200+ page novel today and i think thats saying something. i don't think i even want to transfer out to an AG/A school. i don't think i even want to complete the school year. i mean, its like what, 6/7 hours a day? i could be doing so much more studying and learning by myself. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;anyway. i better buck up. even though i hope that i'll be able to start homeschooling before the end of this year, i shoul dbe studying now. so. i think i'll go on a tv/computer fast. i mean i could be doing so much more when i'm not watching HM/WoWP/TSLoZ&amp;amp;C. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;so &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;adios (for a long time) amigos &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&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/8725296013761816742-2883787476420533467?l=da-bombdiggity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://da-bombdiggity.blogspot.com/feeds/2883787476420533467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8iyGq-9jECU/SbvGw9ZaRXI/AAAAAAAAABY/3Lya-44kzWw/S220/Image087.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8725296013761816742.post-1229911055420572270</id><published>2008-08-10T19:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-10T20:00:41.817-07:00</updated><title type='text'>darling seth,</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8iyGq-9jECU/SJ-pczOr11I/AAAAAAAAAAk/aaoG-Gp6UVQ/s1600-h/DSC00002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233087604281038674" style="WIDTH: 251px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 275px" height="214" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8iyGq-9jECU/SJ-pczOr11I/AAAAAAAAAAk/aaoG-Gp6UVQ/s320/DSC00002.JPG" width="224" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i miss your smile and screams/screeches of joy. you look so sick and grouchy and i wanna see you smile again! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;♥ you&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;on a lighter note being 14 ROCKS. hah, it feels goooood. smth i can't believe is GIFF FORGOT MY BIRTHDAY WHAT THE HELLLLL. hahahaha. i had sucha a fabulous weekend. i cant believe its ending! aw... anyway i'm gna look for my wallet today! i saw some at animal ytd, didnt like it very much, forgettable. i bought some dvds ytd and it figures lah my dvd player crashed and my com's being retarded. maybe i'll go over to ahma;s early to watch it there later on. dinner tonight bet it'll be yum yum! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8725296013761816742-1229911055420572270?l=da-bombdiggity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8iyGq-9jECU/SbvGw9ZaRXI/AAAAAAAAABY/3Lya-44kzWw/S220/Image087.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8iyGq-9jECU/SJ-pczOr11I/AAAAAAAAAAk/aaoG-Gp6UVQ/s72-c/DSC00002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8725296013761816742.post-7701289506696014467</id><published>2008-08-10T05:24:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-10T05:24:40.675-07:00</updated><title type='text'>birthday holiday</title><content type='html'>its awesome being 14.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had this really strange dream last night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8725296013761816742-7701289506696014467?l=da-bombdiggity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8iyGq-9jECU/SbvGw9ZaRXI/AAAAAAAAABY/3Lya-44kzWw/S220/Image087.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8725296013761816742.post-9052874032635199489</id><published>2008-08-07T05:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-07T05:37:29.928-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i'll be there for you</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;my sister's friend's almost-boyfriend's hot friend's younger brother.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today was hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love the rubicks cube! i'm gna get m&amp;amp;d to get me one tmr. so tmr, school till 10, lunch with mummy and daddy, shopping, orthodontist, shopping, tuition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;things to buy tmr&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-RUBICKS CUBE&lt;br /&gt;-a dvd(still undecided hahaha. hairspray/hsm2. i vote hairspray.)&lt;br /&gt;-books from SKS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah tmr's gna be a good day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img 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Potato!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00277699115644047194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8iyGq-9jECU/SbvGw9ZaRXI/AAAAAAAAABY/3Lya-44kzWw/S220/Image087.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8725296013761816742.post-6832376958412835999</id><published>2008-08-06T00:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-06T00:43:00.644-07:00</updated><title type='text'>joyous celebration</title><content type='html'>indeed, God is faithful even when His people aren't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've had many chances to think about why this week has been so wonderful thus far. and by the way, its because the same &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;power&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; &lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt; lives in me. and i think that calls for a celebration, don't you? (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i turn 14 in 3 days. today when i look back, i don't see emptiness. i see God's faithfulness and love like, all poured out, and His plan, very clearly. God's taken care of me, and even though i might not like the sticky situations i find myself in sometimes, i still know He's got my best interests at heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;better get to work&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cya(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥ &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;lives in me, lives in me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8725296013761816742-6832376958412835999?l=da-bombdiggity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://da-bombdiggity.blogspot.com/feeds/6832376958412835999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8725296013761816742&amp;postID=6832376958412835999' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8725296013761816742/posts/default/6832376958412835999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8725296013761816742/posts/default/6832376958412835999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://da-bombdiggity.blogspot.com/2008/08/joyous-celebration.html' title='joyous celebration'/><author><name>The OC Potato!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00277699115644047194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8iyGq-9jECU/SbvGw9ZaRXI/AAAAAAAAABY/3Lya-44kzWw/S220/Image087.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8725296013761816742.post-3746454608564526256</id><published>2008-08-05T04:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T05:02:03.045-07:00</updated><title type='text'>get a clue</title><content type='html'>argh. i spent 6 and a half hours yesterday studying the history of SEA and China for today's test, and i found out this morn in the parade sq that it was 15m on SEA/China and 10m on inference. WHAT THE HELL OKAY. inference sucks. i probably won't get good grades for this test, even when i spent 6 and a half hours working on it, and even though i memorised all the dates, and even though i can very well quote the textbook word for word, just because of INFERENCE. anyhow i slept late last night. like. 11. cos daddy/mummy insisted i go to sleep. all i got done was my history and portfolio cover. semester 1 was so much more easier than sem2. luckily i didn't get kicked out of the syf play today. cast a rocks (: but ms khoo has a very strong feeling that its not finalized, so yeah. its like, whatever we do in school, &lt;em&gt;we just keep getting further behind&lt;/em&gt;. its so depressing, i dont even want to work now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm turning 14 in 4 days' time. what's depressing is that  in the past year, i've achieved nothing but satisfying grades. is that what life's about, really? like looking back, all i remember is emptiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like, really empty.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8725296013761816742-3746454608564526256?l=da-bombdiggity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://da-bombdiggity.blogspot.com/feeds/3746454608564526256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8725296013761816742&amp;postID=3746454608564526256' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8725296013761816742/posts/default/3746454608564526256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8725296013761816742/posts/default/3746454608564526256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://da-bombdiggity.blogspot.com/2008/08/get-clue.html' title='get a clue'/><author><name>The OC Potato!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00277699115644047194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8iyGq-9jECU/SbvGw9ZaRXI/AAAAAAAAABY/3Lya-44kzWw/S220/Image087.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8725296013761816742.post-4907410068682572409</id><published>2008-08-03T05:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-03T05:40:10.816-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sundays</title><content type='html'>work that needed to be done this weekend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;strong&gt;5 shape borrowing pictures of buildings with&lt;/strong&gt; (hopeless)&lt;br /&gt;2. mindmap on ways to hold things with pictures&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;strong&gt;PREPARE PORTFOLIO &lt;/strong&gt;(not printed GR)&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;strong&gt;JW math TB pg63 onwardQ11-15. buy graph paper in foolscap &lt;/strong&gt;(hopeless and "cannot find")&lt;br /&gt;6. &lt;strong&gt;complete history ws in history txtbk &lt;/strong&gt;(cant be bothered)&lt;br /&gt;7. rewrite in a repair shop script&lt;br /&gt;8. cricket ws&lt;br /&gt;9. complete meet the twits vocab ws&lt;br /&gt;10. &lt;strong&gt;study math chapter 9-11 &lt;/strong&gt;(cant be bothered)&lt;br /&gt;11. study history txtbk pg 36-45&lt;br /&gt;12. study chinese chapter 19&amp;amp;20&lt;br /&gt;13. &lt;strong&gt;study syf characters&lt;/strong&gt; (hopeless i'm gna get kicked out OMGOMGOMG!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;argh, super stress please. i dont feel very rested. and thats not a very good thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:\ i don't know what to do now. i'm like super exhausted and zit-faced and EW GROSS OKAY. i'm super pissed off now. i shouldnt have worked so hard this weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dang.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8iyGq-9jECU/SbvGw9ZaRXI/AAAAAAAAABY/3Lya-44kzWw/S220/Image087.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8725296013761816742.post-6517425130595125291</id><published>2008-08-02T07:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-02T07:38:16.120-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Saturdays</title><content type='html'>today was super busy. i overslept till the ridiculous hour of 10.12am. bathed packed and stuff then had tuition till 12.30 then took a cab to the woodlands church. had rehearsals then took cab with viola to bpp, bought portfolio file, bussed to church bought lunch too. then wen tto brown benches to study till 6.30. went to greenridge got food then back to church to study somemore and svc with cass sophie and gina. then dance rehearsal. tzung ern joined dance! fun stuff. hehh. and now i'm tired. so byebye. i'm gna start portfolio-ing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8725296013761816742-6517425130595125291?l=da-bombdiggity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://da-bombdiggity.blogspot.com/feeds/6517425130595125291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8725296013761816742&amp;postID=6517425130595125291' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8725296013761816742/posts/default/6517425130595125291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8725296013761816742/posts/default/6517425130595125291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://da-bombdiggity.blogspot.com/2008/08/saturdays.html' title='Saturdays'/><author><name>The OC Potato!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00277699115644047194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8iyGq-9jECU/SbvGw9ZaRXI/AAAAAAAAABY/3Lya-44kzWw/S220/Image087.