<?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-5254313</id><updated>2011-04-21T11:50:38.292-07:00</updated><title type='text'>rose-quartz shades</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rapsewdee.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5254313/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rapsewdee.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Davina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12305925772717897540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>74</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5254313.post-106059877538473078</id><published>2003-08-11T03:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-11T03:46:47.626-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hee. I just &lt;em&gt;knew&lt;/em&gt; that once Athena got my blog url, Connie would get it too. If Jasmine gets the blog url, I'll ask her for hers too. Wheeee... Anyway, am switching servers to modblog now. Go &lt;a href="http://lollygag.modblog.com"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. And don't come here anymore, shall not update. Goodbye, cruel world! &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5254313-106059877538473078?l=rapsewdee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5254313/posts/default/106059877538473078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5254313/posts/default/106059877538473078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rapsewdee.blogspot.com/2003_08_10_archive.html#106059877538473078' title=''/><author><name>Davina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12305925772717897540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5254313.post-106036023146240413</id><published>2003-08-08T09:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-08T09:30:31.460-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oh crap. It's 12.17 a.m. and I feel so guilty. Am such a bad Catholic. I mean, fine, I pray every single day before I sleep (will now resolve to pray when wake up on weekends and before my meals) but I have still missed my lessons for a long time. Church too. I really don't mind going to church, but my lessons are sooooooo boring, and I never learn anything! the teacher's jokes are so corny, everyone is so preppy and all we do is read out from the book, which I can easily do at home! At least last time it was better, because we went a bit beyond the book but... Arggh... And am thoroughly irritated for other reasons too. Anyway, I don't care. Hopefully next year the teacher will be better so at least I find it worth my time to go for lessons. But will still go to church no matter what. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5254313-106036023146240413?l=rapsewdee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5254313/posts/default/106036023146240413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5254313/posts/default/106036023146240413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rapsewdee.blogspot.com/2003_08_03_archive.html#106036023146240413' title=''/><author><name>Davina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12305925772717897540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5254313.post-106035099224616174</id><published>2003-08-08T06:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-08T06:56:32.210-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Right, I feel so horrible right now, that I'm going to purposefully ostracize myself from society and be a loner for a while. Have therefore decided to compile a book-list sort of thing, since I intend to get some good reading done after the PSLE. Some of these books might be a tad too ambitious though:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- a book of Robert Frost's poems&lt;br /&gt;- any of Shakespeare's plays (either 'Julius Caesar' or 'Romeo and Juliet'. Old English rocks.)&lt;br /&gt;- LotR trilogy (Yes! Still haven't read it!)&lt;br /&gt;- 'Sophie's World'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So... That's all for now. Might come up with more books later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5254313-106035099224616174?l=rapsewdee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5254313/posts/default/106035099224616174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5254313/posts/default/106035099224616174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rapsewdee.blogspot.com/2003_08_03_archive.html#106035099224616174' title=''/><author><name>Davina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12305925772717897540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5254313.post-106009080815005468</id><published>2003-08-05T06:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-05T06:40:08.050-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Claire is evil. I don't think she read the Zacharias/Draco fic. She must!!! Cassandra Claire rules! And I feel so bloody guilty because I haven't even started studying for the Prelims yet!!! OH MY GOSH!!! AHHHHHHHH... SHIT!!! Damndamndamndamndamn... Must go finish up homework now. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5254313-106009080815005468?l=rapsewdee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5254313/posts/default/106009080815005468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5254313/posts/default/106009080815005468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rapsewdee.blogspot.com/2003_08_03_archive.html#106009080815005468' title=''/><author><name>Davina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12305925772717897540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5254313.post-105974479593762633</id><published>2003-08-01T06:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-01T06:33:15.833-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/users/mistful/37481.html#cutid1"&gt;Hee hee&lt;/a&gt;. You have &lt;em&gt;got&lt;/em&gt; to read that. Suddenly, Zacharias Smith rules!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Claire, BLOG!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5254313-105974479593762633?l=rapsewdee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5254313/posts/default/105974479593762633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5254313/posts/default/105974479593762633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rapsewdee.blogspot.com/2003_07_27_archive.html#105974479593762633' title=''/><author><name>Davina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12305925772717897540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5254313.post-105948208307027249</id><published>2003-07-29T05:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-29T05:34:42.976-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.mugglenet.com/pics/newsweek9.shtml"&gt;NOOOOOOOOOOO!!!&lt;/a&gt; LOOK AT THAT!!! LOOK AT THAT!!! IT HAS COMPLETELY RUINED MY WHOLE MENTAL IMAGE OF LUPIN!!! His hair should be more grey and messier! He shouldn't be wearing a frumpy brown coat which looks so darn new!!! WHAT HAPPENED TO THE CASTING PERSON!!! AND THE PERSON IN-CHARGE OF THE COSTUMES!!! But good, because Emma Watson looks as stupid and horrible as she is. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got Maths CA3 paper back. Quite easy. Made a STUPID careless mistake. I could have got the same marks as Joyce. Ahhhhhh.... AND THANK YOU ATHENA!!! THANK YOU SOOOOO MUCH FOR BLOGGING!!! I think she's blogged for like, 3, maybe 4, days in a row. And Claire? *glares* Still on the 20th July. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5254313-105948208307027249?l=rapsewdee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5254313/posts/default/105948208307027249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5254313/posts/default/105948208307027249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rapsewdee.blogspot.com/2003_07_27_archive.html#105948208307027249' title=''/><author><name>Davina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12305925772717897540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5254313.post-105921157357568230</id><published>2003-07-26T02:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-26T02:26:13.540-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oh yes, almost forgot. You have &lt;em&gt;got&lt;/em&gt; to check &lt;a href="http://piratemonkeysinc.com/ms1.htm"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; out. It's hilarious! It's about a bunch of Mary-Sues at Hogwarts. If you didn't know, Mary-Sues are absolutely perfect females. Pretty, maybe someone very special or of a rare breed, who always end up getting the best guy, who are so powerful and always popular, and stand out of the crowd. Sometimes, they're even related to very important characters. In Harry Potter terms, they could be Harry's long-lost sister or Dumbledore's niece or something. Of course, you need to have a combination of these 'qualities' to be considered a Mary-Sue. Or a Gary-Stu, which is the male version.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5254313-105921157357568230?l=rapsewdee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5254313/posts/default/105921157357568230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5254313/posts/default/105921157357568230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rapsewdee.blogspot.com/2003_07_20_archive.html#105921157357568230' title=''/><author><name>Davina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12305925772717897540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5254313.post-105921108777807522</id><published>2003-07-26T02:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-26T02:18:07.750-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Out of the three blogs I checked today, two were filled with doom and gloom. Why are so many people getting so sad? Well, anyway, NAPFA today. NAPFA SUCKS!!! Got 9th place, with a time of... 9 minutes and 58 or 59 seconds. Was pacing with Guo Jun, who was so darn nice and patient and kept on encouraging me to go on, when I needed to walk. Hee hee. I felt like puking during the run for some reason, and had two stupid stitches. Two!!! So, there was only one person between Claire and I, that being Guo Jun (I had no energy to sprint at the end, so Guo Jun got there first, even though I think our timing was the same, right down to the second). And Claire is so much taller than me! And plays basketball! And... runs around a lot? And I kept on walking, although only a bit at a time, because Guo Jun did not feel like puking, did not have any stitches and has stamina. Will try to run the whole distance next year. And atleast stay in the top 10 position. Muhahahahaha... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Action movies suck!!! '2 Fast 2 Furious' sucks!!! How could you even watch it?! Go spend your money on 'The Pianist' instead!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5254313-105921108777807522?l=rapsewdee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5254313/posts/default/105921108777807522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5254313/posts/default/105921108777807522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rapsewdee.blogspot.com/2003_07_20_archive.html#105921108777807522' title=''/><author><name>Davina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12305925772717897540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5254313.post-105858862726584346</id><published>2003-07-18T21:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-18T21:23:47.196-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OK, you know what? I don't care, I'll continue to blog here. So sorry for my long absence. Nothing much has been happening, except that I feel so guilty because I haven't studied much. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, I am a little puzzled though. Why do people not like Ying Ming and Athena so much? I don't know them very well so of course I wouldn't know. I do know that more people hate Athena than Ying Ming though. And of course, after listening to everyone bitching about Athena at the sleep-over, I have to admit she is a bitch. Although that's derived from other people's opinions about her. And I need to think of a proper term for a 'half-prep'.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5254313-105858862726584346?l=rapsewdee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5254313/posts/default/105858862726584346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5254313/posts/default/105858862726584346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rapsewdee.blogspot.com/2003_07_13_archive.html#105858862726584346' title=''/><author><name>Davina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12305925772717897540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5254313.post-105798666828889263</id><published>2003-07-11T22:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-11T22:11:08.260-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>WHAT THE... ARGH!!! NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO... HOW THE HELL?!?!?!?! OK, I have to migrate from this blog. Bye. Will set up a new one, though. Stupid fucking idiot...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5254313-105798666828889263?l=rapsewdee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5254313/posts/default/105798666828889263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5254313/posts/default/105798666828889263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rapsewdee.blogspot.com/2003_07_06_archive.html#105798666828889263' title=''/><author><name>Davina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12305925772717897540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5254313.post-105783575682953993</id><published>2003-07-10T04:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-10T04:15:56.800-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>There is nothing else I can do. I shall &lt;em&gt;have&lt;/em&gt; to kick Jasmine off my blog list because she's being an imbecile and not letting me read it. Hmph. Being working on fics, mainly the one with Tonks. And wrote an impromptu poem yesterday. Was sitting at desk, had no homework left, but didn't want to study. I think I spent half an hour on it. Wheeeeeeeee... That's all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5254313-105783575682953993?l=rapsewdee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5254313/posts/default/105783575682953993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5254313/posts/default/105783575682953993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rapsewdee.blogspot.com/2003_07_06_archive.html#105783575682953993' title=''/><author><name>Davina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12305925772717897540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5254313.post-105756461742485390</id><published>2003-07-07T00:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-07T00:56:57.416-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm starting to lose track of my diary entries. Usually I can remember my last entry but now I can't. Anyway, just watched 'The Pianist'. I won't even bother describing it because I don't know how to. It's haunting, though. Haunting movies are usually the best ones. Started on the Tonks fan-fic. So now i'm writing three fanfics at the same time... Not going to have time, anyway.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5254313-105756461742485390?l=rapsewdee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5254313/posts/default/105756461742485390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5254313/posts/default/105756461742485390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rapsewdee.blogspot.com/2003_07_06_archive.html#105756461742485390' title=''/><author><name>Davina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12305925772717897540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5254313.post-105747448458727792</id><published>2003-07-05T23:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-05T23:54:44.413-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Woah... Claire's blog looks too happy for the person she actually is. But understandable, as she probably changed it when she was high. Am going to watch 'The Pianist' tomorrow, with the DVD which Dad bought last week. And I hereby officially proclaim it the best movie EVER. Even better than LotR, and that's saying something. I have this thing for Holocaust movies. My Mum's a pianist, so she really wants to watch the movie too. And then the other day, I was going through this file at my Dad's desk, which contains a lot of certificates and such, just to find out my blood type, which by the way, is A. And then I saw my Mum's certificate for a Teacher's Diploma in Pianoforte from the Trinity College of Music in London. But I completely suck at music, because I never had the patience to learn the piano. Muhahahahaha... Off to write fanfic now. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5254313-105747448458727792?l=rapsewdee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5254313/posts/default/105747448458727792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5254313/posts/default/105747448458727792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rapsewdee.blogspot.com/2003_06_29_archive.html#105747448458727792' title=''/><author><name>Davina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12305925772717897540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5254313.post-105741864345630962</id><published>2003-07-05T08:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-05T08:24:03.400-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I have complete and utter writer's block. I have four plot bunnies to work on, but I can't seem to go on with any of them. I'm not that sure how to describe Narcissa anymore. Is she a trophy wife? That's too cliche. I want to go back to the MWPP era, and write a fic about Snape, or maybe Narcissa. Ooh... Good plot bunny. The thing is that I can come up with the plot bunnies, but I can't carry them out properly. It's hardest to start a story for me. I always have problems starting a story. After that I go with the flow so it's OK. Feck it. I don't know what to do...