<?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-22250599</id><updated>2011-04-21T19:32:52.226-07:00</updated><title type='text'>whoot!</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tagmebeforeyouleave.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22250599/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tagmebeforeyouleave.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Kiy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14476715748584255421</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>75</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22250599.post-2021021019958845117</id><published>2007-01-28T00:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-31T05:40:01.789-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Edit&lt;br /&gt;I'm moving :3 &lt;a href="http://orangechemical.livejournal.com"&gt;Here! :3&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My essay was going mad/weird/screwy/sad and now it's going into depression mode. D: Don't read on, I'm talking to myself.&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Then again, how was it possible that black eyes could glow in the dark? How could it be possible when darkness was just pure blackness, nothing but jet-black darkness which seemed to spread out over the entire universe; he couldn't see anything, nothing could see him. There was no degree as to how black that darkness could be, no percentage of blackness to tweak, change, measure, was there? If so, then why, why, why was it possible to see those eyes, and black eyes too, in that darkness he was engulfed in? How could black be seen in black? It was just impossible, wasn't it? It was, it just was, but he could see them, he could see those black eyes in that darkness around him."&lt;/span&gt; -&gt; signs that I'm going mad because I could actually write something as mad as this out ._.        &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"At night, the moonlight would pour through the curtained window, his only source of illumination in the darkness around him, the darkness that seemed to start eating at him viciously as the night worn on. He stared at the moon, thankful he had a friend like Fred to light up that darkness around him, that darkness he so feared. Yes, he had named the moon Fred, and Fred was his bestest, bestest friend, because Fred lit up that darkness he had unknowingly and unwillingly plunged into; that darkness that was so deep, so empty, so &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;dark&lt;/span&gt;. He was "light", after all, and Kanda was "dark"; he didn't belong in the darkness. But that was why they complimented each other perfectly, because light compliments dark, just like how white compliments black. They were like yin and yang; Kanda was the tiger from the ground, he was the dragon from the heavens. They balanced each other out, just like how there had to be evil in the world to balance out the good, how there had to be hell for heaven to exist. If not, the whole world would go into chaos, because the balance was gone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLineBreakNewLine]--&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;When Kanda was still by his side, Kanda was that source of darkness he had to provide light for, to balance out the forces of light and dark, to ensure that their worlds would be stabilized. It was the reason for him to live. But now that Kanda was gone, he didn't know what to do, because he couldn't do anything anymore; he lost his reason for living, and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;his&lt;/span&gt; world went into a chaotic state."&lt;/span&gt; -&gt; it's going weird and screwy. Idk the tiger and dragon thing was something I watched sometime ago so yeah I still need to do background research 'cos it sounds screwed and I need to finish my elaboration on yin and yang YES I'M FREAKIN' SCREWED BECAUSE I'M ACTUALLY DOING THAT. D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"And he wished he could just sprout wings, beautiful, white, wings, or maybe, even black; he didn't mind anyway, because all he wanted to do was to fly away, far, far, away, away from it all. He wanted to escape it all, he wanted to escape from reality."&lt;/span&gt; -&gt; it's going sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;“And he would cut himself to make sure he could bleed, to make sure he could feel pain, and that alone would be proof that he was alive."&lt;/span&gt; -&gt; IT'S GROWING SO FREAKIN' DREPRESSING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I need to stop this. This. This. THIS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;...Need I mention I live on "and"s? *dies*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Moving to lj~ so I'll blog about flag day at lj XD;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 5px; background: yellow none repeat scroll 0% 50%; position: absolute; left: 0pt; top: 0pt; z-index: 1000; font-family: arial; font-size: 13px; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; -moz-border-radius-topleft: 5px; -moz-border-radius-topright: 5px; -moz-border-radius-bottomright: 5px; -moz-border-radius-bottomleft: 5px; opacity: 0.9; display: none;" id="dictdiv"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="dictaudio"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22250599-2021021019958845117?l=tagmebeforeyouleave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tagmebeforeyouleave.blogspot.com/feeds/2021021019958845117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22250599&amp;postID=2021021019958845117' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22250599/posts/default/2021021019958845117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22250599/posts/default/2021021019958845117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tagmebeforeyouleave.blogspot.com/2007/01/my-essay-was-going-madweirdscrewysad.html' title=''/><author><name>Kiy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14476715748584255421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22250599.post-453315584013900631</id><published>2007-01-23T21:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-23T06:47:28.998-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So yesterday I went to Jurong Medical Centre opposite my home for an eye checkup. It was gross. First I had an eye checkup and the disinfectant she used to wipe the place to put your chin and lean your forehead against actually stung my eye so much it started to water -_- Then there was this look at the houses thing and then this wind blow at your eye thing. The wind blow eye thing was stupid and irritating D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway afterwards, the nurse had to put the eyedrops in my left eye three times because my eyelashes kept getting in the way and then my iris couldn't get diluted -idkhowtospell- or something D: plus the eyedrops were gross, they stung my eyes horribly grrr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So afterwards, when the eyedrops finally worked, I was called back into the consultation room and the doctor was like "look to your left, and don't look into the light" and it was just so wtf because when he was checking left eye he shone the light from my left while I was looking at the left so the light was just glaring into my eyes I had nowhere else to look to. So I was just straining to stare somewhere where there was no light which was practically no where. And he did it 8 times so I had to look in 8 different directions. Times 2 eyes, it's sixteen. Grr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway apparently if I don't take care of my eyes the nerve will snap eventually. "It's not serious now, but in future it might happen. Maybe, maybe not." and I know that if that happens, I will go blind. Then I believe I will have to go for an operation but I don't know if it's a hundred percent successful operation D: And no, I don't want the jab for the anesthetic. D: So now I need to go back every year for annual checkups, and if I start seeing flashes I'm doomed. He said it's still okay if I see one or two, but it means the nerve is in danger of breaking, and if it's just on the verge of breaking I'll see flashes every ten seconds or something I can't really remember but wouldn't that be so irritating D: he showed me this video and I already found the flashing on the video irritating D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The after effects of the eyedrops were gross, I was practically temporary blinded. When I went out of the centre it was bright and all, and I really couldn't open my eyes. I bet I would've walked into the path of a car if my mom wasn't with me D: Plus I couldn't see anything near me, so when I was smsing I couldn't see anything at all. I could only see stuff that were far away, and the after effect lasted until night time, so I was just stretching my arms and typing on my laptop a distance away -__-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a aiotarget="true" aiotitle="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 307px; height: 227px;" src="http://i14.photobucket.com/albums/a330/kiykiyy/snapshot20070122220430.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a aiotitle="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 307px; height: 230px;" src="http://i14.photobucket.com/albums/a330/kiykiyy/snapshot20070122212445.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NISHIJIMA DJFAOPWEHFA. His voice melts my brain into goooooooo. D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a aiotarget="true" aiotitle="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 307px; height: 228px;" src="http://i14.photobucket.com/albums/a330/kiykiyy/snapshot20070123201004.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JUST LOOK AT HIS EYELASHES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a aiotarget="true" aiotitle="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 307px; height: 228px;" src="http://i14.photobucket.com/albums/a330/kiykiyy/snapshot20070123201142.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND HIS DORKINESS. :3!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a aiotarget="true" aiotitle="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 306px; height: 208px;" src="http://i14.photobucket.com/albums/a330/kiykiyy/snapshot20070123210016.