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8725296013761816742.post-1684103036057899524</id><published>2008-08-01T07:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-01T08:06:04.012-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fridays</title><content type='html'>today was pretty cool. after i got home, i think i had lunch then bathed then slept till like 5. then got ready to stmargs had dinner, went to st margs, watched the concert, headed to orchard to get some late night(ok, maybe not so late?) yums. then took bus home. tmr i think i'll have to spend my whole morn and aft studying and homeworking. the i'll leave home at like. 5.45. yes i think that'll work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyhow. i need to get my portfolio together. and write the script for my new oddball-y group. sue li, renyu, me, ajmeer, vincent n.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the people i look forward to working with the least. i seriously doubt our play won;t have much chemistry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'd rather work with emmeline, simone and thomas. cos then i wouldnt have to rewrite the script and we'd have perfect chemistry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ayyyerrr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway i'm gna bathe and try to squeeze in some work i think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha cya(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-edit-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;workt o be done this weekend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. 5 shape borrowing pictures of buildings with location&lt;br /&gt;2. mindmap on ways to hold things with pictures&lt;br /&gt;3. PREPARE PORTFOLIO&lt;br /&gt;4. JW math TB pg63 onwardQ11-15&lt;br /&gt;5. buy graph paper in foolscap&lt;br /&gt;6. complete history ws in history txtbk&lt;br /&gt;7. rewrite in a repair shop script&lt;br /&gt;8. cricket ws&lt;br /&gt;9. complete meet the twits vocab ws&lt;br /&gt;10. study math chapter 9-11&lt;br /&gt;11. study history txtbk pg 36-45&lt;br /&gt;12. study chinese chapter 19&amp;amp;20&lt;br /&gt;13. study syf characters&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;x.x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omg.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8725296013761816742-1684103036057899524?l=da-bombdiggity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://da-bombdiggity.blogspot.com/feeds/1684103036057899524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8725296013761816742&amp;postID=1684103036057899524' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8725296013761816742/posts/default/1684103036057899524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8725296013761816742/posts/default/1684103036057899524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://da-bombdiggity.blogspot.com/2008/08/fridays.html' title='Fridays'/><author><name>The OC Potato!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00277699115644047194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8iyGq-9jECU/SbvGw9ZaRXI/AAAAAAAAABY/3Lya-44kzWw/S220/Image087.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8725296013761816742.post-5639694008912375977</id><published>2008-07-31T23:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-31T23:34:19.926-07:00</updated><title type='text'>TGIF</title><content type='html'>thank God its friday. i'm ready to pass out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm gna do math tuition homework. then go get ice cream! its super hot okay. w to the l. then i think i wanna sleep or smth like that then go for the st margs concert thingo tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eee i'm so sleepy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8725296013761816742-5639694008912375977?l=da-bombdiggity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://da-bombdiggity.blogspot.com/feeds/5639694008912375977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8725296013761816742&amp;postID=5639694008912375977' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8725296013761816742/posts/default/5639694008912375977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8725296013761816742/posts/default/5639694008912375977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://da-bombdiggity.blogspot.com/2008/07/tgif.html' title='TGIF'/><author><name>The OC Potato!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00277699115644047194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8iyGq-9jECU/SbvGw9ZaRXI/AAAAAAAAABY/3Lya-44kzWw/S220/Image087.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8725296013761816742.post-7898818686508262773</id><published>2008-07-31T07:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-31T07:45:33.536-07:00</updated><title type='text'>tired, very, very, very tired</title><content type='html'>oh my goodness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've been up to nonsense. i woke up at midnight, and evantually fell asleep again, then woke up at 4.30 in the morn again. reached school at 6.15, and that was the time janice woke up this morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm being so frickin retarded lah. stress, i bet. we havent gotten back our previous test paper yet! that was the 2nd test, 1B's going on to their 4th! what the hell okay, 1A is falling way behind. well, at least i understand chemistry(a first). acids and alkalis. anyhow. had school, was so tired, nearly fainted during english rehearsals(it was so hot, we couldnt switch on the fans, the boys were pissing me off, my voice was being stupid, i was so exhausted), then stoned through chinese rehearsals. heard what the ncc dude told his cadets thought, super funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'you better sing this loudly ah, or else i'll squeeze your balls.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'yes senior!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG, LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway. after school, went to tiona bahru to take accompany hannah while she took pictures of contours. reahced home at around 8. had dinner, watched friends, started working on my group's script. finished it, i dont like the ending. its so cheesyyy. i still have math tuition work to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahhh i'm tired. i dont want to do that. even if i stay up late, i'll want to watch teevee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(like i'm not already doing so, hahaha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cya(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8725296013761816742-7898818686508262773?l=da-bombdiggity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://da-bombdiggity.blogspot.com/feeds/7898818686508262773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8725296013761816742&amp;postID=7898818686508262773' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8725296013761816742/posts/default/7898818686508262773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8725296013761816742/posts/default/7898818686508262773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://da-bombdiggity.blogspot.com/2008/07/tired-very-very-very-tired.html' title='tired, very, very, very tired'/><author><name>The OC Potato!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00277699115644047194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8iyGq-9jECU/SbvGw9ZaRXI/AAAAAAAAABY/3Lya-44kzWw/S220/Image087.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8725296013761816742.post-452130446319939916</id><published>2008-07-30T04:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-30T04:59:54.608-07:00</updated><title type='text'>school</title><content type='html'>i've been reaching home at 7 for the past few days. i've been taking 145 home and walking the ridiculous 1.5 km to my house. and i've been enjoying it. (: today was quite fun. festival of sports. i liked the powder game. dog &amp;amp; bone was funny too. wearing class tee was cool. school was bearable today. i received a really sweet text in the morn, i guess there are some gentlemen out there. unlike that rascal weng choong who has the nerve to say i'm seducing mr aslam. and talking about me in such a way's not enough, he goes on and on and on about mummy and daddy and i was like, WHAT THE HELL okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know what, &lt;strong&gt;BASTARD&lt;/strong&gt;? screw you, you started it by sitting next to me when that WASN'T your seat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm going to read the story about the chinese competition. i'm very much behind time. ugh i dont know why i can't seem to be able to fit everything in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but anyway i'm going to try.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cya(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8725296013761816742-452130446319939916?l=da-bombdiggity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://da-bombdiggity.blogspot.com/feeds/452130446319939916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8725296013761816742&amp;postID=452130446319939916' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8725296013761816742/posts/default/452130446319939916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8725296013761816742/posts/default/452130446319939916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://da-bombdiggity.blogspot.com/2008/07/school.html' title='school'/><author><name>The OC Potato!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00277699115644047194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8iyGq-9jECU/SbvGw9ZaRXI/AAAAAAAAABY/3Lya-44kzWw/S220/Image087.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8725296013761816742.post-1356375555526770836</id><published>2008-07-29T05:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-29T06:02:37.534-07:00</updated><title type='text'>very much of a heartache</title><content type='html'>today was exhausting. i'm getting so tired of saying that. but its true and real. i'm watching friends now, ross is very drunk, its hilarious. hannah montana later on, ahhh thank goodness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lots have been happening recently its so hard to like make it. i'm being beaten in tests. like. upside down inside out and in every single way. i never knew disappointment like this. and the suspense is KILLING me, we havent gotten back out latest history test back yet or math. you know something, i'm not satisfied with a "one of the best". if anyone can be it, it'll be me. i really hate thinking these thoughts, but if thats whats gna keep me going, then thats what i'll do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next matter. friend and i are not talking. and its strange and everything, cos i mean, friend's my FRIEND. but friend doesn't show me respect. not that i think its all about me, after all, i've said how many times, friendship goes 2 ways. but no sincereity in any relationship is sucha turn off. having said that, i'm really thankful to those around me who've given me advice and all. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway hannah montana's on now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"O is for... OH WOW!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cya(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8725296013761816742-1356375555526770836?l=da-bombdiggity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://da-bombdiggity.blogspot.com/feeds/1356375555526770836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8725296013761816742&amp;postID=1356375555526770836' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8725296013761816742/posts/default/1356375555526770836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8725296013761816742/posts/default/1356375555526770836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://da-bombdiggity.blogspot.com/2008/07/very-much-of-heartache.html' title='very much of a heartache'/><author><name>The OC Potato!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00277699115644047194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8iyGq-9jECU/SbvGw9ZaRXI/AAAAAAAAABY/3Lya-44kzWw/S220/Image087.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8725296013761816742.post-4786986284189775189</id><published>2008-07-28T01:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-28T01:43:59.193-07:00</updated><title type='text'>swollen ankles</title><content type='html'>eee i have no idea why but my ankle's swollen again. okay maybe i do know why. i shouldn't have gone for dance on sun. from now on i'm only gna sit and watch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;awwww, but it feels so good to be dancing!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;never mind about that. i'm watching dark knight tonight with mummy! i cannot wait. daddy said cannot watch with ian and giff, but i guess its okay lah at least i get to watch the movie right hahah. i can't wait to see the dark knight's face. i think its rather artistic and beautiful. don't you agree? ( :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://images.google.com.sg/imgres?imgurl=http://www.rotheblog.com/images/movies/d_movies/darkknight_promo2.jpg&amp;amp;imgrefurl=http://newbatmanmovie.net/&amp;amp;h=300&amp;amp;w=400&amp;amp;sz=43&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;start=18&amp;amp;tbnid=eDS4Uae2qc3PHM:&amp;amp;tbnh=93&amp;amp;tbnw=124&amp;amp;prev=/images%3Fq%3Dthe%2Bdark%2Bknight%26gbv%3D2%26hl%3Den"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 277px; CURSOR: hand" height="176" alt="" src="http://images.google.com.sg/imgres?imgurl=http://www.rotheblog.com/images/movies/d_movies/darkknight_promo2.jpg&amp;amp;imgrefurl=http://newbatmanmovie.net/&amp;amp;h=300&amp;amp;w=400&amp;amp;sz=43&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;start=18&amp;amp;tbnid=eDS4Uae2qc3PHM:&amp;amp;tbnh=93&amp;amp;tbnw=124&amp;amp;prev=/images%3Fq%3Dthe%2Bdark%2Bknight%26gbv%3D2%26hl%3Den" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heehee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, cya later alligator!