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5254313-105741864345630962?l=rapsewdee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5254313/posts/default/105741864345630962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5254313/posts/default/105741864345630962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rapsewdee.blogspot.com/2003_06_29_archive.html#105741864345630962' title=''/><author><name>Davina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12305925772717897540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5254313.post-105740894267908486</id><published>2003-07-05T05:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-05T05:42:22.566-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OK, why the hell are there fireworks outside my window? Not very nearby, and the fireworks aren't that big... But still, why? Has some American community gathered to celebrate their native country's Independence Day? So, currently I have 4 plot bunnies. And I think i'll label them the Tonks one, the Soppy one, the Games one and the Money one. But i've only started writing the Soppy one and the Games one. So basically, the Tonks one is the killer plot I have been raving about for quite a while now. And darnit, no one's on MSN. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5254313-105740894267908486?l=rapsewdee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5254313/posts/default/105740894267908486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5254313/posts/default/105740894267908486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rapsewdee.blogspot.com/2003_06_29_archive.html#105740894267908486' title=''/><author><name>Davina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12305925772717897540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5254313.post-105739063556695097</id><published>2003-07-05T00:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-05T00:37:15.560-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ARGH, my parents are being &lt;em&gt;so&lt;/em&gt; irritating right now. They viewed my SA papers today and were going on about crap. As if I haven't corrected my mistakes already. SHEESH. And am quite pissed with JKR. Her books are far too cliched, especially in the case of the Slytherins. I mean, please, is it really so possible that Slytherin has never won a Quidditch match ever since that thick-craniumed inbred cretin of a Harry Potter came into Hogwarts? And people don't realise that Snape rules. He's the second best professor after McGonagall. And seriously, Potter only hates him because Snape likes to take points from all other houses besides Slytherin. Honestly, what kind of school is this that points are the only things which matter? Materialistic sore-losers. Sounds like someone from school. I don't care what you say, Potter is a full-fledged Gary-Stu, even if his parents died. Live parents aren't one of the criteria needed to be a Gary-Stu. And that know-it-all woman of a Granger is a Mary-Stu. To add oil to the flames, Emma Watson has a completely incorrigible sense of dress. Have you seen what she wears? Ugh. And she can't even act. I mean, that scene in Hagrid's hut? ANYONE can make tears well up in their eyes. Daniel Radcliffe acts only a teensy bit better, but he still sucks. I prefer Potter to Granger atleast. And that is why I completely and utterly despise Hermione/Draco. Oh, and this entry has no point. Except go check out the linkinpark.com webbie now. I don't have SCV damnit, so thank goodness they have the Faint MV there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5254313-105739063556695097?l=rapsewdee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5254313/posts/default/105739063556695097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5254313/posts/default/105739063556695097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rapsewdee.blogspot.com/2003_06_29_archive.html#105739063556695097' title=''/><author><name>Davina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12305925772717897540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5254313.post-105733157869327735</id><published>2003-07-04T08:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-04T08:12:58.710-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Wheeeee... Haven't blogged for so long. Look at &lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/users/epicyclical/149100.html#cutid1"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; and clue me in on what 't00by' means. Great and t00by love? Huh? Sorry, very clueless. Ignorance is bliss. Have no idea what to blog about because the hell, nothing really interesting has happened. Except for the fact that I had to steal Natalie's Maths file because I couldn't find her because she went to hang out in the TOILET with those other &lt;em&gt;pai&lt;/em&gt; photo-taking people (read:preppy). Ick... Photos suck. I absolutely hate/loathe/despise being in a photo, but I love to take photos of other things. Like today I took a picture of a brilliantly orange capsicum in a white bowl. So sorry that this entry is so boring... Oh wait, will talk about &lt;em&gt;that&lt;/em&gt; Maths teacher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other day during Maths, the announcements kept on getting read during his lesson, so he got pissed. Then he saw Chien Lue (very brilliant person, really) balancing her chair on two legs (like everyone does). And then he started going on about what would happen to her: "Has it ever occured to you that one day you might just fall and break your neck? And that isn't even the troublesome part. The troublesome part is that I have to come and pick your head up and put it back on then file a report as to why you died." Uhh... right. Actually, lots of interesting stuff happened, but I don't know how to put it in words (eew, that sounds mushy). &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5254313-105733157869327735?l=rapsewdee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5254313/posts/default/105733157869327735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5254313/posts/default/105733157869327735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rapsewdee.blogspot.com/2003_06_29_archive.html#105733157869327735' title=''/><author><name>Davina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12305925772717897540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5254313.post-105680853849926759</id><published>2003-06-28T06:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-06-28T06:55:38.310-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ooh... Broke the photo frame thingie my sister got for her birthday. Bah. She doesn't care about it anyway. And Claire probably told Athena that I read her blog. So... Claire can't be trusted. Tsk tsk tsk. Ah, what the hell. Once school starts, I'll only be able to come online on Fridays, Saturday nights and Sundays. Too busy. Have to study for freaking PSLE. So, school starts day after tomorrow and I have this homework left:&lt;br /&gt;- one newspaper report thingie&lt;br /&gt;- one weekend 'diary' thingie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both Chinese. Damn. Might have to abandon fanfics until PSLE is over. So sad. Lots of stuff to do after PSLE:&lt;br /&gt;- go for nice long holiday&lt;br /&gt;- finally read the LotR trilogy (very ashamed of self that I jumped onto the band wagon)&lt;br /&gt;- get started on plot bunnies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eeee... Love the plot bunny so much. Someone at Fiction Alley came up with it, but i'm using it because she posted it on the Plot Bunny thread, so anyone can use it. Gives me an excuse to get Draco on the good side. Same stuff as usual. Have to go finish homework up now. Bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5254313-105680853849926759?l=rapsewdee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5254313/posts/default/105680853849926759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5254313/posts/default/105680853849926759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rapsewdee.blogspot.com/2003_06_22_archive.html#105680853849926759' title=''/><author><name>Davina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12305925772717897540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5254313.post-105679354476572835</id><published>2003-06-28T02:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-06-28T02:45:44.743-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>PLOT BUNNY BREAKTHROUGH!!! Much thanks to the people at the Plot Bunny thread at the FictionAlley.org boards. And I finally got something to eat. Wheeee... *runs off muttering plot bunny to self*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5254313-105679354476572835?l=rapsewdee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5254313/posts/default/105679354476572835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5254313/posts/default/105679354476572835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rapsewdee.blogspot.com/2003_06_22_archive.html#105679354476572835' title=''/><author><name>Davina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12305925772717897540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5254313.post-105679182136129640</id><published>2003-06-28T02:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-06-28T02:17:01.350-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href=http://always.simplystunning.net/ target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src=http://always.simplystunning.net/smallville/lana.gif border=0&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;Which [Smallville] Characters are you?&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Umm... I hate Lana Lang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href=http://always.simplystunning.net target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src=http://always.simplystunning.net/mood/happy.gif border=0&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;What's your usual [mood]?&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I thought I was bitchy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href=http://always.simplystunning.net/ target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src=http://always.simplystunning.net/nemo/crush.gif border=0&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;Which [Finding Nemo] characters are you?&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOOT! Crush RULES!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href=http://always.simplystunning.net/ target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src=http://always.simplystunning.net/nn/nice.gif border=0&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;Are You Naughty or Nice?&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wheeee....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right, it's 5.10 pm and I haven't eaten anything at all. All day. Nada. Zilch. Getting freaked out by Claire again. I mean... Claire... Heaven? It's just not right if you put those two words together, unless the context is something like 'Claire defies Heaven'. Oh wait, i'm being mean. Well all right, I suppose Claire's soul &lt;em&gt;could&lt;/em&gt; originate from Heaven... OK, off the subject, off the subject. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/5254313-105679182136129640?l=rapsewdee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5254313/posts/default/105679182136129640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5254313/posts/default/105679182136129640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rapsewdee.blogspot.com/2003_06_22_archive.html#105679182136129640' title=''/><author><name>Davina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12305925772717897540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5254313.post-105669745471144778</id><published>2003-06-27T00:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-06-27T00:04:14.613-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OK, I have absolutely no fucking idea how to continue with my fucking homework. I need a fucking newspaper report, for heaven's sake! Make that two newspaper reports. Claire and Natalie are done with theirs, and for once, I want to do my homework but I fucking CAN'T! I feel like... Harry Potter. *blech* My issue of the newspaper which all my other friends used to do their homework ended up in a huge stack with all the other newspapers, which my mother threw away. So now I don't have it, and I HAVE NO FUCKING CLUE WHAT TO DO! I WANNA DO MY FUCKING HOMEWORK DAMNIT! AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH... *seething* And I can't fucking print an article out from the computer because the dumb printer is not working. Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh... I don't know what to do... I went through the newspapers today three times, and I still can't find a proper newspaper report. I found one, which was slightly all right, but I don't have much to comment on. Damn that lao shi. So much bloody fucking homework, until I had no time at all to study. The whole fucking purpose of the June holidays to fucking study for our exams, DAMNIT. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5254313-105669745471144778?l=rapsewdee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5254313/posts/default/105669745471144778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5254313/posts/default/105669745471144778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rapsewdee.blogspot.com/2003_06_22_archive.html#105669745471144778' title=''/><author><name>Davina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12305925772717897540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5254313.post-105661667984836882</id><published>2003-06-26T01:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-06-26T01:37:59.743-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OK... This is a bit... creepy. How come the layout of the page where you update has changed? Well anyway, was feeling so damn freaked out about PSLE last night. Haven't started studying yet, and am &lt;em&gt;very&lt;/em&gt; worried. But feeling quite happy now, because I only have this much homework left:&lt;br /&gt;- all the written comprehensions in the Chinese PSLE book and some blank questions here and there&lt;br /&gt;- some blank questions in the Science PSLE book&lt;br /&gt;- newspaper report and composition (can't find any suitable newspaper reports, damnit!)&lt;br /&gt;- one Chinese weekend thingie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you look at it like that, it seems like quite a lot, but it actually isn't. I'm more worried about the newspaper report and composition because I just can't find a proper newspaper report which I can comment on, or turn into a composition. Ahhhhhhhh... Was posting on the OotP discussion boards last night, and still wondering whether Draco's going to be good. I mean, the Sorting Hat's rhyme/poem means something. It isn't a warning that won't be heeded. So if Harry decides to be all hero-ish and reunite the school, i'm sure he'll go to Draco first. Hope so. My theories suck, thank you very much.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5254313-105661667984836882?l=rapsewdee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5254313/posts/default/105661667984836882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5254313/posts/default/105661667984836882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rapsewdee.blogspot.com/2003_06_22_archive.html#105661667984836882' title=''/><author><name>Davina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12305925772717897540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5254313.post-96019720</id><published>2003-06-25T09:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-06-25T09:03:49.236-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>While Claire has finally got her copy of OotP, I have finally finished it. And re-read it. In 2 days. Of course, by re-read I just mean that I scanned the book, and went straight to those parts which I like. So while I blog about the book here, I &lt;i&gt;swear&lt;/i&gt; to not leak a major spoiler out at all. And by major, I mean things like who died, and the couples and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, going to hold a minute of silence for the person who died............................................................ There. Oi! I counted! There are exactly 60 fullstops. So, I already had a hunch straight from the beginning when Claire told me that she already knew who had died. And I was right! Of course, I didn't tell anyone whom I thought was going to die, so now no one's going to believe me. But nevermind. I still can't believe JK actually killed the person! I mean... I thought he (knowing the gender doesn't hurt) was going to go on and play a bigger role. HOW COULD HE DIE?! And it wasn't really explained where he went after he died, because it was sort of... sudden. Anyway, am getting sick of Harry and his goodiness, and Hermione's... ability to irritate. I mean it. I never really liked her a lot, nor Emma Watson. Nor Daniel Radcliffe, come to think of it. The only one I really find all right is Tom Felton *swoons*. Yes, so, a couple of people in the book I would like to say a big fat 'YAY!!! YOU RULE!!!' to:&lt;br /&gt;- Ginny (ooh... she joins them on their adventure and gets more lines. I hope this is foreshadowing for a bigger role)&lt;br /&gt;- Neville (I cannot stress how much I think Neville rules. Oh yes, his parents too, although all they did was... Anyway, there's some stuff about Neville waiting to be found out. He actually seems to be shrouded in secrecy)&lt;br /&gt;- Gred and Forge (WOOHOO!!! These people RULE!!! They put me into a rebellious mood. VERY good to be in a rebellious mood. I like being in a rebellious mood.)