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And well, Nishijima. :3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a aiotarget="true" aiotitle="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 307px; height: 171px;" src="http://i14.photobucket.com/albums/a330/kiykiyy/snapshot20061231223547.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OSAKA-JO HALL, where Kanjani8 Spirits!! Concert was held.&lt;br /&gt;THE DEFINITION OF OMGLOVE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a aiotarget="true" aiotitle="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 307px; height: 227px;" src="http://i14.photobucket.com/albums/a330/kiykiyy/snapshot20070115210330.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XD;; BecauseEpisode11.5ismadeoflove. MAMOOOOO :3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway today, I met Hazel and Haz to go Kino~ :3 Li Jun tagged along in the end XD; [edit] Hazel blogged so much and I blogged so little so yes, I'm feeling horrid. XD; so anyway! Neither Hazel nor I expected Kino to decide to bring in the NewS calendar, because the last three times I went to Kino, they didn't have it on the 2007 JE Calendars List BUT WELL ANYWAY Hazel ordered it though it was like 45.70 SO YAAAAY :3!! Then Haz couldn't decide whether to buy the magazine or Higurashi so we decided to flip a coin and the coin said MAGAZINE so Hazel bought the magazine for Haz as a birthday present. Haz was saying that I emit heat 'cos the coin was hot O: SSSHHH let's not tell Haz what I've decided to buy her as a birthday present *bricked* Look At Star 24 was gone, BUT I'D NEVER EXPECTED KINO TO BRING IN LOOK AT STAR. WHO KNOWS, ONE DAY THEY'LL BRING IN CAST PRIX. And I haven't seen Top Stage for ages already :/ [edit] anyway when we were going home, yes, we were fangirling on the MRT and I noticed this lady standing next to us. She was grinning throughout the whole journey at us, and when Hazel, Haz and Li Jun alighted the MRT at Jurong East, I suddenly said to Hazel "JITENSHA!" and we fangirled for that few seconds before they really had to alight and the lady was like smiling amusedly at me as she alighted after them OwO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, just now, I saw the advertisement for Ying2 Huo3 Cong2 De4 Meng4 for the first time and hot damn, they really used the opening of SAYONARA D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Need I mention it's a fucking gross show?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAAAAAZEEEL WAIT 'TIL YOU GET YOUR DVD(S) BACK 8D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 5px; background: yellow none repeat scroll 0% 50%; position: absolute; left: 0pt; top: 0pt; z-index: 1000; font-family: arial; font-size: 13px; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; -moz-border-radius-topleft: 5px; -moz-border-radius-topright: 5px; -moz-border-radius-bottomright: 5px; -moz-border-radius-bottomleft: 5px; opacity: 0.9; display: none;" id="dictdiv"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="dictaudio"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22250599-453315584013900631?l=tagmebeforeyouleave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tagmebeforeyouleave.blogspot.com/feeds/453315584013900631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22250599&amp;postID=453315584013900631' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22250599/posts/default/453315584013900631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22250599/posts/default/453315584013900631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tagmebeforeyouleave.blogspot.com/2007/01/so-today-i-went-to-jurong-medical.html' title=''/><author><name>Kiy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14476715748584255421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22250599.post-8487270589166899941</id><published>2007-01-21T23:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-21T07:09:45.831-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'M A UNIVERSITY STUDENT. 8D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, fine ignore that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, during my lesson, Mr. Teo announced he would be giving spelling next week. Boy, was I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;very&lt;/span&gt; glad I knew hiragana already, firstly because I wouldn't need to study -that- hard, and secondly, because when he was writing out the vocabulary he would be testing next week, he wrote it in hiragana and then he explained the meaning. So it was like, because the other students didn't know hiragana, they had to look up to copy each character, and by the time they had finished, he had already explained the meaning of that word and had already written the next one, and had gone on to explaining.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then when we had finally finished, and he was calling out names to tick against the register, I started chatting with the lady on my right. She's so cute, she covers her face with her papers to whisper to me about stuff. XD; Anyway we got this timetable thing, and she was like "AAA EXAMINATIONS I THOUGHT THERE WAS ONLY ONE AT THE END OF THE YEAR!!" So I was like "HAHAHA then it'd be quite pointless, wouldn't it." I was commenting that at least it doesn't clash with my school examinations, so I'm grateful, so she asked me when my examinations were and I told her February. Then she was like, "Ohh. What subjects are you studying?" So I told her BioChemGeog and she was like "*frownfrown* Ah." Then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Are you taking a diploma course?