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8725296013761816742-4786986284189775189?l=da-bombdiggity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://da-bombdiggity.blogspot.com/feeds/4786986284189775189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8725296013761816742&amp;postID=4786986284189775189' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8725296013761816742/posts/default/4786986284189775189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8725296013761816742/posts/default/4786986284189775189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://da-bombdiggity.blogspot.com/2008/07/swollen-ankles.html' title='swollen ankles'/><author><name>The OC Potato!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00277699115644047194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8iyGq-9jECU/SbvGw9ZaRXI/AAAAAAAAABY/3Lya-44kzWw/S220/Image087.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8725296013761816742.post-8651238209835060117</id><published>2008-07-27T04:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-27T04:48:02.983-07:00</updated><title type='text'>God, you're amazing</title><content type='html'>Today was such a great day. Dance is really sucha blessing, I'm so glad i didn't decide to like "take a break" or whatever. It feels goooood. Yesterday was a great day too. Saturdays are my favourite day of the week! You know why? HAHA, cos I get to sleep in and watch teevee all day long and go for WEB at night! Perfection. Okay, and do a bit of work. Y'know, I've still go incomplete work to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm watching Wendy Wu now, I was kinda hoping Disney would screen meet the robinsons again today, but they didn't. Oh well. I'm tired, stinky, and i need to work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cya(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8725296013761816742-8651238209835060117?l=da-bombdiggity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://da-bombdiggity.blogspot.com/feeds/8651238209835060117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8725296013761816742&amp;postID=8651238209835060117' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8725296013761816742/posts/default/8651238209835060117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8725296013761816742/posts/default/8651238209835060117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://da-bombdiggity.blogspot.com/2008/07/god-youre-amazing.html' title='God, you&apos;re amazing'/><author><name>The OC Potato!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00277699115644047194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8iyGq-9jECU/SbvGw9ZaRXI/AAAAAAAAABY/3Lya-44kzWw/S220/Image087.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8725296013761816742.post-291108357099010724</id><published>2008-07-25T18:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-25T18:53:36.463-07:00</updated><title type='text'>together we cry</title><content type='html'>i was supposed to wake up at 7.30 this morning. but then i just didn't. i'm supposed to be doing my work now. but then i just can't be assed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;i want to talk, but i just don't have the right words to say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8725296013761816742-291108357099010724?l=da-bombdiggity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://da-bombdiggity.blogspot.com/feeds/291108357099010724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8725296013761816742&amp;postID=291108357099010724' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8725296013761816742/posts/default/291108357099010724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8725296013761816742/posts/default/291108357099010724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://da-bombdiggity.blogspot.com/2008/07/together-we-cry.html' title='together we cry'/><author><name>The OC Potato!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00277699115644047194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8iyGq-9jECU/SbvGw9ZaRXI/AAAAAAAAABY/3Lya-44kzWw/S220/Image087.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8725296013761816742.post-365429630964961791</id><published>2008-07-25T03:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-25T03:40:16.294-07:00</updated><title type='text'>intensify II</title><content type='html'>7 Things&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I probably shouldn't say this &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;But at times I get so scared &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;When I think about the previous &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Relationship we shared &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;It was awesome, but we lost it &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;It's not possible for me not to care &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;And now we're standing in the rain &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;And nothing's ever gonna change until you hear &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;My dear &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;The seven things I hate about you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;The seven things I hate about you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Oh, you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;You're vain &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Your games &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;You're insecure &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;You love me, you like her &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;You made me laugh, you made me cry, but I don't know which side to buy &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Your friends, they're jerks, and when you act like them, just know it hurts &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I wanna be &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;With the one I know &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;And the seventh thing I hate the most that you do &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;You make me love you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;It's awkward, it's silent &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;As I wait for you to say &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;What I need to hear now &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Your sincere apology &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;When you mean it, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I'll believe it &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;If you text it &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I'll delete it &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Let's be clear &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Oh, I'm not coming back &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;You're taking seven steps here &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Compared to all the great things &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;That would take too long to write I probably should mention &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;The seven that I like &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;The seven things &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I like about you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Your hair &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Your eyes &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Your old Levi's &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;When we kiss, I'm hypnotized &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;You made me laugh, you made me cry, but I guess that's both that I'll have to buy &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Your hand in mine when we're intertwined, everything's alright &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I wanna be with the one I know &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;And the seventh thing I like the most that you do &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;You make me love you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/PKNp6ewAXIE&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/PKNp6ewAXIE&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahh, who needs boys anyway?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8725296013761816742-365429630964961791?l=da-bombdiggity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://da-bombdiggity.blogspot.com/feeds/365429630964961791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8725296013761816742&amp;postID=365429630964961791' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8725296013761816742/posts/default/365429630964961791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8725296013761816742/posts/default/365429630964961791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://da-bombdiggity.blogspot.com/2008/07/intensify-ii.html' title='intensify II'/><author><name>The OC Potato!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00277699115644047194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8iyGq-9jECU/SbvGw9ZaRXI/AAAAAAAAABY/3Lya-44kzWw/S220/Image087.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8725296013761816742.post-3909151796559271910</id><published>2008-07-25T02:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-25T03:11:11.481-07:00</updated><title type='text'>intensify</title><content type='html'>this week's been crazy. why, i really don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, but maybe i do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;monday, tuesday, wednesday, thurday, and friday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but you know something? a little something fell into the palms of my hands. yesterday, i think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;purity reigns&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now, i really don't know where to go or what to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;study, revise, do, call, text, practise, relax, drink honey, rehearse, memorise, sleep, eat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;"Even youths will become exhausted, and young men will give up. But those who wait on the Lord will find new strength. They will fly high on wings like eagles. They will run and not grow weary. They will walk and not faint."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isaiah 41:30-31&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;a little something fell into the palms of my hands the other day...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8725296013761816742-3909151796559271910?l=da-bombdiggity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://da-bombdiggity.blogspot.com/feeds/3909151796559271910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8725296013761816742&amp;postID=3909151796559271910' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8725296013761816742/posts/default/3909151796559271910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8725296013761816742/posts/default/3909151796559271910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://da-bombdiggity.blogspot.com/2008/07/intensify.html' title='intensify'/><author><name>The OC Potato!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00277699115644047194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8iyGq-9jECU/SbvGw9ZaRXI/AAAAAAAAABY/3Lya-44kzWw/S220/Image087.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8725296013761816742.post-9109939807192365894</id><published>2008-07-23T05:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-23T05:15:39.992-07:00</updated><title type='text'>all hail kellock!</title><content type='html'>oh-my-goodness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont even know why today was so intense. maybe its because of sucha a shift in schedule. can you belive i only started studying today at 5? for a non staying back day that's REALLLY late. like. 1 and a half hours too late. why? cos i took a nap and i couldnt be assed to wake up at 4. i had subway for lunch. i love the one at tiong bahru, they give so much vegetables the sandwich is exploding. and practically dripping with sauce. that parts isnt nice though. and when i ask for extta cheese, they give me 4 slices plus extra bits!!! anyway. i completed 2 hours of history just now. and i saw mdm tan on the train!!!! that rocks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;FULL MARKS, BABY, PS SUCKS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha i can't wait for tmr;s test. anyhow, i got really upset ytd then i couldnt sleep so i watched the suite life of Z&amp;amp;C and then mummy and daddy came back. &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;♥ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;i swear my tears could've filled an entire bucket. talk to ms khoo, quit first cast? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;argh. anyway. i should get back to the books.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8725296013761816742-9109939807192365894?l=da-bombdiggity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://da-bombdiggity.blogspot.com/feeds/9109939807192365894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8725296013761816742&amp;postID=9109939807192365894' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8725296013761816742/posts/default/9109939807192365894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8725296013761816742/posts/default/9109939807192365894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://da-bombdiggity.blogspot.com/2008/07/all-hail-kellock.html' title='all hail kellock!'/><author><name>The OC Potato!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00277699115644047194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8iyGq-9jECU/SbvGw9ZaRXI/AAAAAAAAABY/3Lya-44kzWw/S220/Image087.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8725296013761816742.post-4928795815246653402</id><published>2008-07-22T04:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-22T04:35:30.756-07:00</updated><title type='text'>WHAT?</title><content type='html'>low discipline? trouble? GIVE YOU?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bad person? attitude? ARROGANT?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;disappointment? let down? PRINCESS?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not encouraging? not doing dj? APATHETIC?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hello world listen up. i'm not a bad person so stop treating me like one. hwy do you talk to me like that. it wasnt just term 1, i'm still a very hardworker and i DO care. why dont you see it. first in school; mdm tham, mrs dass, cheam, ms lim, everyone, then at web, and now drama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know i used to love tueday drama group. it was so much fun and relaxing and fulfilling. now, everythings changed by this dude who is just plain arrogant. i dont care who he is, he may be an intern in hollywood for all i care. i hate it. now everything's so pressurising and structure like and all, it didnt use to be that way. arrogant dude, i dont care who you are, really. dont talk to me like that, never talk to anyone like that. we didnt do anything to offend you. so what if this drama club's discipline is low? GET USED TO IT! not that i encourage it, but its your first day here. you havent even seen the good points of out drama club. and nothing nice to say, then DONT SAY. i dont look forward to working with you. i'll drop out of first cast even. i'll be a dancer for syf. but oh no. you're already EVERYWHERE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goodness this is so hectic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we need an end to this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8725296013761816742-4928795815246653402?l=da-bombdiggity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://da-bombdiggity.blogspot.com/feeds/4928795815246653402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8725296013761816742&amp;postID=4928795815246653402' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8725296013761816742/posts/default/4928795815246653402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8725296013761816742/posts/default/4928795815246653402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://da-bombdiggity.blogspot.com/2008/07/what.html' title='WHAT?'/><author><name>The OC Potato!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00277699115644047194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8iyGq-9jECU/SbvGw9ZaRXI/AAAAAAAAABY/3Lya-44kzWw/S220/Image087.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8725296013761816742.post-6037091864017984350</id><published>2008-07-21T01:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-21T01:59:22.270-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i shall take a few minutes to pen(or should i say type) out what today has been.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first, racial harmony celebrations. there wasn't any real wedding. cheat people's feelings. aaah. anyway it was quite funny, despite being squashed between some idiots from mars and marilyn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then recess, which was a mood spoiler. stupid normal martians, ruin my long lovely recess. went to the library, went back to class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then history and chinese and math. weng choong was being such an asshole. he changed his seat, and it was right in front of me and of course he couldnt stop talking, and i was like, can you shut up? then he was like no. so i went MR ASLAM! weng choong is disturbing me. and then the class had to go oooooo! and then i said he keeps talking. so he moved back to his seat and proceeded to do very bad imitations of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've only a word for you, listen well and hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;what&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;ever.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm so lucky i wont be here next year, i've already made my top 8 choices of where i want to go to, all girls and antonomous, yay i'm excited. who needs to be a prefect when you can be smart &amp;amp; respected for your "upper body strength"(LOL)? anyway, from now onward, i think i better get serious. if i want a chance to transfer out, i'd better be on workathons every single day. nerds are hardworking man, i've never come across a lazy geek. so i'm thinking. saturday work from 9-5. and sunday from 9-2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the only movies i'm gna watch from now till EOYs end are dark knight &amp;amp; prom night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ooh you know what. this feels good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bring on them migranes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: I LOST MY BADGER HEADACHE RELIEVER!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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Potato!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00277699115644047194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8iyGq-9jECU/SbvGw9ZaRXI/AAAAAAAAABY/3Lya-44kzWw/S220/Image087.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8725296013761816742.post-6793625134703902738</id><published>2008-07-20T06:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-20T06:37:44.619-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>argh i'm so tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i never knew i could be so full and tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i never knew i could have so much work or worries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;argh i'm so tired.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8725296013761816742-6793625134703902738?l=da-bombdiggity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://da-bombdiggity.blogspot.com/feeds/6793625134703902738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8725296013761816742&amp;postID=6793625134703902738' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8725296013761816742/posts/default/6793625134703902738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8725296013761816742/posts/default/6793625134703902738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://da-bombdiggity.blogspot.com/2008/07/argh-im-so-tired.html' title=''/><author><name>The OC Potato!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00277699115644047194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8iyGq-9jECU/SbvGw9ZaRXI/AAAAAAAAABY/3Lya-44kzWw/S220/Image087.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8725296013761816742.post-7932146132099793162</id><published>2008-07-20T03:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-20T03:25:47.549-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/PQ2_Wy_UxZs&amp;amp;hl=ko&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/PQ2_Wy_UxZs&amp;hl=ko&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i'm sucha busy little bumble bee. gr it sucks having so much to do. art especially i havent even finished my thumbnails!!!!! i think i'll start now and leave shape borrowing dnt shit for later. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;:O&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8725296013761816742-7932146132099793162?l=da-bombdiggity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://da-bombdiggity.blogspot.com/feeds/7932146132099793162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8725296013761816742&amp;postID=7932146132099793162' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8725296013761816742/posts/default/7932146132099793162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8725296013761816742/posts/default/7932146132099793162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://da-bombdiggity.blogspot.com/2008/07/im-sucha-busy-little-bumble-bee.html' title=''/><author><name>The OC Potato!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00277699115644047194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8iyGq-9jECU/SbvGw9ZaRXI/AAAAAAAAABY/3Lya-44kzWw/S220/Image087.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8725296013761816742.post-7466517239750421115</id><published>2008-07-17T23:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-17T23:28:33.728-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/qtjXPXV4Bio&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/qtjXPXV4Bio&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;you gotta scream until theres nothing left&lt;br /&gt;with your last breath,&lt;br /&gt;here i am here i am&lt;br /&gt;make them listen cuz&lt;br /&gt;theres no way you'll&lt;br /&gt;be ignored not anymore&lt;br /&gt;so here i am, here i am,&lt;br /&gt;here i am&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8725296013761816742-7466517239750421115?l=da-bombdiggity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://da-bombdiggity.blogspot.com/feeds/7466517239750421115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8725296013761816742&amp;postID=7466517239750421115' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8725296013761816742/posts/default/7466517239750421115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8725296013761816742/posts/default/7466517239750421115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://da-bombdiggity.blogspot.com/2008/07/you-gotta-scream-until-theres-nothing.html' title=''/><author><name>The OC Potato!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00277699115644047194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8iyGq-9jECU/SbvGw9ZaRXI/AAAAAAAAABY/3Lya-44kzWw/S220/Image087.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8725296013761816742.post-7790117108976947051</id><published>2008-07-17T22:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-18T20:34:00.759-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i saw your eye this morning. i heard you this afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know, i'm not a bad person, really. in actual fact, i DO behave and i DO try. you treat people a certain way so expect that in return. what comes around goes around, baby, i've finally found a use for justin t. why do you judge me so quickly? am i really that shallow? is a slight infraction ONCE in your class all there is to me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;really?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well go ask any other teacher. i've been top notch in every single one of their classes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you bring out the worst in students. and for my tarnished reputation and my warped morals,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;I. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;BLAME. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;YOU.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8725296013761816742-7790117108976947051?l=da-bombdiggity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://da-bombdiggity.blogspot.com/feeds/7790117108976947051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8725296013761816742&amp;postID=7790117108976947051' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8725296013761816742/posts/default/7790117108976947051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8725296013761816742/posts/default/7790117108976947051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://da-bombdiggity.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-saw-your-eye-this-morning.html' title=''/><author><name>The OC Potato!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00277699115644047194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8iyGq-9jECU/SbvGw9ZaRXI/AAAAAAAAABY/3Lya-44kzWw/S220/Image087.