&lt;br /&gt;- McGonagall (wheeeeeee... She really is great in this book. I like the way she 'quarrels' with the new DADA professor. Very good. She can retort very nicely *applauds*)&lt;br /&gt;- Ron&lt;br /&gt;- Snape (or should I say Snivellus *ponders*)&lt;br /&gt;- Ginny's friend who is introduced in this book&lt;br /&gt;- all the other people who joined the DA, except for any stated below (I didn't tell you what it is, so no spoiler there)&lt;br /&gt;- Dumbledore&lt;br /&gt;- Trelawny (for once, yes. I just sort of liked her much better in this book)&lt;br /&gt;- everyone in the Order&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And a couple of people to whom I would like to say 'YOU SUCK!!! *blech*' (no hard feelings, people who like this character):&lt;br /&gt;- Cho (who goes around crying like a sprinkler. I really can't stand her. She's being a complete prat. I never liked her from the second she came into the book. Ick.) and her friend who has a bad case of spots (go read the book and understand)&lt;br /&gt;- the new DADA (looks weird in acronyms) professor (but she'll get her pay-back when everyone in school gives her HELL!!! *squees like a fangirl* Trust me on this. She will REALLY start to irritate you and everyone in the book except for Filch and the MoM. But she gets her PAYBACK!!! MUHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA)&lt;br /&gt;- Filch (don't we all?)&lt;br /&gt;- Cornelius Fudge (he gets better though)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trust me, Snape is worth liking. SNAPE RULES!!! And you get to find out a bit more about how Snape was treated in Hogwarts. I'm sure Claire's love for him will be rekindled. YOU BAD PEOPLE WHO HATE SNAPE!!! Claire found that very nice picture of Snape so that was... good. Anyway, oh my gosh... There is so much I want to say. I feel like blurting out the spoilers one by one, all in a row. *resists temptaion* Umm... So... Oh yes, my FAVOURITE part of the book was those rebellious moments when... well, when people rebelled and that bit about Snape's family tree. Because of... *ahem* &lt;i&gt;complications&lt;/i&gt;, Cassandra Claire's fan-fic, the Holy Draco Trilogy (as some people call it. I simply omit the 'Holy') is &lt;i&gt;definitely&lt;/i&gt; going into Alternative Universe (AU) status. Blah blah... Must go browse the FictionAlley OotP discussing boards now. No time to chat. Byeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5254313-96019720?l=rapsewdee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5254313/posts/default/96019720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5254313/posts/default/96019720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rapsewdee.blogspot.com/2003_06_22_archive.html#96019720' title=''/><author><name>Davina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12305925772717897540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5254313.post-95935880</id><published>2003-06-22T22:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-06-22T22:43:39.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>WTF... Those dentists at the school's dental clinic must be prejudiced against me. They set my appointment at 8.40 am while that idiot Liza's was at 1 something in the afternoon. Unfair!!! So anyway, the dentist said something like 'Hmm... Your teeth are very good. You floss everyday, right?' And actually, I don't floss everyday. But I lied anyway, and nodded. I floss every once in a while. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wrote a &lt;i&gt;very&lt;/i&gt; long entry yesterday about my 'sister' but when I published it, it didn't show up on the blog. Feck you blogger. Anyway, I saved the entry into a Word document. All that ranting did me good, so now i'm not that angry anymore, even though I can't stand the fact that that woman would bring the book everywhere with her just to keep me from reading. FECK HER!!! I was on page 102 when she took the book back. Damn.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5254313-95935880?l=rapsewdee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5254313/posts/default/95935880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5254313/posts/default/95935880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rapsewdee.blogspot.com/2003_06_22_archive.html#95935880' title=''/><author><name>Davina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12305925772717897540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5254313.post-95885755</id><published>2003-06-20T22:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-06-20T22:49:14.776-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>WHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so bloody happy right now. Reasons being:&lt;br /&gt;- went to see 'Finding Nemo' yesterday&lt;br /&gt;- finished all the Artemis Fowl books&lt;br /&gt;- bought Linkin Park's 'Reanimation' CD&lt;br /&gt;- bought 'The Magical World of Harry Potter' (or something like that)&lt;br /&gt;- i'm only a Science book behind Claire&lt;br /&gt;- and of course, 'ORDER OF THE PHOENIX' IS OUT!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, must work extra hard today to find a newspaper clipping (or two) for either the newspaper report and composition or the newspaper report 'feelings' thing (or both). And Claire (as well as Athena actually) has this secret that happened in Bintan that she just won't tell me. Oh wait, she just told me. OK. Good. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5254313-95885755?l=rapsewdee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5254313/posts/default/95885755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5254313/posts/default/95885755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rapsewdee.blogspot.com/2003_06_15_archive.html#95885755' title=''/><author><name>Davina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12305925772717897540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5254313.post-95791771</id><published>2003-06-18T07:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-06-18T07:39:54.036-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Nooooooooooooooooo... I'm a lazy, sneaky and antisocial bitch. Seriously. I've been lazing around for yesterday and today, and I REALLY need to get more work done. This is what I have left to do so far:&lt;br /&gt;- Science PSLE book&lt;br /&gt;- Chinese PSLE book&lt;br /&gt;- 1 chinese compo and a chinese newspaper report&lt;br /&gt;- HCL and chinese mock papers (shut up Claire)&lt;br /&gt;- 2 chinese weekend 'diary entries'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See? I'm soooooo lazy. ARGH!!! OK, I don't care. I'm going to finish the chinese mock paper today. Tomorrow:&lt;br /&gt;- as much of science PSLE book as possible&lt;br /&gt;- newspaper report&lt;br /&gt;- HCL mock paper&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, I'll have to find a way to finish everything except 1 'diary entry' by this week. Then next week, I have to slog my guts out studying. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Darn that lao shi. SO MUCH BLOODY HOMEWORK!!! WTF WTF!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5254313-95791771?l=rapsewdee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5254313/posts/default/95791771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5254313/posts/default/95791771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rapsewdee.blogspot.com/2003_06_15_archive.html#95791771' title=''/><author><name>Davina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12305925772717897540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5254313.post-95782095</id><published>2003-06-17T23:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-06-17T23:32:52.006-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Am happy and pissed right now. Happy because finally, Claire has learnt the art of 'posting longer entries' in her blog. Ranting is FUN!!! Pissed because my sis bailed out on me so I couldn't go watch 'Finding Nemo'. Nevermind, though, because i'm going to watch it myself tomorrow. Muhahahaha... Anyway, yes, yes, my fic that bloody soppy thing. Still don't know whether i'm going to post it on any fan-fic website. But I don't think so, and I won't let anyone read it either. Decided to adapt the flashbacks in this fic into another one, but don't worry, Draco won't die. HOW COULD HE?! *blinks* Anyway, still waiting for a plot bunny to hit me. The Four Heirs thingie is very done already. It isn't original. Y'know? Ginny the Hufflepuff heir, Harry the Gryffindor heir, Draco the Slytherin heir and Hermione the Ravenclaw heir. Argh. And I don't want a short fic. I need something longer and worthy of schnoogle.com status. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHERE ARE THE PLOT BUNNIES?!?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5254313-95782095?l=rapsewdee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5254313/posts/default/95782095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5254313/posts/default/95782095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rapsewdee.blogspot.com/2003_06_15_archive.html#95782095' title=''/><author><name>Davina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12305925772717897540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5254313.post-95755107</id><published>2003-06-17T08:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-06-17T08:02:46.696-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I cannot stand myself. I spent most of today working on a really soppy fan-fic which is worthy of Astronomy Tower status at fictionalley.org. It's currently 6 pages long in Times New Roman 12 point font, and I still have some more to go. I have no idea what came over me, but I suddenly remembered a fic where Draco was dead, and Ginny was at the cemetery, reminiscing when he had still been alive. So I did that. And it's darn soppy. I'll probably never publish it on any site though. Make me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5254313-95755107?l=rapsewdee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5254313/posts/default/95755107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5254313/posts/default/95755107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rapsewdee.blogspot.com/2003_06_15_archive.html#95755107' title=''/><author><name>Davina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12305925772717897540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5254313.post-95744519</id><published>2003-06-16T23:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-06-16T23:24:50.850-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I think I have as many blogs as Claire has emails. I'm starting to lose track. Of course, I don't update in all of them. Am having MAJOR writer's block. No inspiration at all. Aaaaaaaaa... The D/G fic is going OK though. Felt like writing a conversation between Helga Hufflepuff and Godric Gryffindor yesterday, but I couldn't even get a good introduction started. Shitty-shit. I can't remember how Cassandra Claire starts those dreams which everyone has. I seem to be referring to her fan-fic a lot. Hannah writes good fan-fics too. So to summarise this paragraph, I have writer's block and can't seem to even start on a scene properly. It's just that whatever I write doesn't seem perfect enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, I don't have to go and watch 'Finding Nemo' on my own. I'm going to Cathay Orchard with my sis on Wednesday, then we're going to Borders! Woohoo! Have to go find some inspiration now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5254313-95744519?l=rapsewdee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5254313/posts/default/95744519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5254313/posts/default/95744519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rapsewdee.blogspot.com/2003_06_15_archive.html#95744519' title=''/><author><name>Davina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12305925772717897540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5254313.post-95713050</id><published>2003-06-16T05:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-06-16T05:00:20.860-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>WTF WTF... Everyone is slowly trickling into Bintan and staying at Club Med. First Alyssa, then Claire and Athena, now Natalie! Aaaaaaaa... I'll probably only be able to go there in December, so i'll die so cold and lonely in school... OK, maybe not. Anyway, am in a bit of a good mood because I finally did some of my homework and all my English is done. I'm damn pissed with Lao Shi though. Soooo much bloody homework. Argh. Being the loner that I am, I have to watch 'Finding Nemo' on my own. My sister said that I &lt;i&gt;have&lt;/i&gt; to watch it, so I will. I knew I should have watched 'Finding Nemo' during the shopping trip, instead of 'Bruce Almighty'. It was sucky. I was probably the only one who wanted to watch 'Finding Nemo' there. Trust my taste, people!!! OK, so anyway, yeah. Probably 'Reloaded' too. Feck it. I'll feel so weird going to the movies on my own. Damn the world.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5254313-95713050?l=rapsewdee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5254313/posts/default/95713050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5254313/posts/default/95713050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rapsewdee.blogspot.com/2003_06_15_archive.html#95713050' title=''/><author><name>Davina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12305925772717897540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5254313.post-95656781</id><published>2003-06-14T02:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-06-14T02:05:15.160-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My friend was talking about this a while ago during the sleep-over but only after listening carefully to 'Run Away' by Linkin Park did I really realise it. Chester Bennington really &lt;i&gt;can&lt;/i&gt; scream at perfect pitch. It's so hard to scream in control. You go tone-deaf, your voice goes hay-wire and out of control. I'm sorry, I just had to type that. I'm feeling really slack-ish right now, but i'll start on my homework soon. I promise! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now, a quote from Liza's blog: was reading jass's minilog.. they went to east coast park.. i wanted to go... sounded so damn fun.. wish i went tho mu lao hu was there -.- *curses* *complains*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, yes. Eat your heart out. And by the way, you are &lt;i&gt;seriously&lt;/i&gt; outdated if you still call me that nickname. Wasn't it Claire who gave it to me? Well, not my fault. She used to go around stealing my stuff. Don't think I've forgotten... MUHAHAHA...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry, another demented moment. So that's all then, and i'll try not to come online later. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5254313-95656781?l=rapsewdee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5254313/posts/default/95656781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5254313/posts/default/95656781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rapsewdee.blogspot.com/2003_06_08_archive.html#95656781' title=''/><author><name>Davina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12305925772717897540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5254313.post-95655219</id><published>2003-06-14T00:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-06-14T00:07:26.230-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I have lots of lists to make. A list of the lists I need to make, a homework list, a to-do list, a blog expansion list, etc. Eee... A blog isn't good enough, I need a whole website. And I &lt;i&gt;really&lt;/i&gt; need to get started on my homework.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/1034037974_nalitygeek.jpg" border="0" alt=""&gt;&lt;br&gt;Geek&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/theandrea/quizzes/What's%20Your%20Personality%20Type%3F/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;What's Your Personality Type?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/K/Kanemitsu/1036685256_pic-redhat.jpg" border="0" alt="You wanna kill Avril"&gt;&lt;br&gt;Avril  Lavigne, she's a disgrace to your kind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/Kanemitsu/quizzes/%20What%20annoying%20Celebrity%20would%20you%20most%20likely%20wanna%20kill%3F/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt; What annoying Celebrity would you most likely wanna kill?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/C/Cycophant/1034645791_turesswiss.gif" border="0" alt="Switzerland"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;Switzerland&lt;/b&gt; -&lt;br /&gt;A neutral power for as long as most can remember,&lt;br&gt;it has avoided war for several centuries.&lt;br&gt;However, it is still considered highly advanced&lt;br&gt;and a global power.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;Positives:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Judicial.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neutrality.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;World-Renouned.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Powerful without Force.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Makes Excellent Watches, Etc.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Negatives:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Target of Ridicule.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Constant Struggle to Avoid Conflict.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Target of Criminal Bank Accounts.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/Cycophant/quizzes/Which%20Country%20of%20the%20World%20are%20You%3F/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;Which Country of the World are You?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/trinitykills/quizzes/What%20Linkin%20Park%2FMeteora%20Song%20Are%20You%3F/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/T/trinitykills/1050704855_resQuizSIB.jpg" border="0" alt="You are "Somewhere I Belong", track #3 from "Meteora"- You aren't quite angry, not quite depressed, but you're definitely out there looking for something."&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;What Linkin Park/Meteora Song Are You?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/5254313-95655219?l=rapsewdee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5254313/posts/default/95655219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5254313/posts/default/95655219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rapsewdee.blogspot.com/2003_06_08_archive.html#95655219' title=''/><author><name>Davina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12305925772717897540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5254313.post-95622945</id><published>2003-06-13T02:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-06-13T02:14:16.950-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>All right, i've sort of got over that antisocial issue. Was re-reading Draco Sinister yesterday, paying special attention to the bits of interaction between Draco and Ginny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my room, I have a cupboard which I have officially nick-named the Shrine. But not really. I've filled it with all my Lord of the Rings memorabilla (don't know whether the spelling's correct) like my big fat hard-back edition of the books, some magazines with LotR on the cover, etc. I know i'm crazy. Whatever. Oh shit, that was preppy. Anyway, am feeling very slack-ish and lazy because I haven't done much of my homework. I'm going to find a way to finish it all this week. So today I have to finish:&lt;br /&gt;- all English homework&lt;br /&gt;- a Chinese newspaper report&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe i'll do a bit more because there isn't much English homework and the newspaper report will take only about 15 minutes to half an hour. I really, really want to sleep-over again and stay up all night gambling and playing card games, before finally collapsing of exhaustion at 5 am or something. The ironic thing was Huishi kept on asking us all not to sleep, but in the end everyone slept, and she slept the longest. Anyway, she was really tired. So blah that's all, going to continue writing my Snippets now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5254313-95622945?l=rapsewdee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5254313/posts/default/95622945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5254313/posts/default/95622945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rapsewdee.blogspot.com/2003_06_08_archive.html#95622945' title=''/><author><name>Davina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12305925772717897540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5254313.post-95599915</id><published>2003-06-12T11:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-06-12T11:46:42.160-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's exactly 2.30 am in Singapore if you wanted to know. And I can stay up this late and use the computer why? Because my parents don't give a damn. I am such a fecking antisocial freak. Really. The other time I told this to Claire and Wanting they called me a prep, but i'm an antisocial at heart! I mean, half the people on my MSN list have been blocked because I just have no desire to chat with them! During recess at school I don't even eat my breakfast and for the last week of school, i've just been staying back in class and slaving away, working on my math file. Everyone else has a life, everyone else goes and eats during recess, everyone else has so many bloody contacts on MSN (not that I really want that though). Argh. And the problem so bloody lies with me, because I hate one-on-one chats, that's why sometimes I block Ben because I know i'll feel awkward in a conversation with him because I have nothing to chat about. And seriously, that guy is pissing me off. Sometimes i'm a bitch and I just want to be left alone and not talk to anyone, and that's why i'm an antisocial at heart! Sure, I told Claire that I love to shop, but that doesn't prove anything! And puh-lease this is not some desperate cry for attention. A blog's supposed to be a diary, and this is just what I feel like saying. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that was abrupt, but what the feck. Been writing some fan-fic today. Snippets of it, really. Finished Draco Veritas Chapter 13 and I can't believe it took me THAT long to figure out that there were two You-Know-Whos, being Tom Riddle and Voldemort. What an idiot. Worked on a snippet of a scene with the Four Founders. Still on the second paragraph, which has no plot so far, only description. But i'm very proud of my description. Although it may be- who am I kidding, it IS long-winded. I just write like that and I get carried away. A whole lot of crap about snow and stuff. Was also looking through some photos, which my mom keeps in a huge box under the computer table. Am thinking of compiling my favourite photos into a photo albulm, the sentimental bitch that I am. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to the antisocial business. As I was saying, I can't stand one-on-one chats. I have a phobia of them, really. There are some people whom I find so easy to chat to, like Natalie and sometimes Claire and of course Huishi. But I felt really awkward chatting to El today, and feck Ben, someone. You know, I have a real desire to see Ben hooked up with a certain someone. Not me of course, I can't stand him. Banish the thought, you perverse imbecile moron.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5254313-95599915?l=rapsewdee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5254313/posts/default/95599915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5254313/posts/default/95599915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rapsewdee.blogspot.com/2003_06_08_archive.html#95599915' title=''/><author><name>Davina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12305925772717897540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5254313.post-95542831</id><published>2003-06-11T02:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-06-11T02:41:43.843-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yay! The sleep-over was so bloody fun. I wanna sleep-over again. We stayed up all night until around 4.30 am when 4 people (myself included) finally slept. But I might as well have stayed up all night like the other people considering the fact that I woke up at 6 am. What the hell. But the best was when we came back from the amusement park and were playing cards. I love playing cards. And bloody Claire can shuffle so well. Damn. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5254313-95542831?l=rapsewdee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5254313/posts/default/95542831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5254313/posts/default/95542831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rapsewdee.blogspot.com/2003_06_08_archive.html#95542831' title=''/><author><name>Davina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12305925772717897540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5254313.post-95188114</id><published>2003-06-02T05:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-06-02T05:43:18.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/T/trinitykills/1052702439_esQuiz3neo.jpg" border="0" alt="You are Neo"&gt;&lt;br&gt;You are Neo, from "The Matrix." You&lt;br&gt;display a perfect fusion of heroism and&lt;br&gt;compassion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/trinitykills/quizzes/What%20Matrix%20Persona%20Are%20You%3F/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;What Matrix Persona Are You?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay... Neo rules! You should really take this quiz. It's rated one of the best in Quizilla. Anyway, dear readers of my blog. Do I seem preppy? As in... You know, air-headed, only cares about clothes and boys. Because i'm really not like that at all, but I want to know the kind of image i'm creating. Claire tells me i'm a prep. I tell her she's a preppy jock. So just decide. Am I a prep?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got this from a blog. Some blog. Forgot which blog. You're supposed to type out the whole alphabet and type out the first word that comes to mind when you think about that alphabet:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a- acrobat&lt;br /&gt;b- bombastic&lt;br /&gt;c- crime&lt;br /&gt;d- drench&lt;br /&gt;e- &lt;a href="http://www.rhymezone.com/r/rhyme.cgi?Word=elk&amp;typeofrhyme=def&amp;org1=syl&amp;org2=l"&gt;elk&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;f- fish&lt;br /&gt;g- grate&lt;br /&gt;h- Hell&lt;br /&gt;i- impish&lt;br /&gt;j- jaw&lt;br /&gt;k- &lt;a href="http://www.rhymezone.com/r/rhyme.cgi?Word=kale&amp;typeofrhyme=def&amp;org1=syl&amp;org2=l"&gt;kale&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;l- limp&lt;br /&gt;m- Morpheus&lt;br /&gt;n- &lt;a href="http://www.rhymezone.com/r/rhyme.cgi?Word=normalcy&amp;typeofrhyme=def&amp;org1=syl&amp;org2=l"&gt;normalcy&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o- operation&lt;br /&gt;p- prissy&lt;br /&gt;q- qwerty&lt;br /&gt;r- rash&lt;br /&gt;s- stupendous&lt;br /&gt;t- terror&lt;br /&gt;u- Uric the Oddball&lt;br /&gt;v- volleyball&lt;br /&gt;w- wham&lt;br /&gt;x- x men&lt;br /&gt;y- yessiree&lt;br /&gt;z- zilch&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/5254313-95188114?l=rapsewdee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5254313/posts/default/95188114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5254313/posts/default/95188114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rapsewdee.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#95188114' title=''/><author><name>Davina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12305925772717897540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5254313.post-95145632</id><published>2003-06-01T00:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-06-01T00:20:43.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://atypically.net/hp/lesser.shtml" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://atypically.net/hp/images/parvati.jpg" alt="[i'm parvati patil!]" border="0" width="250" height="100" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://atypically.net/hp/lesser.shtml" target="_blank"&gt;...and which lesser Harry Potter character are &lt;i&gt;you&lt;/i&gt;?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hell no, now I sound preppy, which I am NOT. I'm either a nerd, or a social outcast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/1034019575_turesqdesc.jpg" border="0" alt=""&gt;&lt;br&gt;You are a descriptive writer. An avid reader of&lt;br&gt;Robert Frost, perhaps, you LOVE to use flowery&lt;br&gt;words and use the paper and pen as your canvas&lt;br&gt;and paintbrush. You prefer to paint a mental&lt;br&gt;image rather than simply toy around with&lt;br&gt;people's minds. A very inspired person, you&lt;br&gt;love to be in nature and usually are a very&lt;br&gt;outdoorsy type of person. A writer with a&lt;br&gt;natural green thumb, perhaps?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/shrike/quizzes/What's%20YOUR%20Writing%20Style%3F/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;What's YOUR Writing Style?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is kind of true, ever since Miss Tan drilled all that stuff about how important description is into my brain. Painting a picture is the only way to write. And now I sound philosophical.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/T/theredrocker/1044310435_ginnyquiz.JPG" border="0" alt="You are Ginny Weasley"&gt;&lt;br&gt;You are Ginny Weasley&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/theredrocker/quizzes/Which%20Draco%20Trilogy%20Character%20Are%20You%3F/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;Which Draco Trilogy Character Are You?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't already posted this quiz here, have I? Anyway, I swear I didn't cheat or anything. I just took the quiz as truthfully as I could. And yay, i'm Ginny!!! Oh, joy and bliss...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, just in case you didn't notice, there's a new layout. I kind of think it's OK, since I was not looking for anything too fancy. I don't need pictures or anything, just a good and simple colours. I don't know whether i'm happy with this colour scheme yet so I think i'll be experimenting a little. I took another quiz, but when I posted the picture, it didn't work. It's &lt;a href="http://crazylicious.com/hpquiz"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; by the way, and I got Draco, which doesn't really make sense because if i'm Draco, then how can I like him? Hmm...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5254313-95145632?l=rapsewdee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5254313/posts/default/95145632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5254313/posts/default/95145632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rapsewdee.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#95145632' title=''/><author><name>Davina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12305925772717897540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5254313.post-95113953</id><published>2003-05-31T00:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-31T20:45:14.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://pages.prodigy.net/fammagallon/hp"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pages.prodigy.net/fammagallon/hp/ship_dg.gif" alt="by MagicalObizuth"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://pages.prodigy.net/fammagallon/hp"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pages.prodigy.net/fammagallon/hp/house_sly.gif" alt="by MagicalObizuth"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://pages.prodigy.net/fammagallon/hp"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pages.prodigy.net/fammagallon/hp/fri_ginny.gif" alt="by MagicalObizuth"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://pages.prodigy.net/fammagallon/hp"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pages.prodigy.net/fammagallon/hp/heart_draco.gif" alt="by MagicalObizuth"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://atypically.net/hp/hetquiz.shtml" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://atypically.net/hp/images/dracoginny.jpg" alt="[draco + ginny]" border="0" width="300" height="175" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://my.raex.com/~bbenedet/perian/PEFLegolas02.jpg"&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Legolas is my fancy!&lt;BR&gt;What's your fancy? Click &lt;A HREF="http://my.raex.com/~bbenedet/perian/perianmeleth.html"&gt;here&lt;/A&gt; and tell the world!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.sugar-rain.net/tests/harrypotterquiz.html" target=a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.sugar-rain.net/tests/ginny.jpg" border=0&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/5254313-95113953?l=rapsewdee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5254313/posts/default/95113953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5254313/posts/default/95113953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rapsewdee.blogspot.com/2003_05_25_archive.html#95113953' title=''/><author><name>Davina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12305925772717897540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5254313.post-95076088</id><published>2003-05-30T04:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-06-01T00:24:36.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>YAHOO!!! After a whole week and 2 days of continous studying, the exams are finally over! I realy intend to enjoy myself until the June holidays come, because i'll have to study for the Prelims and PSLE. Not much happened today, except that I got pissed with very single person in 6Q and 6R and Alyssa. Don't ask me why. Just happened. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Question of the day: Does beta carotene turn things yellow (or orange, whatever)?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5254313-95076088?l=rapsewdee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5254313/posts/default/95076088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5254313/posts/default/95076088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rapsewdee.blogspot.com/2003_05_25_archive.html#95076088' title=''/><author><name>Davina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12305925772717897540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5254313.post-94889962</id><published>2003-05-26T01:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-26T01:52:50.663-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OH MY GOSH. THOSE SICK FRIENDS OF MINE. Everyone in school is obsessed about Ben. Really. The other time in the Yellow Cafe, majority of the dares had something to do about Ben. On another note, today I was telling Alyssa about Draco:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Davina: Draco Malfoy looks great in leather trousers.&lt;br /&gt;Alyssa: ...&lt;br /&gt;Davina: Really!&lt;br /&gt;Alyssa: OK... Where do you look?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SEE WHAT I MEAN?