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8725296013761816742.post-3754612001424730814</id><published>2008-07-17T05:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-17T06:03:47.452-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>aaayyer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've got so much silly things to do. i think i'll take the weekend to write the prose. 400 words max. how do you rewrite something in prose in less that 400? but i'm better that that stupid PS, who wrote 699. i'll write 300 words less than her and get much higher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i get my glasses and bangs, i'm gna seriosuly be transformed. no nonsense, tight scheduled super organized person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i realized today that i dont like being playful cos it makes me feel really bad about myself. i have no idea why but those days are over. i have better things to think about. like history, lit, phys and ahhh some other sssssssshhh...... stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8725296013761816742-3754612001424730814?l=da-bombdiggity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://da-bombdiggity.blogspot.com/feeds/3754612001424730814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8725296013761816742&amp;postID=3754612001424730814' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8725296013761816742/posts/default/3754612001424730814'/><link rel='self' 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fracture, it'll only show in 10 days' time, bloody hell, so for now, according to daddy, its only a "minor sprain". i dont think so though something doesnt feel right in my foot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;daddy says i have to go back to school tmr. i dont want to but there's rehearsal for syf tmr so what the hell. the muscles and joints in my body feel tight and tired from using them over and over again. its pretty annyoing. and the joint between my thumb and 2nd finger hurts from spraying nick with sarah's bottle. hahha. oh what fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway i better go watch ghost whisperer now. aft that i'm going to bathe and then try to finish my work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cya(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8725296013761816742-5115333290024603545?l=da-bombdiggity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8iyGq-9jECU/SbvGw9ZaRXI/AAAAAAAAABY/3Lya-44kzWw/S220/Image087.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8725296013761816742.post-2552984975105015429</id><published>2008-07-12T19:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-12T19:14:04.197-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>12 JULY. the best day of my life. if ever i write an autobiography of my life, yesterday will take up an entire chapter. meeting ethel and avance party and rushing here rushing there and HUH NICK YUEN IS COMING AS A. PARTY WITH US?! and getting ryan to cross the barrier and brandon to meet the sec2s with tim and drawing the courts which we didnt even use(hahaha) and praying the rain away and BANG BANG watergunning tzung ern and nick, getting drenched 4 times over, playing honey if you love me smile(the best LOL it was hilarious!), frisbee, soccer, captainsball, going to church with all of them, the bus uncle leaving 5 of our sec2s behind, getting to church, spraining my ankle, going to alexander hospital, getting mc for PE(YEAHHH!) and going to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all ina day's work. haha. and now i'm kinda immobile cos my ankle hurts and my foot is spasmy. i think i'll just use the com watch tv and my dvd player and complete my hw? hahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay camp rock calls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;byebye/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8725296013761816742-2552984975105015429?l=da-bombdiggity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://da-bombdiggity.blogspot.com/feeds/2552984975105015429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8725296013761816742&amp;postID=2552984975105015429' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8725296013761816742/posts/default/2552984975105015429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8725296013761816742/posts/default/2552984975105015429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://da-bombdiggity.blogspot.com/2008/07/12-july.html' title=''/><author><name>The OC Potato!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00277699115644047194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8iyGq-9jECU/SbvGw9ZaRXI/AAAAAAAAABY/3Lya-44kzWw/S220/Image087.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8725296013761816742.post-2995080153747679839</id><published>2008-07-10T22:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-10T22:58:22.273-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://youtube.com/watch?v=NWixUIMTjYc"&gt;http://youtube.com/watch?v=NWixUIMTjYc&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bloody freaky firey hell, she can go and die lah. that ridiculous f*tard. she frickin confiscated my CSI book cos i was reading it in her f*tarded class. and i was right behind, the people right in front were using their phones and doing other work she doesn't seem to see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;W THE FRICKIN L F*TARDED F*TARD!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the worst thing is there's like no warning whatsoever. i mean, not officially. like how can like that one, so retarded. i really hope angel's wings put her to shame. she brings out the worst in students. i really really really want to be in the play. i dont care if i don't have sleep for the month of rehearsal that i can commit to, i will be in the play.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;desiree was really upset today, like really weary and sick of the injustice in the school. me too. her form teacher threw her books and everything away on the last day of school cos she didnt come and the things had to be cleared. and that includes like her art folio and dictionaries and like how can he do such a thing? and he threw away her handbook, and today we needed it to record our temperatures, and she obviously didnt have it right, so she had to write 400 lines. that is seriously screwed up. and then after school she tried to talk to him, then he just walked past her going, "don't know, don't know" like he doesnt give a shit. what on earth is going on. and she like skips school sometimes cos she just doesnt want to see her class and everything, and that reminds me of a special somebody i know really well.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stupid school. angel's wings will put it to shame. stupid teachers. angel's wings will put them to shame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GR I'M SO PISSED OFF.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have tuition at 3 i havent bathed or completed my work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8725296013761816742-2995080153747679839?l=da-bombdiggity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://da-bombdiggity.blogspot.com/feeds/2995080153747679839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8725296013761816742&amp;postID=2995080153747679839' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8725296013761816742/posts/default/2995080153747679839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8725296013761816742/posts/default/2995080153747679839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://da-bombdiggity.blogspot.com/2008/07/httpyoutube.html' title=''/><author><name>The OC Potato!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00277699115644047194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8iyGq-9jECU/SbvGw9ZaRXI/AAAAAAAAABY/3Lya-44kzWw/S220/Image087.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8725296013761816742.post-6264710358268390997</id><published>2008-07-10T04:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-10T05:25:56.720-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>things that went well today&lt;br /&gt;1. recess(everyboday one for all.... hehh :P)&lt;br /&gt;2. lunch(yum mums for my tum!)&lt;br /&gt;3. drama("eunice, well done!")&lt;br /&gt;4. CLTG("quest. chinese drama, very very good!")&lt;br /&gt;5. timetable(NO HOMEWORK AT ALL!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;things that went horribly wrong today&lt;br /&gt;1. sherman relations. i really don't get why the silly boy keeps annoying me. GR.&lt;br /&gt;2. history test. if only thomas hadn't been sitting in front of me. bloooody hell, its not like i looove getting people in trouble.&lt;br /&gt;3. science&lt;br /&gt;4. english&lt;br /&gt;5. ???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had a really really good day today. recess was funny the sec3s were dancing in the parade sq during recess, and then there was this belvedre guy and he was doing it so enthu, it looked so hilarious! i kept laughing and laughing and laughing some more till i couldnt bear to stay there, cos this strathmore dude was looking at me and he wasn't smiling at all, so i just went to the 2nd lvl and got lost, then found the right direction and HAHAHA it was so random lah.  lunch was deelish, laksa with tofu and meatballs! and about half of the chips i bought. cos someone very rusely stole them. and then had drama rehearsal. it was so hilarious. we kept tripping over our lines and forgetting cues and once halfway through what i was saying i just suddenly burst out laughing and hahaha thank goodness mr yuen was laughing too. i got quite frustrated and such but then at the end of the day, it was just really fun and tiring. anyhow after that went to the 2nd level to have chi drama rehearsals. CLTG ROCKS. i absolutely adore the teacher. he's like fantastic. today he told us lots of stories and we had a short little line read. but it wasnt a waste of time, no it wasnt. it was fantastic. taked to luojiaqi and walked up and down with the dude, seriously, he gets funnier by the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"why got so many benedict one, they really like to bend the dick ah."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL SO FUNNYYY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now the downsides of my day. first sherman relations. HE KEEPS STEALING MY FOOD WTH! and he wonders why i don't share anything with him. grrr. anyway today i got so pissed off i just put the packet on the table and walked away. and refused to talk to him or be near him till drama rehearsal started. and then history test. we had this question on the 3Cs, i really can laugh my head off, cos vinvent n said cash, car and condo. LOL!! and then. some people were passing notes right under my nose. argh shant elaborate. caladra really pissed me off. if you think i block you, then move to your side, if not speak to mrs dass maybe she'll move you forward. whats your problem aiyoh. science and english, nothing needs to be said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway ending the day with a biggggg bang. i'm watching hsm now. hehh. i etter start planning for my bday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. food&lt;br /&gt;-sketches&lt;br /&gt;-home cooked mac n cheese/pasta&lt;br /&gt;-pizza hut&lt;br /&gt;-ikea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. things to do&lt;br /&gt;-buy HSM2&lt;br /&gt;-buy annual horrible histories 2009(if it hasnt aldy been bought)&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;BUILD A BEAR WORKSHOP&lt;/span&gt;!!! i have to drag giff in LOL.&lt;br /&gt;-go to the beach and collect nice seashells, build sand castles, catch crabs and starfish(:&lt;br /&gt;- cycling at ECP&lt;br /&gt;-watch HSM on ice??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. who&lt;br /&gt;-clarice&lt;br /&gt;-mummy daddy hannah seth mary&lt;br /&gt;-churchies(wg maties!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. when&lt;br /&gt;-7 august&lt;br /&gt;-10 august&lt;br /&gt;-gr it really pisses me off having to always bring forward or push back my birthday celebrations. sometimes being born on a special occasion can be a pain in the you know where.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. how&lt;br /&gt;-$100 from mummy and daddy&lt;br /&gt;-presents from mummy and daddy&lt;br /&gt;-$$$ from relatives(!!!!!!!!!!)&lt;br /&gt;-i think i'll stagger my spending.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha arent you jealousss?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:P&lt;br /&gt;cya(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8725296013761816742-6264710358268390997?l=da-bombdiggity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://da-bombdiggity.blogspot.com/feeds/6264710358268390997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8725296013761816742&amp;postID=6264710358268390997' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8725296013761816742/posts/default/6264710358268390997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8725296013761816742/posts/default/6264710358268390997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://da-bombdiggity.blogspot.com/2008/07/things-that-went-well-today-1.html' title=''/><author><name>The OC Potato!