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I absolutely loved Maths today because there was no Maths. Alyssa (again!) offered Mr. Teo one of her 'Super Lemon' sweets at the start of the lesson. He started going on about how the sweet was like his life, very sour. He said that by giving him this sweet, she was trying to persuade him that his life was so horrible so that he would kill himself. Something about it being very cruel to give him the sweet. Then Claire G. came in and started talking about 'wallowing in self-pity'. He just kept going on about how sad his life was. They (Alyssa, Claire, Joyce, Kimberly K.) figured it had something to do with his self-image (he's fat) so they referred him to Marie France Bodyline. Sheesh. Then he took a piece of paper and used his infamous purple pen to draw two dots and a curved line a.k.a. a smiley face. He asked us what it was so we just said smiley face. But he said, "Can't you see that it's two dots and a line?" Then he started telling us that we thought he was sarcastic because we ourselves are sarcastic and that we want him to be sarcastic. No sense, really. So we spent the whole lesson counselling him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5254313-94889962?l=rapsewdee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5254313/posts/default/94889962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5254313/posts/default/94889962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rapsewdee.blogspot.com/2003_05_25_archive.html#94889962' title=''/><author><name>Davina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12305925772717897540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5254313.post-94826497</id><published>2003-05-24T06:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-24T07:40:48.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/M/McTabby/1040841208_Rhysenn.gif" border="0" alt="Rhysenn Malfoy from Draco Veritas by Cassandra Claire"&gt;&lt;br&gt;Dr. R. Malfoy, Ph.D. in Contemporary Demonology&lt;br&gt;from Oxford. Author of the best-selling&lt;br&gt;"Dress to Express Your Inner Demon".&lt;br&gt;Hobbies: gardening and yoga. Single.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;I&gt;My unmentioned secret&lt;/I&gt;: I nearly broke up the&lt;br&gt;Flamels' marriage in the 18th Century. Oops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;I&gt;Likely fate&lt;/I&gt;: Cloned and distributed as a&lt;br&gt;free attachment with every Malfoy in every fic&lt;br&gt;everywhere. Much amused by resulting fandom&lt;br&gt;chaos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;Draco Veritas&lt;/B&gt; by Cassandra Claire [R,&lt;br&gt;WiP]&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.schnoogle.com/authorLinks/Cassandra_Claire/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/McTabby/quizzes/Which%20Potterverse%20OC%20Are%20You%3F/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;Which Potterverse OC Are You?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm flattered. But she was sort of a bitch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/G/goddess112/1036991998_ginnyship1.jpg" border="0" alt="Draco and Ginny"&gt;&lt;br&gt;You are a Draco &amp; Ginny Shipper!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/goddess112/quizzes/!!!~What%20Harry%20Potter%20Fan%20Fic%20Ship%20Are%20You%3F~!!!/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;!!!~What Harry Potter Fan Fic Ship Are You?~!!!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK fine, I formulated my answers. But my favourite HP ship really is D/G anyway. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/S/Starrfish/1034376704_oSlytherin.jpg" border="0" alt="Draco Malfoy, the INCREDIBLE bouncing ferret.  "&gt;&lt;br&gt;You are Draco!  Draco Malfoy.  You are the&lt;br&gt;embodiment of a good Slytherin (good&lt;br&gt;Slytherins?  Oxymoron, anyone?) in so many&lt;br&gt;ways.  And you are a Malfoy.  You were a&lt;br&gt;Slytherin before Slytherin was a Slytherin,&lt;br&gt;weren't you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/Starrfish/quizzes/Which%20Slytherin%20Are%20YOU%3F%20/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;Which Slytherin Are YOU? &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love this quiz ^^&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/5254313-94826497?l=rapsewdee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5254313/posts/default/94826497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5254313/posts/default/94826497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rapsewdee.blogspot.com/2003_05_18_archive.html#94826497' title=''/><author><name>Davina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12305925772717897540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5254313.post-94824393</id><published>2003-05-24T05:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-24T05:20:58.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I. Am. Pissed. With. Those. X-Men. Impersonators.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ignore that subject for a while. Oh gawd. Do you know what the temperature is in India? I don't usually pay attention to this, but it's 50 degrees Celsius over there. There was a picture of a parched, cracked and so damn completely dried out plot of land on the front of The Straits Times Asia. I mean, just thinking about it makes me feel uncomfortable. You know when you see lots of insects crawling around? Same feeling. It was so cracked up. Eew.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5254313-94824393?l=rapsewdee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5254313/posts/default/94824393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5254313/posts/default/94824393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rapsewdee.blogspot.com/2003_05_18_archive.html#94824393' title=''/><author><name>Davina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12305925772717897540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5254313.post-94729057</id><published>2003-05-22T02:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-22T02:22:07.156-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I think I seemed a bit sympathetic towards Teo Guy the other day. Did I? Well anyway, I am so pissed with him today, which is weird because he didn't do anything to me. Wanting, Natalie, Jasmine and Huishi were dissing him during lunch at a cafe today. They all have bad experiences with him some how or rather but I haven't. Have no idea why. This might be a biased point of view but I never realised how badly that guy treats other students. Nothing big happened in our class before with Teo Guy. But all my friends said he's prejudiced against them. Like how he put their mock papers on the visualiser and floor so everyone could see the marks. I don't know... But whatever it is, we're only obliged to respect teachers as much as they respect us.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5254313-94729057?l=rapsewdee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5254313/posts/default/94729057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5254313/posts/default/94729057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rapsewdee.blogspot.com/2003_05_18_archive.html#94729057' title=''/><author><name>Davina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12305925772717897540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5254313.post-94628190</id><published>2003-05-20T04:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-20T04:44:24.316-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm going to try and write better from now onwards. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This has been quite evident for a while, but ohmigosh, my friends are so darn boy crazy. Have you seen Claire's list of bishies? And what she intends to do to Draco Malfoy? What about Amanda trying for a legolas_greenleaf@hotmail.com account. Or Alyssa managing to turn most of what I say into Orlando Bloom. And of course, Calyn pronouncing 'six' as... well you know what other word. I really shouldn't be writing about this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exams are looming in on us. Next week is complete and utter CHAOS as well as HORROR. A whole week of non-stop exams. I have so much to do, but I have to push it all to the December holidays, as I have written before. And I intend to get some really good books. I'm so desperate that i've resorted to sneaking books from my sister's bedroom when she's not in. 'Life of Pi' being the most &lt;i&gt;chim&lt;/i&gt; book i've read so far. And everyone should read the dictionary once in a while. Really. No, i'm not a freak. And no, it's not because i'm in the GEP. Even our teachers don't ask us to do this, but it's really interesting. All sorts of new words. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, as this entry shows, not much happening lately. Only more talking-tos by Mr. Teo. The whole class got some lecture by him today. But he wasn't that angry. He was more disappointed, even. And disappoinment is actually a far-worse reaction than anger. He was asking us what he needs to do to gain our respect. So there, the end of my boring day. Go ahead and yawn. No offense taken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5254313-94628190?l=rapsewdee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5254313/posts/default/94628190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5254313/posts/default/94628190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rapsewdee.blogspot.com/2003_05_18_archive.html#94628190' title=''/><author><name>Davina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12305925772717897540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5254313.post-94490945</id><published>2003-05-17T01:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-17T01:00:34.940-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>From now onwards, I'll only blog when something has happened, because a normal day in my life isn't interesting. So actually, nothing much happened today. I have a TON of homework, but something's keeping me from getting suicidal. I sooooo need to expand this blog, but it's gonna take quite a while. Mid-term exams are coming up, and I really need to get started on studying. I'll be pushing all my leisurely activities to the end-of-year holidays, so I will also have quite a lot to do then. Oh yay, I love lists! Here's what i;m gonna do during the December holidays:&lt;br /&gt;- expand this site&lt;br /&gt;- write some fan-fic&lt;br /&gt;- go shopping&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whenever something comes to mind, i'll add it to this list. So there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5254313-94490945?l=rapsewdee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5254313/posts/default/94490945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5254313/posts/default/94490945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rapsewdee.blogspot.com/2003_05_11_archive.html#94490945' title=''/><author><name>Davina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12305925772717897540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5254313.post-94456037</id><published>2003-05-16T09:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-16T09:09:50.480-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's quite late now in Singapore. 12.07 am. I have just been inspired greatly by a certain other blog. I'm gonna do a lot more expanding on this blog, hopefully with more pages. But I have no idea where I can do that. So, yeah, my brain is brimming with ideas right now. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5254313-94456037?l=rapsewdee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5254313/posts/default/94456037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5254313/posts/default/94456037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rapsewdee.blogspot.com/2003_05_11_archive.html#94456037' title=''/><author><name>Davina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12305925772717897540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5254313.post-94322602</id><published>2003-05-14T04:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-14T04:39:18.430-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Crap. Yes I know, haven't blogged for a long time. Everytime I get started on an entry, the family members start walking around, and I don't want them to see what i'm typing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, went to see X-Men 2 on Friday. It was really, really good. Much sadder than X-Men, much darker, but much more fun. It's just like the Lord of the Rings. In the first movie, you have a lot of explaining to do. But in the second movie, you just do whatever you want, as long as the story goes on. I'll try not to reveal any spoilers here. Alyssa so totally ADORES Nightcrawler. She imitates Alan Cumming's (Nightcrawler) accent which he used in the movie, all day.Yeah... so... THAT'S ALL!!! What's happened to my life! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the throne where Rogue, carrot juice, LOTR, Cookie Dough ice cream and elves rule,&lt;br /&gt;Davina&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5254313-94322602?l=rapsewdee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5254313/posts/default/94322602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5254313/posts/default/94322602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rapsewdee.blogspot.com/2003_05_11_archive.html#94322602' title=''/><author><name>Davina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12305925772717897540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5254313.post-93981693</id><published>2003-05-08T03:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-08T03:02:50.770-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Feeling sort of pissed and sad right now. I suck very much at Maths and Chinese. Of course, this will slowly spread to other subjects. I have absolutely got to work harder at Maths. Everyone is so good at Maths except me. Sorry, too pissed to write any more.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5254313-93981693?l=rapsewdee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5254313/posts/default/93981693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5254313/posts/default/93981693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rapsewdee.blogspot.com/2003_05_04_archive.html#93981693' title=''/><author><name>Davina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12305925772717897540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5254313.post-93928895</id><published>2003-05-07T07:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-07T07:35:41.570-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Shite. Tomorrow's our small Chinese test. It was small but I tried to study as hard as I could and I feel so... good. I read through my whole Chinese notebook and I even wrote down the sentences for sentence-forming words. But heck, tests are boring. Why am I writing about them...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesdays are when everyone stays back for a little Math and Chinese supplementary, so we usually hang out during lunch. It's surprising really, how our school is divided by popularity. Forgive me if i'm wrong, but that seems to happen only in American schools. Today, though, Hannah and Alyssa started the 'Social Outcast' group. I'm not Social, but not a Social Outcast either, so I didn't join, but neither did I join the Socials. But I was hanging out with Hannah and Alyssa. So, they were choosing Maths terms as their nicknames. Hannah was Pi, you know, 3.14. Alyssa was Eternity (which should actually be Infinity), but Hannah found it too long and so called her E. So together, they're Pie. Afterwards, Calyn joined and her nickname was C (we're straying from Maths terms, here). Then Claire (Goh) joined and became Cla.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there you have it... Our popularity-divided GEP cohort. And did I mention we had a Jungvolk session today? We're studying Friedrich for English, and we re-enacted a Jungvolk session. Miss Tan made us make Swastika arm-bands to wear. I didn't support the Nazis so right after the activity, I crushed up my arm-band and tore it up beyind recognition. And this isn't a political statement for Heaven's sakes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5254313-93928895?l=rapsewdee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5254313/posts/default/93928895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5254313/posts/default/93928895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rapsewdee.blogspot.com/2003_05_04_archive.html#93928895' title=''/><author><name>Davina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12305925772717897540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5254313.post-93793507</id><published>2003-05-05T04:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-05T04:10:01.410-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Wow. I actually really had an asthma attack today. But don't worry, it wasn't that bad. I didn't even have difficulty breathing. I was just making this throaty breathing noise because something REALLY funny happened. Hmm... Everyone wanted to find out why I was tearing up and banging my desk. Anyway, got another sick joke from Claire Goh today. It's like some kind of... daily past-time. Just while the hours away by telling sick jokes. Adults just wouldn't know how corrupted our generation is. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, guess what. Calyn kicked me out of her will. Calyn the 11-year-old (12 in 5 days) has a will. Gawd. And she was really the living-dead in school today, because her mother found out that she had done *something* (not anything sick) and banned her from the TV, Internet, phone and radio. Her only salvation is the handphone. Poor kid. She was planning her death and she came up with the ol' stick-yer-head-in-da-oven. She kicked me out of her will because i'm an X-Men freak. She said I didn't know anything about X-Men, but was talking about it the whole day. Which is true, really. But I wasn't pretending to know anything. I was just talking about the mutants with Alyssa and Kimberley. I wasn't trying to correct anyone. In fact, i'm sad of the fact that I haven't even finished the Lord of the Rings trilogy. Sorry, don't kill me. I'll do it during the December holidays, though. Not the June ones, because I have to do some serious studying. So I suppose I'll try not to talk about X-Men right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes. Was reading some where that downloading songs on the Internet is sort of a crime. I never really thought too much about it. But if you consider it, downloading songs on the Internet is a form of piracy. Oh shite. Some actions will definitely be taken against this. Soon we'll have no more music! Never mind, I have 134 songs to last me. I'd advise you to download whatever songs you want to and stop procrastinating, though.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5254313-93793507?l=rapsewdee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5254313/posts/default/93793507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5254313/posts/default/93793507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rapsewdee.blogspot.com/2003_05_04_archive.html#93793507' title=''/><author><name>Davina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12305925772717897540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5254313.post-93696837</id><published>2003-05-03T01:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-03T01:35:43.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yeah, I know, my last post was crappy. I'll try to post a better entry today. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, tomorrow i'm going out since it's been a while since we (my family) did that. Have a budget of $30 for sister's birthday present. She just bought herself a huge dreamcatcher, purple suede and all. If you don't know what a dreamcatcher looks like, it's a round hoop covered with a material. My sister's and mine are covered with purple suede. In the middle of the hoop, they wind some colourful string until it starts to look like a really cool spider web. Then, they attach feathers and beads. It's a Native American belief that if you hang the dreamcatcher at your bed, all your dreams will be caught in it. In the morning, your good dreams will supposedly go back to you but the bad dreams will burn up in the sun. Makes a good birthday present because they're all so beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally told Ben about the sleepover. Asked Huishi before I did and she said it was fine, as long as I didn't mention any undecent things. I seemed to have, but technically, I didn't. OK, that didn't make much sense. But this revealing of information provided us with a new giggly topic during lunch. Quite freaky, because behind us sat Miss Sue Tan and.. err... another teacher. And everytime we burst out laughing, they gave us the Puzzled Look. Agreed with Hannah that the discussion was crappy (read:trashy) and went off to buy Sprite. Only they didn't have any more Sprite so I was forced to buy Coke. And it turned out to be Coke Light, for goodness sakes. Not that there's nothing wrong with Coke Light, though. Nicer than normal Coke. Went back to my sniggering group of friends, they were still talking about all that trashy stuff, and Huishi was choking on her noodles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's go back a few sentences and talk about Hannah. Well not really Hannah actually, more like Claire. I HATE HER. And I mean it. She's so damn bloody fecking good at Math and English. I mean, gawd, I ask her Math questions all the time and she ALWAYS HAS THE ANSWERS. Sheesh. And I know she's going to be pissed by this, so I shan't elaborate but IT'S THE TRUTH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now what else do I have to talk about. Oh yes. During our fecking Math Supplementary yesterday, we were working our socks off trying to finish that bloody math worksheet. It's the most hectic Math worksheet i've ever done. It was like racing against time, and I do believe that was my second most crappy handwriting which I used to write. And I think we went thoroughly insane halfway through and started laughing. Then Nicole and Amanda kept turning around and giving us the Funny Looks. But we went even more insane when Mr. Teo the Irritating Math Teacher Wearing a Salmon Pink Shirt suddenly asked how many of us thought he was a sarcastic person. Of course, he didn't sound serious. He was half laughing as he said it. So then a few of us raised up our hands, but I didn't.  Then he asked who thought he was a nice person, and of course no one raised their hands. So then he pretended to be sad and went back to work. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that's all then. Tried to type a longer entry and succeeded. And did I mention I went Ginny-and-Draco picture hunting today?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5254313-93696837?l=rapsewdee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5254313/posts/default/93696837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5254313/posts/default/93696837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rapsewdee.blogspot.com/2003_04_27_archive.html#93696837' title=''/><author><name>Davina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12305925772717897540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5254313.post-93587264</id><published>2003-05-01T03:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-01T03:18:39.250-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Some people care too much about what others say. Poor... person who got dissed. Oh gawd, this entry is totally pointless. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5254313-93587264?l=rapsewdee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5254313/posts/default/93587264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5254313/posts/default/93587264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rapsewdee.blogspot.com/2003_04_27_archive.html#93587264' title=''/><author><name>Davina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12305925772717897540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5254313.post-93529210</id><published>2003-04-30T06:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-04-30T06:31:05.636-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well today was quite an interesting day. Claire and Alyssa proved that their perverse brains can break the barriers of innocent nursery rhymes and Claire even managed to make a Spice Girl's song even sicker. That is a feat to be reckoned with. For personal and actually, unknown purposes, I memorised the two rhymes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Claire and I had a very weird conversation during the mock Listening Comprehension. I mean... Bleh. What the heck. As you can see, I'm pretty tired...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5254313-93529210?l=rapsewdee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5254313/posts/default/93529210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5254313/posts/default/93529210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rapsewdee.blogspot.com/2003_04_27_archive.html#93529210' title=''/><author><name>Davina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12305925772717897540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5254313.post-93327722</id><published>2003-04-26T21:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-04-26T21:35:11.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>AAA... Just received another e-mail from someone who thinks i'm someone else . Refer to entry on the 19 of April. Anyway, friends just told me about some sick Australian kid who is so damn perverse. I mean... EEEW. I will not type what he said here for the fear that some ickle kids might be reading this. That guy is just SUCH a bloody perversed idiot. Cannot... shake... what... he... typed... out... of... head. But don't take this the wrong way. I wasn't the sick, age-faking one chatting to him. It was someone else. Oh shite. Linkin Park RULEZ!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, I guess I'll tell you about Cathecism (excuse the horrible spelling). We are soooo sexist! Our class is so big, that we have our lessons at the Retreat House outside, which doesn't have air-conditioning, unlike the normal classrooms. We immediately and automatically split up into female and male groups. So we're right opposite each other, leaning back on the walls. And inbetween us is a fan and teacher. Obviously, it would be perverse (again!) to fight over the teacher, so we fight over the fan. On the very first day, those moronic, imbecile, and immature goons claimed it and turned the fan so it blew at them only. Of course, females are better at enduring stuff, and I didn't really mind the heat anyway. But every once in a blue moon, a girl will walk out and turn the fan towards us. And then those goons will run out and shout and point and accuse and complain to the teacher, turn it, go back and glare at us. Let us observe the differences in how the different genders claim the fan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girls:&lt;br /&gt;1) Walk out.&lt;br /&gt;2) Turn fan.&lt;br /&gt;3) Go back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boys:&lt;br /&gt;1) Run out.&lt;br /&gt;2) Point.&lt;br /&gt;3) Accuse and shout and complain (same time).&lt;br /&gt;4) Turn fan (violently).&lt;br /&gt;5) Saunter back.&lt;br /&gt;6) Glare (which has no effect whatsoever).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Argh. I'm not prejudiced against all boys though. Only those freaking stairwells at Cathecism. Sorry. Stairwells just came to my head. Oh and yay! The May issue of FiRST with Neo on the cover is out!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5254313-93327722?l=rapsewdee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5254313/posts/default/93327722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5254313/posts/default/93327722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rapsewdee.blogspot.com/2003_04_20_archive.html#93327722' title=''/><author><name>Davina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12305925772717897540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5254313.post-93292917</id><published>2003-04-26T05:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-04-26T05:51:55.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oh shite (pronounced shyte). No one's on MSN. And when no one's on, everything seems to come to a Matrix-like standstill. You know? That shot in the Matrix when Carrie-Ann Moss was up in the air about to kick someone, suddenly everything froze. Talking about that, i'm really looking forward to X-MEN 2 and The Matrix: Reloaded. I've never watched the prequels, but the sequel trailers look damn cool, and so i'm gonna catch them. Argh. Dad doesn't want to get me the Meteora cd. I borrowed it from Natalie, but I have to return it on Monday and I still haven't finished watching LPTV! If you have no idea what i'm talking about, well never mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess I wasn't the only person in school who was high on Friday. Alyssa was too. The main symptom of Highness is laughing or smiling yourself silly at nothing. Nyeh. Nothing else to write about... Oh yes! I'll type some stuff about the party then. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just learnt on Friday that the party is being held on two days. So if we don't want the hassle of having to go to the venue two times, we can sleep over at the chalet we're going to rent. Seems quite fun, and we'll be reliving our Primary 5 camp without the camp counsellers, early nights and early mornings. Oh, and of course, we don't need to sneak around to stay up late and eat. Last year, Huishi, Margaret, Deborah, Calyn, Gloria, Eleanor and other people including me stayed up and were eating during camp. OK, so maybe I didn't stay up. I was probably the cleanest when we went to bed that night, since those people didn't shower after a whole day of camp and slept without brushing their teeth! In fact, while everyone was pigging out on err... Marshmallows and frozen fruits, I was lying on my stupid camp bed trying to sleep. Hmph. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5254313-93292917?l=rapsewdee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5254313/posts/default/93292917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5254313/posts/default/93292917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rapsewdee.blogspot.com/2003_04_20_archive.html#93292917' title=''/><author><name>Davina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12305925772717897540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5254313.post-93104555</id><published>2003-04-23T03:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-04-23T03:45:39.010-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well ha ha ha. Just reading my older entries. I'm a very &lt;i&gt;wu liao&lt;/i&gt; person. Or maybe it's because sometimes, I get high just like Claire. Nothing's been happening lately, unless you want me to talk about the party. Argh... Don't know why i'm so tired again. I had a weird dream last night, but I won't be writing it here. Too.. private? Yes. Too personal. I only tell people my funny dreams. For example, I told my friends about my sister's Crunchie dream. Remember Crunchie? That honeycomb covered with chocolate. Anyway, sis dreamed she was in Crunchie-land prison. But she managed to eat her way out of prison... And a policeman wanted to shoot her, but she ate the gun up. No no, she isn't fat. She's a real sporty kind of person, almost preppy. *blech* Aaaaaaaaaaaa... I have nothing to talk about. Blah I suppose.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5254313-93104555?l=rapsewdee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5254313/posts/default/93104555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5254313/posts/default/93104555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rapsewdee.blogspot.com/2003_04_20_archive.html#93104555' title=''/><author><name>Davina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12305925772717897540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5254313.post-92973810</id><published>2003-04-21T02:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-04-23T03:46:30.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oh for all the blessings of the Lord. Even when Claire has brains, they're still perverse. Sigh... Poor Claire. She's beyond hope and salvation. Imagine, such a young kid and willing to feck Draco Malfoy. She wrote a slash poem, which was actually quite good. But still... Poor kid. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway... Know what I just realised? Athena's... Well, I won't say it. But there is this guy named Benjamin whom lots of Primary 6 girls know. And if you're having any sick thoughts about him, SHUT THE FECK UP. We just came to know him through a few basketball matches. So then... This doesn't do much I suppose, but I've just realised that there's a song by Michael Jackson called Ben. If you haven't heard of it, well then wtf, go download it NOW. See what I mean? My discovery doesn't do much anyway. Except if someone brings a radio and we play songs at the BBQ party. Now that's an idea! I'll go get someone to bring a radio now. Byeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee *trips over radio, falls and dies*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5254313-92973810?l=rapsewdee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5254313/posts/default/92973810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5254313/posts/default/92973810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rapsewdee.blogspot.com/2003_04_20_archive.html#92973810' title=''/><author><name>Davina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12305925772717897540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5254313.post-92928823</id><published>2003-04-20T06:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-04-20T06:04:54.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>AAAAAHHHHH!!!!! Claire is SUCH a horny toad!!!!! I mean... She brings new meaning *nudge nudge* to the word!!!!! Horny... *blech*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me explain. So yesterday I was chatting with Claire the Horny Toad. Quite late, around 11 at night. Aargh, this is gonna take too long. I'll just publish the chat:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WARNING: VULGAR LANGUAGE UP AHEAD (and I changed the nicks of my friend and I to our names.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Claire: o bloody hell i'd hack that person's head off if she told me i had a gawddamed broomstick up my ass&lt;br /&gt;Claire: i may be a little chimney sweep but ive got an enormous broomstick shoved up my arse&lt;br /&gt;Davina: YAY!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Davina: can u imagine shitting a broom?&lt;br /&gt;Claire: i would suffer from constipation&lt;br /&gt;Davina: actually, it should be quite easy&lt;br /&gt;Davina: so long the bushy part isn't up the&lt;br /&gt;           arsehole&lt;br /&gt;Davina: cos the handle would be quite slim&lt;br /&gt;Claire: oh yar...so what id be fecking a broomstick?&lt;br /&gt;Davina:  would u want to feck a broom?&lt;br /&gt;Davina:  what is there to feck of a broomstick anyway&lt;br /&gt;Claire:  there is the handle &lt;br /&gt;Davina: but really, would u feck a broom if given the chance?&lt;br /&gt;Claire: no i'd rather feck DM&lt;br /&gt;Davina: I KNEW YOU WOULD SAY THAT!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Davina: AAAAAAHHHHH&lt;br /&gt;Claire: my cousin was going on abt how aragon is dirty sexy&lt;br /&gt;Claire: oh and legolas is clean sexy &lt;br /&gt;Claire: im high.....aahhhhh &lt;br /&gt;Davina: u know, u remind me of the typical rebellious flirt in a bar&lt;br /&gt;Davina: who gets high everytime&lt;br /&gt;Davina: and ends up f-ing everyone in town&lt;br /&gt;Claire: i wont mind if draco was staying in that town&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swear I didn't change anything in that conversation, although I did get rid of some extra lines which didn't add much to the *plot*. MUHAHAHAHAHAHAHA. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... Sorry, demented moment. Anyway, Yes, you have witnessed just how horny Claire is. Hee hee. And if you can't even figure out who DM is... I mean, she typed the name out. Claire, hope you don't mind me doing this. *smiles sweet angelic smile*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/5254313-92928823?l=rapsewdee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5254313/posts/default/92928823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5254313/posts/default/92928823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rapsewdee.blogspot.com/2003_04_20_archive.html#92928823' title=''/><author><name>Davina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12305925772717897540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5254313.post-92878921</id><published>2003-04-19T00:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-04-19T00:29:01.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OK, I've just realised how creepy e-mail can be. I have a feeling my e-mail account has been mistaken for someone else's. I've been receiving some funny e-mails since the time I created my account. But these e-mails weren't from people trying to freak me out. They were from people who really thought I was... well, whoever was supposed to be the owner of that account. But I set the account up myself, unless Hotmail had a glitch where it accidentally let 2 accounts with the same username be created. The previous e-mails were just friendly ones from people who thought I was someone else, and since I could handle friendly emails I just deleted them, but did suspect something. However, today I got an e-mail from a poem-publishing company. Apparently, the thought-to-be owner of my account had written a poem and published it, so now this other company wanted to publish her poem and needed her consent. This one was the last straw. I mean, who would give up the chnace to have their work published? I'm sure this girl wouldn't, and yet now she's practically giving up the chance just because the e-mail got sent to the wrong account. I have absoulutely no idea what to do. Should I just go on with my current account and keep getting e-mails from people I don't know or just get a new one? If this is Hotmail's fault, I hope they fix it soon. Damn. And just in case you were wondering, they kept addressing the girl as Shaina in the letter. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5254313-92878921?l=rapsewdee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5254313/posts/default/92878921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5254313/posts/default/92878921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rapsewdee.blogspot.com/2003_04_13_archive.html#92878921' title=''/><author><name>Davina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12305925772717897540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5254313.post-92704200</id><published>2003-04-16T01:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-04-16T01:23:55.810-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The only reason why i'm on today is because we don't have much homework. Tomorrow, I probably won't have the time, though. Yay! School was fun. I was really late because the cars just would not go in at the school gate. The teachers were just standing there and giving out these pieces of paper to the parents. I got suspicious though, because handing out news-letters to parents seemed a very mere precaution. So, tra-la-la, walking along the corridor on the way to class (no assembly). Lo and behold, infront of the dental clinic was a big whiteboard reading 'Temperature Checking Station' or something along those lines. Some poor (and obviously freaked out) students were sitting in chairs over there. Reached classroom, everybody clapping as I entered for I don't know what reason, and all the other people who entered later on were 'clapped' too. I was already quite late, the 5th latest. Blah-blah-blah, went through a powerpoint about SARS telling us all about it, all of which I knew already. They think we're so clueless. The stuff we know is at news standard. Then, Mrs. Faizal (form teacher, you twit) told us that as we were entering the school gate, the teachers were inspecting us visually, just to see whether we were sick, or anything. Ah-ha! I told you it was suspicious. Oh yes, and by the way, Claire told me i'm very influential on the Internet, because I got her to start saying 'whee'. Whee!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5254313-92704200?l=rapsewdee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5254313/posts/default/92704200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5254313/posts/default/92704200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rapsewdee.blogspot.com/2003_04_13_archive.html#92704200' title=''/><author><name>Davina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12305925772717897540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5254313.post-92636725</id><published>2003-04-15T00:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-04-15T00:33:46.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Actually, there isn't much happening right now but I just decided to post since I might not be able to get online for the next few days. School starts tomorrow for Primary students if you didn't know. I haven't really finished my homework yet, as I type this. Still 1 newspaper report left and I have to file my Chinese and Math worksheets. Decided to be more news-y in the light of everything that's happening around the world. I just visited the &lt;a href="http://www.nytimes.com"&gt;New York Times&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.moe.gov.sg"&gt;Singapore Ministry of Education&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.moh.gov.sg"&gt; Ministry of Health&lt;/a&gt; websites. If you're fed up with the local Straits Times, go to the New York Times website. They're ahead of us, and some of the news in our own papers comes from there. Yay! I rubbed my newsiness off. Go stuff yourself with information now. Bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5254313-92636725?l=rapsewdee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5254313/posts/default/92636725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5254313/posts/default/92636725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rapsewdee.blogspot.com/2003_04_13_archive.html#92636725' title=''/><author><name>Davina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12305925772717897540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5254313.post-92574210</id><published>2003-04-14T03:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-04-15T00:26:57.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>You are reading the entry of THE original whee-er and wall-talker. I've been trying to restrain from not posting too much, and I guess I succeeded. Yay! I have the conventional and cliche situation in my hands. Good news and bad news.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So obviously, you want to hear the bad news first. I know my friends have already heard this, but wadda heck. The guys can't come to the party!!! By guys, I mean the 2 well, guys who were supposed to come to the party. I know, I know. "Too young to invite guys to a party!" But come on, they're the same age as us! We're all in Primary 6. Sheesh. It's not like we're stupid or anything. Aarrgghh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But nevermind, I have good news! I got the Chamber of Secrets DVD the day before yesterday, which would be on the very day it came out. We have a video store right underneath where we live, and Dad, Sis and I like to just hop in there and browse without buying anything. But as Dad was on his way back from the fish-and-chips stall, he saw the Harry Potter DVDs down there, and so he bought it. Well, actually, he called Sis and asked her whether he should buy it. Obviously, she wanted him to, and she even forced him to buy the DVD. Ha! But the DVD's much more worth it than the VCD. Go buy the DVD. And an absoulute must-watch is the interviews with J.K Rowling, the students, professor and a build-up of Dumbledore's office. Probably the most interesting extras. The games are a tad tedious, but if you feel the need to ogle at Draco (sigh), go play Colin's Dark Room, where you basically choose some photos and they just make a slideshow. And mind you, when it comes towards the end of the interview with Lucius Malfoy, shut up, or you'll miss a terribly funny punchline. Hoo-ha. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5254313-92574210?l=rapsewdee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5254313/posts/default/92574210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5254313/posts/default/92574210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rapsewdee.blogspot.com/2003_04_13_archive.html#92574210' title=''/><author><name>Davina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12305925772717897540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5254313.post-92478294</id><published>2003-04-12T02:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-04-12T03:11:23.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hmm... Not much happening right now. Party's been sort of confirmed and friends have made the *ahem* 2 versions *ahem* of the invites. Hee... Lots of secretive stuff happening at the party, so we have 2 versions of invites. Maybe Claire will chop my head off for posting this. Whee! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a tip for people who are active on MSN chat but your friends aren't. Sometimes when you ask a question but no one replies, pretend to talk to a wall. Say something like "Hi wall! Nice paint! Wanna watch a movie tomorrow?" If all goes according to plan, your friends will realise how crazy you are and reply to your question. I had to resort to that a few times when friends suddenly shut up. Oh damn, still so much homework left! No no no, I won't talk about that now. I think my whole family is sick (again!). I got a bit of a cold and cough, but it's not that bad. I won't need medicine or anything. Dad and idiot Sis have a more serious cold, but even that isn't so serious. Just occasional sneezing. Don't know about Mom though. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, Sis suddenly very interested in getting a dog. She wants one to go jogging with her and of course, for the companionship. We went to the &lt;a href="http://www.spca.org.sg"&gt;SPCA&lt;/a&gt; website. They have a list of dogs allowed in HDB flats. Very important to check it out. We found the perfect dog, a Shetland Sheepdog. We told Dad about it but he said no, which is quite funny because before we chose a dog, he said fine. I think he thought we weren't serious. He said, we need to be responsible and we have to have the time to take care of it. But actually, we did our research well. We checked out the temperament of the dog, because we can't have one which barks all the sodding time. It also doesn't require too much grooming, even though its hair is long and shiny. It's supposed to be a very intelligent dog, not too fierce, but Dad thinks we aren't serious. Adults. I would recommend people looking for a dog to get a Shetland Sheepdog, which is basically (and as I said before), the perfect dog. &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/5254313-92478294?l=rapsewdee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5254313/posts/default/92478294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5254313/posts/default/92478294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rapsewdee.blogspot.com/2003_04_06_archive.html#92478294' title=''/><author><name>Davina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12305925772717897540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5254313.post-92430418</id><published>2003-04-11T07:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-04-11T07:57:15.950-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Aargh. I've been stressed the whole day by my huge load of homework and nearer to the end of the day (which is actually now) I got (and still am) very bitchy and RPO and other stuff. Stupid teachers. I'm too tired to write anything else now, damnnit. So bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5254313-92430418?l=rapsewdee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5254313/posts/default/92430418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5254313/posts/default/92430418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rapsewdee.blogspot.com/2003_04_06_archive.html#92430418' title=''/><author><name>Davina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12305925772717897540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5254313.post-92406680</id><published>2003-04-10T21:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-04-10T21:20:49.233-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ha! Claire's a jock! The quiz is probably really accurate though, because Claire is a bit of a Jock. I mean, she is quite popular and while she doesn't play football or soccer, she does play basketball, which is the most popular (again!) sport in our outdated school. Maybe I should ask Claire where she got the quiz. I'll probably come up with anti-social or something like that. That's me. Anyway, we've sort of got the party in order. We know when and where it is. We already have one game in the bag but we need some more. There's that umbrella one which will get everyone wet and... I don't know. I made Claire, Huishi and Nat promise they wouldn't push me into the pool. Haha. I cannot stand being pushed, whether on land or into water. I get irritated even when people push me when we're getting off the bus. Sheesh. Patience, people. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5254313-92406680?l=rapsewdee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5254313/posts/default/92406680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5254313/posts/default/92406680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rapsewdee.blogspot.com/2003_04_06_archive.html#92406680' title=''/><author><name>Davina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12305925772717897540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5254313.post-92358590</id><published>2003-04-10T06:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-04-10T06:41:08.280-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oh feck it all. And add some shit too. Salam still has not posted and there is no way anyone can be busy for so long or not have Internet connection for so long! Then again, I suppose you never know with Iraq.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5254313-92358590?l=rapsewdee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5254313/posts/default/92358590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5254313/posts/default/92358590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rapsewdee.blogspot.com/2003_04_06_archive.html#92358590' title=''/><author><name>Davina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12305925772717897540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5254313.post-92343216</id><published>2003-04-09T23:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-04-09T23:09:42.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OK, outburst yesterday was a little abrupt. Anyway what happened was this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came online around 10.30 pm and Claire greeted me by asking me to bring a change of clothes and my swimsuit to the party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like, NO!!! I am soooooo not going to ever, ever wear a swimsuit in front of my friends!!! I got Royally Pissed Off (RPO) of course. So I got really angry with Claire and typed what else but multiple and repititive "NOOOOOOOOOOOO"s. I don't really know how to swim too well anyway, never got around to doing it. And I told Claire I could very well drown for all "you fecking fools" care. And then Claire said something which then led to Draco and Snape shagging and snogging. I know, we're weird. Then I got really RPO and changed "feck" to the real word itself before finally switching of the computer. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then, today was a different story because Claire sent me an e-mail apologising. Yeah, that would have worked (and actually it did) except she attached the lyrics of Avril Lavigne's "I'm With You" and WTF does that song have to do with anything except that Avril states she was in the rain and obviously the rain makes you wet and being wet was what got me quarelling with Claire in the first place. And I know i'm not making much sense but this is what i'm really thinking about in my head right now and i'm already processing it as well as I can. So Claire and I aren't really bickering anymore. In other news, got my homework package (finally) in the mail today. Nothing much, just about... oh... 0.7 cm thick which is very irritating. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New quotes but not by me:&lt;br /&gt;'The road to hell is paved with good intentions' and something else but I forgot what it was already. Both came from the Smallville finale last night which was full of special effects and damn, Lana looked weird screaming at Clark in the car.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5254313-92343216?l=rapsewdee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5254313/posts/default/92343216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5254313/posts/default/92343216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rapsewdee.blogspot.com/2003_04_06_archive.html#92343216' title=''/><author><name>Davina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12305925772717897540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5254313.post-92293061</id><published>2003-04-09T07:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-04-09T07:53:06.263-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>NOOOOOO... I am seriously on the very verge of killing Claire the Bakadol. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5254313-92293061?l=rapsewdee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5254313/posts/default/92293061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5254313/posts/default/92293061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rapsewdee.blogspot.com/2003_04_06_archive.html#92293061' title=''/><author><name>Davina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12305925772717897540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5254313.post-92278922</id><published>2003-04-09T01:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-04-09T01:47:02.