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00277699115644047194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8iyGq-9jECU/SbvGw9ZaRXI/AAAAAAAAABY/3Lya-44kzWw/S220/Image087.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8725296013761816742.post-7124745712748432266</id><published>2008-07-09T01:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-09T02:02:05.424-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i know whats been bugging me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how could you give a false testimony? i mean, if you didnt want to tell us the real attendance, fine, but did you really, really have to lie? 200 people, thats a big jump.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don;t feel like going for WEB anymore. i know we should always look at a person's track record, but then its like. my time is very valuable. don't drag me to church and then have some looooong lecture and then release us at like 9.50. i dont mean to complain and things, but really, was that necessary? :\?? anyway. i'm having problems with adults. very lately, more that usual. ms lim was being quite ironical today. because of majority of the class' behavious last thurs, she decided that our practical lesson wld be cancelled, and so, today, for double chem, we were stuck in class, learning abt solubility, when ms lim said it herself, IT HAD TO BE TAUGHT IN THE LAB! and like, does she want our class to do well is GS or not? i mean mdm tham is lost cause, but at least ms lim should help us pull up our marks right. GR I HATE SCIENCE. BLOODY, FIERY HELL. such a stupid subj. i'm considering going for tuition, but like w the frickin l okay, i ahve better ways of spending my parents' money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(maybe on a fabulous fourteen s. spreeeee?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is H to the O to the ribble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;work to be done by 10.30 tonight&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-sci wb 7.2&lt;br /&gt;-sci ws&lt;br /&gt;-history revision/studying&lt;br /&gt;-in a repair shop(stupid, stupid play!)&lt;br /&gt;-memorise national day script&lt;br /&gt;-mail clar &amp;amp; advance party&lt;br /&gt;-confirm w sophie and jina and giff whether they can come on sat&lt;br /&gt;-freak about the low attendance for the outing&lt;br /&gt;-go walking(I CAN FEEL THE FATS BUILDING WTH OKAY.)&lt;br /&gt;-eat dinner&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eee omg its 5pm now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8725296013761816742-7124745712748432266?l=da-bombdiggity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://da-bombdiggity.blogspot.com/feeds/7124745712748432266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8725296013761816742&amp;postID=7124745712748432266' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8725296013761816742/posts/default/7124745712748432266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8725296013761816742/posts/default/7124745712748432266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://da-bombdiggity.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-know-whats-been-bugging-me.html' title=''/><author><name>The OC Potato!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00277699115644047194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8iyGq-9jECU/SbvGw9ZaRXI/AAAAAAAAABY/3Lya-44kzWw/S220/Image087.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8725296013761816742.post-2119389370904841063</id><published>2008-07-08T06:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-08T06:54:56.287-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>strength to carry on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here i thought today would be a relaxed day. i swear, its always at around 10+ that i get superly stessed. school today was funny enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HW: don't look at me lah, go watch your porn!&lt;br /&gt;E: what i cant hear you?&lt;br /&gt;YC: no dont repeat it&lt;br /&gt;HW: i said, DONT LOOK AT ME, GO WATCH YOUR PORN!&lt;br /&gt;E: what???&lt;br /&gt;YC: dont say it dont say it dont say it&lt;br /&gt;HW: &lt;strong&gt;DONT LOOK AT ME GO WATCH YOUR PORN!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;silly boy. he practically yelled it at the top of his voice across the lab okay, like wtw. so. today. i didnt understand history, felt like sleeping in eng, felt super annoyed during CME, looooved chinese, and got verbally abused in ICT like wtw lah HW. why would i watch porn you sick a/hole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to bugis, had prata, went to national library, my poor ears were ringing with the "L" word and the "C" word. there was this madman there. aiyaiyai. anyway, did my work, it was so quiet, i was afraid to move my statione/ary. haha read for alittle, and i took this quiz, like how stressed are you, the max points is 450, but its really bad if you exceeed 300. and i got 320. HAHA. oops. anyway. tomorrow. i need to understand timelines, in a repair shop(i got 5/17 for the ws wtw!?), memorise my script, my poor neglected script, print and research on e. choy, mail clar n advance party. ARGH, eyebags suck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eee, okay i think i better pack my bag and sleep now. g'night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps: i dont think i'll be able to go for WEB svc on sat. ):&lt;&lt;br /&gt;w/l its so pissing. i hate feeling dumb.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8725296013761816742-2119389370904841063?l=da-bombdiggity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://da-bombdiggity.blogspot.com/feeds/2119389370904841063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8725296013761816742&amp;postID=2119389370904841063' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8725296013761816742/posts/default/2119389370904841063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8725296013761816742/posts/default/2119389370904841063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://da-bombdiggity.blogspot.com/2008/07/strength-to-carry-on-here-i-thought.html' title=''/><author><name>The OC Potato!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00277699115644047194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8iyGq-9jECU/SbvGw9ZaRXI/AAAAAAAAABY/3Lya-44kzWw/S220/Image087.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8725296013761816742.post-2533299332036256991</id><published>2008-07-07T23:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-07T23:18:11.351-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i hate being cooped up in this small, noisy lab. its so gross and disgusting please, I WANT TO SEE THE SUN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway. today was really hilarious. in fact, things just get better. friday till now, BANG BANG AWESOME all the way. well, kinda. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;argh i'm so tired today. thank goodness syf rehearsals are cancelled. i'll get to keep my position for at least on more weeek. what a relief. not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh SYTYCD season 3 is soooo good! like,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"who do you think is in danger tonight?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"none of them on stage. i'd say it's benji!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh wow. anyway i think i'm gna be dismissed real soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cya(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8725296013761816742-2533299332036256991?l=da-bombdiggity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://da-bombdiggity.blogspot.com/feeds/2533299332036256991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8725296013761816742&amp;postID=2533299332036256991' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8725296013761816742/posts/default/2533299332036256991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8725296013761816742/posts/default/2533299332036256991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://da-bombdiggity.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-hate-being-cooped-up-in-this-small.html' title=''/><author><name>The OC Potato!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00277699115644047194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8iyGq-9jECU/SbvGw9ZaRXI/AAAAAAAAABY/3Lya-44kzWw/S220/Image087.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8725296013761816742.post-3725966546134601300</id><published>2008-07-07T03:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-07T04:07:26.275-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>this is the life. i had such a good day today. in fact it was more than that, it was BANG BANG AWESOME! woke up at 9.49, cooked b-fast, arranged some stuff with some people, bathed, bussed to PS, bought tickets. goodness i was really panicking, cos the queue was so long. and giff was right behind me, checking on his phone which seats were taken aldy. LOL. we got good seats. thank God. anyway, afte rthat went down to macs to read, then up to starbucks to meet thaddeus, then went to have lunch with gifford at BK! and then, we found out that jarrell couldnt make it and we were like !!!!! WOE!? tried to call tzung ern, jerome, tim koh, hannah and then IAN! shadow buddy! ah, went to yamaha, times, creative, miss whatever, spotlight, and some other shops. OH AND BARANG BARANG! LOL. okay anyway. i got my lost hournal of indiana jones. did you know that his real name was henry? and that indiana was the name of his doggie? (: yup. i'm so glad ian came along, it was sucha laugh. after the movie, we went down to macs to get some ice cream, and along the way we were being such nuisances, laughing and talking and laughing. it was quite funny. but i apologize to all those whose peaceful afternoon at PS was interrupted cos of us. walked some more, and giff got onto his bus, and then thad and ian wanted to walk me all the way home LOL! but i decided to take the bus, so they just stayed there with me till the bus came. and after that they graciously waved the bus driver and commuters goodbye. what a wonderful day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i still have hist and math to revise. :\ i'm gna watch SYTYCD tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cya(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8725296013761816742-3725966546134601300?l=da-bombdiggity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://da-bombdiggity.blogspot.com/feeds/3725966546134601300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8725296013761816742&amp;postID=3725966546134601300' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8725296013761816742/posts/default/3725966546134601300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8725296013761816742/posts/default/3725966546134601300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://da-bombdiggity.blogspot.com/2008/07/this-is-life.html' title=''/><author><name>The OC Potato!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00277699115644047194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8iyGq-9jECU/SbvGw9ZaRXI/AAAAAAAAABY/3Lya-44kzWw/S220/Image087.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8725296013761816742.post-7878787408770087066</id><published>2008-07-06T03:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-06T03:54:49.136-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>oh today was quite wonderful. woke up at 6.30, went to church, JD room with tim and giff was BEST. then went to G.R to get breakfast yums, then back to church, then did a bit of my work at the YBs at 10, and suddenly from some telepatic powers that giff had he sent me this text, "stop mugging" then i was like, OMG LOL, how did you know? and he passed his migrane to me. : HAHAH. anyhow. had dance, it was cooool. anyway. after that met hannah. that was th eonly downside of my fantasbulous day. it was so peaceful in the morning, th eonly fuss was seth's things. hannah stayedover at christabel's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wanna go out with the sec2s tmrrr! i hope mummy/daddy lets me watch a movie again. (: hehhhh. OH i watched PENELOPE ytd, it was so nice! but i hated the kiss at the end. some kisses are sweet, but this one was just so painful to watch, cos everything was everywhere. HAH. ew. and they did it TWICE. but i still love james mcavoy! his blue eyes are PIERCING and FIERCE! and oh so blue. AND YOU KNOW WHAT ELSEEE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DADDY'S ALLOWING ME TO BUY THE LOST JOURNAL OF INDIANA JONES OMGGGGG!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hope and wish and dream and hope and wish that mummy and daddy will let me go tmrrrr. if they dont i'll just say its unfair how come hannah can always go out with her friends sleep over some more but i cannnnnot. and i'm more responsible than her you knowwwww. we're planning to watch hancock. Hehhhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alrighty bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8725296013761816742-7878787408770087066?l=da-bombdiggity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://da-bombdiggity.blogspot.com/feeds/7878787408770087066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8725296013761816742&amp;postID=7878787408770087066' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8725296013761816742/posts/default/7878787408770087066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8725296013761816742/posts/default/7878787408770087066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://da-bombdiggity.blogspot.com/2008/07/oh-today-was-quite-wonderful.html' title=''/><author><name>The OC Potato!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00277699115644047194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8iyGq-9jECU/SbvGw9ZaRXI/AAAAAAAAABY/3Lya-44kzWw/S220/Image087.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8725296013761816742.post-7027601241748845445</id><published>2008-07-04T19:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-04T19:28:39.845-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>elizabeth choy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hm. how to act as elizabeth choy, who is ladylike, but gobbles kaya toast and talks with her mouth full.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gr. i'm really behind work. i've got to stop playing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;naughty naughty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jlhlkjh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay. bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8725296013761816742-7027601241748845445?l=da-bombdiggity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://da-bombdiggity.blogspot.com/feeds/7027601241748845445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8725296013761816742&amp;postID=7027601241748845445' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8725296013761816742/posts/default/7027601241748845445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8725296013761816742/posts/default/7027601241748845445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://da-bombdiggity.blogspot.com/2008/07/elizabeth-choy.html' title=''/><author><name>The OC Potato!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00277699115644047194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8iyGq-9jECU/SbvGw9ZaRXI/AAAAAAAAABY/3Lya-44kzWw/S220/Image087.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8725296013761816742.post-5895212097242653144</id><published>2008-07-04T01:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-04T02:01:37.726-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>the day eunice nearly got detention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh wow. how wonderful. luckily i didn't. hehh. mdm tham can :* MA! physics sucked. beyond all suckage. seriously. actually it was pretty hilarious. i was reading my book and not paying attention, then mdm tham was like "blah, blah, blah, EUNICE?" then suddenly i heard this great deep voice going, "mass over volume!" then i started cracking up, cos like, since when was my voice so deep. ah thanks thomas. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;peishan was being&lt;em&gt; pregnant&lt;/em&gt; today. HAHA. vincent wong's very creative. "she's moody, and tempremental, and ignoring you and desiree, so i think she's pregnant!" and then calandra and mavis were like, "REALLLLY?!" OMG it was so funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and peishan. its fine if you don't want to talk to me or want to ignore me and desiree, but at least tell us why right? i mean. i find you just plain rude. friendship is a 2 way thing. especially BESTfriendship. you're so disappointing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway. i have alot of work to be doing this weekend. many tests in the coming week. :\&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8725296013761816742-5895212097242653144?l=da-bombdiggity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://da-bombdiggity.blogspot.com/feeds/5895212097242653144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8725296013761816742&amp;postID=5895212097242653144' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8725296013761816742/posts/default/5895212097242653144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8725296013761816742/posts/default/5895212097242653144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://da-bombdiggity.blogspot.com/2008/07/day-eunice-nearly-got-detention.html' title=''/><author><name>The OC Potato!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00277699115644047194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8iyGq-9jECU/SbvGw9ZaRXI/AAAAAAAAABY/3Lya-44kzWw/S220/Image087.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8725296013761816742.post-4005994274175532103</id><published>2008-07-03T04:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-03T04:49:01.794-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>things that went horribly wrong today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. bio/chem&lt;br /&gt;2. last period of d&amp;amp;t&lt;br /&gt;3. prefect selection&lt;br /&gt;4. grammar test that wasnt even a grammar test&lt;br /&gt;5. sherman relations&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;things that went reasonably well today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. CLTG&lt;br /&gt;2. CLTG&lt;br /&gt;3. CLTG&lt;br /&gt;4. CLTG&lt;br /&gt;5. CLTG&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8725296013761816742-4005994274175532103?l=da-bombdiggity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://da-bombdiggity.blogspot.com/feeds/4005994274175532103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8725296013761816742&amp;postID=4005994274175532103' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8725296013761816742/posts/default/4005994274175532103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8725296013761816742/posts/default/4005994274175532103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://da-bombdiggity.blogspot.com/2008/07/things-that-went-horribly-wrong-today-1.html' title=''/><author><name>The OC Potato!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00277699115644047194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8iyGq-9jECU/SbvGw9ZaRXI/AAAAAAAAABY/3Lya-44kzWw/S220/Image087.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8725296013761816742.post-5870964221928056286</id><published>2008-07-02T02:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-02T02:47:58.559-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/xRYU4cqUAUs&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/xRYU4cqUAUs&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/-nRGC720Qak&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/-nRGC720Qak&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/a6FYz0kvRNU&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/a6FYz0kvRNU&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8725296013761816742-5870964221928056286?l=da-bombdiggity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://da-bombdiggity.blogspot.com/feeds/5870964221928056286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8725296013761816742&amp;postID=5870964221928056286' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8725296013761816742/posts/default/5870964221928056286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8725296013761816742/posts/default/5870964221928056286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://da-bombdiggity.blogspot.com/2008/07/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>The OC Potato!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00277699115644047194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8iyGq-9jECU/SbvGw9ZaRXI/AAAAAAAAABY/3Lya-44kzWw/S220/Image087.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8725296013761816742.post-7911738386513731253</id><published>2008-06-30T01:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-30T04:11:00.283-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>eeeee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;history sucks. never would i thought that a teacher would say "girls at the back ah, i tell you ah, don't lean on the wall okay." to ME. and all because of TAN MARILYN. ew. so sickening. "i didn't know there was history today, okay?" like whatever, little miss &lt;em&gt;blur&lt;/em&gt;, monday's history period was on the old timetable too what. we were so nice to you and we trusted you with the piece of foolscap. then you don't bring it. gr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway. term 3 is officially quite slacky. as in. there isn't much homework. i know i should be studying but ha-ha-ha, no test what to study? but i promise. today after tuition, i will be TRANSFORMED! hahaha. to someone who knows how to construct a rhombus and something else. and after being TRANSFORMED!, i'll go walking, then eat dinner, then bathe QUICKLY, then see what homework needs to be done(this should be at 8pm), then do it, and then try to read my history text, and science chapter 12 and ah ya, something else. hahha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today's DJ is interesing. 5 ways to promote WEB ministry to woodlands community. i read it early in the morning, and for some reason, public BBQ just popped into my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah i'm really tired. i can't wait for the wg gathering to be over. its so stressfullllll. soccer balls, frisbees, attendance, advanced parties. :O i thought organizing something like this would be easy. hahahah. anyway i'm glad clarice popped in. ARGH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes its stressful. (: and we've just found out that it will be postponed. 12july. when clarice asked me i was like, :O ONE MORE WEEK? anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel like i'm not studying properly. i feel that in school things are just not the way they should be. like peishan's acting all weird and distant. she never used to like, text and leave recess early. and being punished for anything? ME?! like, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;W-H-A-T-?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and i'm not &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;focused&lt;/span&gt;. its like. school squeezed you till you're a pore with no blackhead. and term 2 was just so truamatic, and i'm just scared it'll happen all over again. and its like, i feel so blur and stupid and disconnected with the schooling world. like, i have no idea how to piece my 2 worlds together. spiritual and schooling. i feel tired. very, very tired. i know there's work to do, so i better go do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cya(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8725296013761816742-7911738386513731253?l=da-bombdiggity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://da-bombdiggity.blogspot.com/feeds/7911738386513731253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8725296013761816742&amp;postID=7911738386513731253' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8725296013761816742/posts/default/7911738386513731253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8725296013761816742/posts/default/7911738386513731253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://da-bombdiggity.blogspot.com/2008/06/eeeee-history-sucks.html' title=''/><author><name>The OC Potato!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00277699115644047194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8iyGq-9jECU/SbvGw9ZaRXI/AAAAAAAAABY/3Lya-44kzWw/S220/Image087.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8725296013761816742.post-5551356183528323908</id><published>2008-06-29T02:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-29T02:55:27.638-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>youth sunday was sucha blast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"eunice, good job!"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;joke or not(i don't think so, haha) it was so nice to hear something like that, so thank you Thaddeus. (: i guess not all guys are scumbags.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chior was so fun. i like singing esp in a chior, cos you sound so good even when you know you can't sing. hehh. :P it was so cool seeing the adult congregation all holding hands, kicking about and jumping. had brownies and photo taking after, spoke briefly to jonL. oh wow. its been such a long time. we don't seem to have the chance to talk these days. mm. it was nice seeing all the WEBs in action today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well. school calls tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;oh-my-goodnessss.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dinner at potters cafe(WOOHOO) calls now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahh, play by ear. (LOL!