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Decided to go on a quiz-spree just to liven things up a bit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://cookiewhore.net/onlinetests/harrypotter/4.jpg" width="250" height="100"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font face="Tahoma" size="2"&gt;You are a kick-ass Slytherin&lt;br&gt;You hate Harry Potter and you're&lt;br&gt;Snape's favorite student.. No problem&lt;br&gt;with potion I see...&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://cookiewhore.net/onlinetests/harrypotter/" target="_new"&gt;&lt;font face="Tahoma" size="2"&gt;Which Harry Potter Character Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;by &lt;a href="mailto:toffie@cookiewhore.net"&gt;Toffie&lt;/a&gt; @ &lt;a href="http://cookiewhore.net" target="_new"&gt;CookieWhore.Net&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/K/ktbell/1037029263_otterharry.jpg" border="0" alt="Harry Potter"&gt;&lt;br&gt;Harry Potter&lt;br /&gt;You're brave kind and considerate you have no&lt;br&gt;regard for the rules&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/ktbell/quizzes/which%20harry%20potter%20character%20are%20you%3F/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;which harry potter character are you?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/K/kamui/1044154541_ringbarrel.gif" border="0" alt="the strength of the ring barrel is failing"&gt;&lt;br&gt;You don't do things on purpose, so people tend to&lt;br&gt;cut you some slack. Still, it would be best if&lt;br&gt;you stopped doing things all together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/kamui/quizzes/What%20Lord%20of%20the%20Rings%20engrish%20subtitle%20are%20you%3F/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;What Lord of the Rings engrish subtitle are you?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;CENTER&gt;&lt;A HREF=http://www.kidzworld.com ALT="Find out which Lord of the Rings hero you are at Kidzworld!"&gt;&lt;IMG SRC=http://www.kidzworld.com/img/upload/quiz/qs11036747747906.jpg&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&lt;/CENTER&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table border=0 cellpadding=2 cellspacing=0 width=310&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td align=left valign=top&gt; &lt;div align=center&gt; &lt;img src=http://broken.blackroses.com/members/skepticism/_shire.jpg width=300 height=132&gt; &lt;br&gt;If I lived in Middle-Earth, it would be in:&lt;br&gt; &lt;b&gt;The Shire&lt;/B&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p align=justify&gt;  The rolling green hills, the springtime weather, and especially being surrounded by the ones you love makes the Shire a comfortable area for you.  You love being surrounded only by the ones you care about, and you only desire this in an environment that is vast and open to nature, unlike in the cities or the caves.   &lt;p&gt; &lt;div align=center&gt;Take the&lt;br&gt; "&lt;a href=http://trapdoors.org/!/middle-earthquiz.html&gt;Where in Middle-Earth Would I Live?&lt;/a&gt;" Quiz&lt;br&gt; by  &lt;a href=http://www.livejournal.com/userinfo.bml?user=skepticism&gt;&lt;img src=http://img.livejournal.com/userinfo.gif width=17 height=17 border=0&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href=http://livejournal.com/~skepticism&gt;skepticism&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.lordoftherings.net/images/ca_obloo.jpg" alt="Legolas"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Legolas Greenleaf&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;If I were a character in &lt;A HREF="http://lordoftherings.net/" TARGET="_"&gt;&lt;I&gt;The Lord of the Rings&lt;/I&gt;&lt;/A&gt;, I would be Legolas, Elf, a son of the King of Mirkwood.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;In the movie, I am played by &lt;A HREF="http://www.lordoftherings.net/film/cast/ca_obloo.html" TARGET="_"&gt;Orlando Bloom&lt;/A&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Who would &lt;I&gt;you&lt;/I&gt; be?&lt;br&gt;&lt;A HREF="http://www.zovakware.com/tests/lordoftherings.htm"&gt;&lt;small&gt;Zovakware Lord of the Rings Test&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/A&gt;  &lt;small&gt;&lt;small&gt;with &lt;A href="http://www.perseus.com/softwareprod/download.html"&gt;Perseus Web Survey Software&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/TamurilMiriel/quizzes/What%20Race%20of%20Middle%20Earth%20Do%20You%20Belong%20To%3F/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/T/TamurilMiriel/1045289240_ace-elves1.jpg" border="0" alt="elven.jpg"&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;What Race of Middle Earth Do You Belong To?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/M/MorgaineDax/1039045789_kinglycopy.jpg" border="0" alt="Ah, Kingly Aragorn. Good choice."&gt;&lt;br&gt;Kingly Aragorn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/MorgaineDax/quizzes/What%20Lord%20of%20the%20Rings%20Male%20and%20Mood%20Do%20You%20Desire%3F/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;What Lord of the Rings Male and Mood Do You Desire?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.tenshi-arts.com/quizzes/" target="_top"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.tenshi-arts.com/quizzes/race/hobbit.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="3"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;td&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://web.ecomplanet.com/JONE5242/ServerContent/MyCustomImages/JONE5242CustomImage0597859.jpg" width="329" height="97"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;td&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://web.ecomplanet.com/JONE5242/ServerContent/MyCustomImages/JONE5242CustomImage0602084.jpg" width="329" height="97"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;td&gt;&lt;map name="FPMap0"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        &lt;area href="http://www.livejournal.com/users/orrostar" target="_blank" shape="rect" coords="232, 4, 311, 22"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        &lt;area href="http://quizilla.com/users/orrostar/quizzes/Which%20Lord%20of%20the%20Rings%20character%20are%20you?" target="_blank" coords="25, 5, 227, 21" shape="rect"&gt;&lt;/map&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://web.ecomplanet.com/JONE2099/ServerContent/MyCustomImages/JONE2099CustomImage1323936.jpg" usemap="#FPMap0" width="329" height="25"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/E/enedglinwen/1043512268_TRObsessed.gif" border="0" alt="Obsessed!"&gt;&lt;br&gt;Obsessed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/enedglinwen/quizzes/Are%20you%20obsessed%20with%20Lord%20of%20the%20Rings%3F/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;Are you obsessed with Lord of the Rings?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/M/MoonAngel/1039325559_Frodo.JPG" border="0" alt="You are Frodo Baggins"&gt;&lt;br&gt;You are Frodo Baggins!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/MoonAngel/quizzes/Lord%20of%20the%20Rings%3A%20Which%20Ringbearer%20are%20you%3F/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;Lord of the Rings: Which Ringbearer are you?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/D/DarthMaligna/1043449125_uizlegolas.jpg" border="0" alt="legolas"&gt;&lt;br&gt;Congratulations! You're Legolas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/DarthMaligna/quizzes/Which%20Lord%20of%20the%20Rings%20character%20and%20personality%20problem%20are%20you%3F/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;Which Lord of the Rings character and personality problem are you?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.columbia-center.org/watersoflethe/quizzes/elfmaidquiz.htm" target="new"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.columbia-center.org/watersoflethe/images/Luthienquiz.jpg" border=0&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.columbia-center.org/watersoflethe/quizzes/elfmaidquiz.htm" target="new"&gt;Whick of Tolkien's Elfmaids are you?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;which quiz was made by &lt;a href="http://www.columbia-center.org/watersoflethe/"&gt;Hannah Half-elven&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whee!!!&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/5254313-92278922?l=rapsewdee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5254313/posts/default/92278922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5254313/posts/default/92278922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rapsewdee.blogspot.com/2003_04_06_archive.html#92278922' title=''/><author><name>Davina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12305925772717897540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5254313.post-92274586</id><published>2003-04-08T23:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-04-08T23:32:46.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hmph. On MSN right now. Everyone's so damn quiet. Nothing much actually. Oh yes! I've decided to cancel my plans for my Harry Potter fan-fic. I'm going to wait until the exams are over. Sigh... Friends didn't update their blogs. I'm probably the most blog-active in my circle of friends. Good luck to the Iraqi civilians and U.S. as well as British troops in their attempts to de-Saddam Iraq. I don't usually say or write stuff about the war because i'm a kid and I don't really have such strong politial opinions. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But today on the telly I saw images of Iraqi people pulling a statue of Saddam down and smashing his arms. They really hate him, don't they? And then when the allied soldiers were rationing water, some guy came up and he seemed really worried and on the verge of becoming hysterical. He said his father was sick and so they needed more water. Telly didn't show whether he was given the extra water in the end though. Hope he was. Afterwards came some more sick images of a certain dungeon-jail sort of thing. They have a piece of string suspending from the ceiling. They tie your hands with the string and beat your back and head with a metal rod. They even electrocute you with these two wire-looking thingies. By 'they', I mean... Well actually I don't know for sure who and who they were working for but whoever did it was a bad Iraqi. And they were doing it to their fellow countrymen! &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5254313-92274586?l=rapsewdee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5254313/posts/default/92274586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5254313/posts/default/92274586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rapsewdee.blogspot.com/2003_04_06_archive.html#92274586' title=''/><author><name>Davina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12305925772717897540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5254313.post-92215160</id><published>2003-04-08T04:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-04-08T04:42:42.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>AAH! Our Lady Peace rocks! I'm listening to "Innocent" on Kazaa right now. Fantastic. You have to download it now! Clever me has come up with another quote...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Farm Animal) Quote #2: A clucking hen gathers no worms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quite obviously, its origin is the "rolling stone..." saying. I was watching Wheel of Fortune just now and one of the puzzles was "a clucking hen". Then the phrase above came to my head straight-away. Haha. The basic message is not to complain too much or you'll get nothing in the end...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PHILOSOPHICAL ME!!! I like self-praise. Personally, I think it keeps your ego and self-confidence up. Try it once a day. Something like "imaginative Claire" or "filthy-rich Athena" or even "crazy Calyn" will work fine. Whatever makes you feel good. WTF, this is NOT a counselling session. Anyway, am off to wreck more havoc now! Buhbyeeeeeeeeee... *gets pulled off by bunch of elves to Lothlorien* (my fantasy)...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5254313-92215160?l=rapsewdee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5254313/posts/default/92215160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5254313/posts/default/92215160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rapsewdee.blogspot.com/2003_04_06_archive.html#92215160' title=''/><author><name>Davina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12305925772717897540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5254313.post-92151998</id><published>2003-04-07T07:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-04-07T08:00:28.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Friend created her blog just now. Very hilarious, especially with that poem inside... I still can't believe she did it. If you're reading this Claire, you should be ashamed of yourself. Thank gawd you changed it. I'm even more freaked out about SARS now. We went out yesterday, as you can tell from my previous entry. Well, I've been having a runny nose the whole day. Dad's coming down with a runny nose and sore throat and Mum's approaching the flu. I know, bad vocabulary- You don't approach flus. That's about all I have to write. Whee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn Claire, I still can't believe you wrote that...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5254313-92151998?l=rapsewdee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5254313/posts/default/92151998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5254313/posts/default/92151998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rapsewdee.blogspot.com/2003_04_06_archive.html#92151998' title=''/><author><name>Davina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12305925772717897540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5254313.post-92133969</id><published>2003-04-06T23:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-04-06T23:57:19.403-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oh dear, I hope nothing has happened to &lt;a href="http://dearraed.blogspot.com"&gt;Salam&lt;/a&gt;... He hasn't written since March 24. I'm really worried. Then again, maybe he's just busy. Hope for the best.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5254313-92133969?l=rapsewdee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5254313/posts/default/92133969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5254313/posts/default/92133969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rapsewdee.blogspot.com/2003_04_06_archive.html#92133969' title=''/><author><name>Davina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12305925772717897540</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5254313.post-92132221</id><published>2003-04-06T23:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-04-06T23:20:13.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I used to have a blog at Diaryland but I moved! So I guess I'll just paste my most recent post from Diaryland:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;April 06, 2003-9:54 p.m.&lt;br /&gt;Woah... Lots of firsts today. Today was the first time i've gone out since the SARS break started. We went out for dinner at United Square- the mall near SARS-stricken hospital Tan Tock Seng!!! So anyway, I got a bit paranoid in the car and freaked out when my dad pressed a lift button with his bare hands!!! I am considering applying for therapy O.o Anyway, I washed my hands before I ate, much to my paranoia's satisfaction. But my happiness was quickly spoilt when I had to open the toilet door. Overall, we had a nice dinner and I enjoyed the spaghetti. Then, we went to the supermarket and I bought my issue of FiRST. Yay! Oh, and I also bought my first bottle of Vanilla Coke. See, a day full of firsts. Anyway, sis pissed me off when we came back by hitting me so that I spilt some of my Vanilla Coke. Ah, well. That's all now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Diaryland was nice while it lasted... Anyway, have sort of settled my birthday present from Athena. She's gonna get me the Two Towers VCD. Hold on a sec... I won't let her buy it if it's more than $20. I don't want her to spend too much money even though she is bloody filthy rich. Ben's birthday's in January... Very normal that I didn't know that. I am very clueless about such things. In other news, I've finally found out from my April FiRST, what the name of my favourite anime show is. I'm not that crazy over anime but there is one show which I loved to watch during that brief time I had AXN. So, don't mistake me for an anime-obsessed-random-screamer-of-Japanese-words like my friends. FUSHIGI YUUGI EIKODEN RULES!!! But I don't even know how to pronounce it... It's so damn interesting and if you haven't caught it yet, you should go buy the DVD. Even though I myself don't have it. Taka (the male lead) rules as well. I love FiRST. They have this ultra-cool double-sided poster specially for the Matrix: Reloaded. So what if I haven't caught the first installment of Matrix yet? I like posters! That's why i'm still brooding over the fact that I don't have the FOTR poster... sigh... Lemme think whether there's anything else. Oh yes! I already posted this quote on Diaryland but I guess I'll post it here again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Sadistic) Quote #1: Don't be too happy when people say "Well done!"- They're implementing that you're a steak. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quote disclaimer: All the quotes in this blog are hereby copyrighted to the user unless otherwise stated and shall not be used without her permission. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I said before- I love disclaimers. 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