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8725296013761816742-5551356183528323908?l=da-bombdiggity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://da-bombdiggity.blogspot.com/feeds/5551356183528323908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8725296013761816742&amp;postID=5551356183528323908' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8725296013761816742/posts/default/5551356183528323908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8725296013761816742/posts/default/5551356183528323908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://da-bombdiggity.blogspot.com/2008/06/youth-sunday-was-sucha-blast.html' title=''/><author><name>The OC 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window.open('/help/luna/IPA_pron_key.html', 'PronunciationKey','height=700,width=560,left=0,top=0,resizable,scrollbars');if(pk){pk.focus();}" onmouseout="status='';return true;" minmax_bound="true"&gt;Pronunciation Key&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;a class="pronlink" onmouseover="status='Click to toggle pronunciation';return true;" title="Click to show spelled pronunciation" onclick="javascript:show_sp()" onmouseout="status='';return true;" minmax_bound="true"&gt;Show Spelled Pronunciation&lt;/a&gt;[vahy-uh-leyt] &lt;a class="pronlink" onmouseover="status='Click for pronunciation key';return true;" title="Click for pronunciation key" onclick="pk = window.open('/help/luna/Spell_pron_key.html', 'PronunciationKey','height=700,width=560,left=0,top=0,resizable,scrollbars');if(pk){pk.focus();}" onmouseout="status='';return true;" minmax_bound="true"&gt;Pronunciation Key&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;a class="pronlink" onmouseover="status='Click to toggle pronunciation';return true;" title="Click to show IPA pronunciation" onclick="javascript:show_ip()" onmouseout="status='';return true;" minmax_bound="true"&gt;Show IPA Pronunciation&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;–verb (used with object), -lat·ed, -lat·ing.&lt;br /&gt;1.&lt;br /&gt;to break, infringe, or transgress (a law, rule, agreement, promise, instructions, etc.).&lt;br /&gt;2.&lt;br /&gt;to break in upon or disturb rudely; interfere thoughtlessly with: to violate his privacy.&lt;br /&gt;3.&lt;br /&gt;to break through or pass by force or without right: to violate a frontier.&lt;br /&gt;4.&lt;br /&gt;to treat irreverently or disrespectfully; desecrate; profane: violate a human right.&lt;br /&gt;5.&lt;br /&gt;to molest sexually, esp. to rape&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Main Entry: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;personal space&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Part of Speech: &lt;br /&gt;n&lt;br /&gt;Definition: &lt;br /&gt;the sense of invisible boundaries around an individual body and separating one from others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this week was so perfect. i had sucha cool huge classroom, i managed to finish reading my chinese book in time for the test, i have such a fun pe teacher, i don't have much HW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then some people just have to screw things up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;boy, very funny right, touch what touch i scream molest ah. &lt;em&gt;and prefect, laugh lah, very funny right! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;calandra asked me if i wanted to  be a prefect this morning. i almost said yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i'm glad i didn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what a screwed up bunch.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8725296013761816742-7159998677706111808?l=da-bombdiggity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://da-bombdiggity.blogspot.com/feeds/7159998677706111808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8iyGq-9jECU/SbvGw9ZaRXI/AAAAAAAAABY/3Lya-44kzWw/S220/Image087.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8725296013761816742.post-815036043289940979</id><published>2008-06-25T00:06:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-25T00:07:34.572-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>the busy days are back. but i feel really satisfied. i love my new classroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway. i've got lotsa work to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8725296013761816742-815036043289940979?l=da-bombdiggity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://da-bombdiggity.blogspot.com/feeds/815036043289940979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8725296013761816742&amp;postID=815036043289940979' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8725296013761816742/posts/default/815036043289940979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8725296013761816742/posts/default/815036043289940979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://da-bombdiggity.blogspot.com/2008/06/busy-days-are-back.html' title=''/><author><name>The OC Potato!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00277699115644047194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8iyGq-9jECU/SbvGw9ZaRXI/AAAAAAAAABY/3Lya-44kzWw/S220/Image087.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8725296013761816742.post-4887312384006753473</id><published>2008-06-22T23:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-22T23:51:42.409-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Romans 12: 1&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Therefore, I urge you, brothers, in view of God's mercy, to offer your bodies as living sacrifices, holy and pleasing to God-- this is your spiritual act of worship.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;something to think about. i will offer myself to God for His use, like a power ranger mega whatev, but like. i've discovered its not "anything He wants" that i will do. its anything He wants that seems do-able to me that i'll do. and what does he want me to do? be a missionary(since school is our mission field) in q-town. not just that though, but to also be pleasing and holy. woah woah woah. thats alot to accomplish. and like. we're supposed to sincerely worship God, because of all the wonderful things He has done for me(1 Samuel 12:24). sincerely. sincerity. and it should be a piece of cake, because when the Holy Spirit controls our lives, He will produce the kind of fruit in us; love, joy, peace, patience, kindness, goodness, faithfulness, gentleness and self-control(Acts 5:22-23). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then now i think. how badly i've failed. i know God forgives me if i repent. i know it, but i can't really grab on to that. then now i wonder, what exactly am i holding on to for dear life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i see a hurricane. leaves are being tossed, trees being uprooted, topsy turvy umbrellas. rain, thunder, lightning. its such chaos. where the wind blows, everything follows. and here a little girl is, with a yellow rain coat, trying to go against it. but she's losing the battle. the wind picks her up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goodbye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8725296013761816742-4887312384006753473?l=da-bombdiggity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://da-bombdiggity.blogspot.com/feeds/4887312384006753473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8725296013761816742&amp;postID=4887312384006753473' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8725296013761816742/posts/default/4887312384006753473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8725296013761816742/posts/default/4887312384006753473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://da-bombdiggity.blogspot.com/2008/06/romans-12-1-therefore-i-urge-you.html' title=''/><author><name>The OC Potato!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00277699115644047194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8iyGq-9jECU/SbvGw9ZaRXI/AAAAAAAAABY/3Lya-44kzWw/S220/Image087.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8725296013761816742.post-1612278381678656857</id><published>2008-06-19T01:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-19T01:46:24.723-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>eunice doesnt like LSing. you know why? cos LSing sucks, and in my other life, SARA doesn't LS at all, cos she's a hard ass fashion designer. and you know why else eunice hates to LS? cos LSing comes with a stomachache that i don't quite get. eee. so gross. anyway, i need to memorise my lines. i'm gna retype them out the script is so messyyy. all over the place. like LS! eeeee. i keep farting. i have a bad somachache and body ache. eee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;byebye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8725296013761816742-1612278381678656857?l=da-bombdiggity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://da-bombdiggity.blogspot.com/feeds/1612278381678656857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8725296013761816742&amp;postID=1612278381678656857' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8725296013761816742/posts/default/1612278381678656857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8725296013761816742/posts/default/1612278381678656857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://da-bombdiggity.blogspot.com/2008/06/eunice-doesnt-like-lsing.html' title=''/><author><name>The OC Potato!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00277699115644047194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8iyGq-9jECU/SbvGw9ZaRXI/AAAAAAAAABY/3Lya-44kzWw/S220/Image087.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8725296013761816742.post-2747125207728032156</id><published>2008-06-18T04:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-18T05:01:21.769-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>oh wow, how i love the theatre. it such fun being in the black room! lovelovelovely! i like my part. i don't care if i'm not genevieve/kate anymore. i like supporting better. anyway, today's rehearsal was superly funny. "romeo, oh romeo, wherefore &lt;em&gt;ah-tao&lt;/em&gt;!" and then munaya came in late, then ms elyn was like, "MUNAYA! THERE YOU ARE!" her face was super funny. we had a good day today, despite all the confusion. i wish i were there ytd. but its okay. after rehearsal, i took a train to city hall to eat lunch with the heart of mummy and daddy, but all alone, then went to find them eating at the korean restaurant(no offence, but BARFFFFF!) and then went to get my h/phone(!!!!!). its not exactly super flashy, but i like it. its alllllmost like gifford's phone. its so funny, i used to have ethel's phone and now gifford's. hehh hehh! anyway, after that, took a cab with them and sethseth to united square, and walked around and bought my piano stand and smthsmth, then came home. i memorized my lines, and then ate, and then here i am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there'll be more yelling and screwing up and frustration at tmr's rehearsal. but you know what? i can't wait for it to roll around. everyone there's a smarty pants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hwachong, nus high, rg, stmarg's and.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;CHIJ KELLOCK&lt;/span&gt;. i refuse to call q-town my school. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(ew, school's starting.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8725296013761816742-2747125207728032156?l=da-bombdiggity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://da-bombdiggity.blogspot.com/feeds/2747125207728032156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8725296013761816742&amp;postID=2747125207728032156' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8725296013761816742/posts/default/2747125207728032156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8725296013761816742/posts/default/2747125207728032156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://da-bombdiggity.blogspot.com/2008/06/oh-wow-how-i-love-theatre.html' title=''/><author><name>The OC Potato!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00277699115644047194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8iyGq-9jECU/SbvGw9ZaRXI/AAAAAAAAABY/3Lya-44kzWw/S220/Image087.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8725296013761816742.post-8533460304761961201</id><published>2008-06-16T20:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-16T20:23:47.601-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>why. are. you. being. such. assholes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have no idea what to do with you people now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;):&lt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8725296013761816742-8533460304761961201?l=da-bombdiggity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://da-bombdiggity.blogspot.com/feeds/8533460304761961201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8725296013761816742&amp;postID=8533460304761961201' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8725296013761816742/posts/default/8533460304761961201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8725296013761816742/posts/default/8533460304761961201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://da-bombdiggity.blogspot.com/2008/06/why.html' title=''/><author><name>The OC Potato!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00277699115644047194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8iyGq-9jECU/SbvGw9ZaRXI/AAAAAAAAABY/3Lya-44kzWw/S220/Image087.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