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I almost burst out laughing when my brain analysed what she said. OMG I'M A UNIVERSITY STUDENT!!!!11!!1 HOMG WIN!!!! :3!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, this couple took the two seats beside me, so when the guy sitting two seats away from me entered the classroom, he halted immediately and his eyes kind of widened. XD; Poor thing, then he had to sit at the other end of the classroom and he was kind of blocked by other people. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the couple beside me, omg either they're too good, or they don't freakin' care. Which would mean they're super rich. I mean, you pay how much to come here and learn, and yet you sit in class eating chocolates -when the rules and regulations on that piece of paper attached in front of the timetable said no food and drinks allowed in classrooms- and chatting and talking and telling each other how cute each other are, and just not listening and disturbing me with your pointless conversations. And therefore one point to make.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wtf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;I hope they flunk their examinations.&lt;/s&gt; Well anyway, once you flunk one stipulated examination, you won't be able to be promoted to a higher course. And if you miss three lessons in a row, you'll be kicked out omg &gt;_&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, need I mention Mr. Teo was called sadistic by some guy? :3 He was telling us that when someone scolds you in Japanese, every word can be as sharp as a knife, and it would cut you, causing the blood to trail out from the first cut. The second word would then cut you and the blood would trail out from the second cut, and so on. And he was doing actions on his arm X3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Happy birthday to Daiki!&lt;br /&gt;Happy birthday to Paku Romi!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...And I wonder if there're any seiyuus that share the same birthday as me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT ANYWAY KANDA SHARES THE SAME BIRTHDAY AS ME, SO I'M VERY MUCH CONTENTED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 5px; background: yellow none repeat scroll 0% 50%; position: absolute; left: 0pt; top: 0pt; z-index: 1000; font-family: arial; font-size: 13px; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; -moz-border-radius-topleft: 5px; -moz-border-radius-topright: 5px; -moz-border-radius-bottomright: 5px; -moz-border-radius-bottomleft: 5px; opacity: 0.9; display: none;" id="dictdiv"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="dictaudio"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22250599-8487270589166899941?l=tagmebeforeyouleave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tagmebeforeyouleave.blogspot.com/feeds/8487270589166899941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22250599&amp;postID=8487270589166899941' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22250599/posts/default/8487270589166899941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22250599/posts/default/8487270589166899941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tagmebeforeyouleave.blogspot.com/2007/01/im-university-student.html' title=''/><author><name>Kiy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14476715748584255421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22250599.post-80434188852733158</id><published>2007-01-14T22:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-14T06:53:52.525-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>K. So today I finished watching Ima Ai. I've been so busy I haven't had the time to. And well, to cut everything short, Narimiya made my heart shatter into "a million, a billion, a gazillion crimson pieces." &lt;s&gt;Yes I love quoting my Commonwealth essay, doesn't anyone know that? 8D *bricked*&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because Mio found out she would have to go back to the Akaibu star when the rainy season ends so she wanted to celebrate Christmas. Then Narimiya's character thought something was amiss but blahblahblah they had their christmas party and after it ended Narimiya went to keep the decorations and he opened that drawer and took out the picture book again and flipped to the page where it said "For when the rainy season ends, Mama will have to go back to the Akaibu Star" or something like that and he started crying and the tear dripped onto the "ki" of the "kisetsu" I think and then Mio was standing at the door and she saw him cry AND IT WAS ALL SO HEART WRENCHING D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ignore that, please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, I started watching MPD Psycho while I was eating lunch. My dad was watching with me, and around five minutes or a little bit more into the first episode, they showed a woman who was dead, then there was a censor, and there was a phone and pink stuff. And I realised that the phone was in the guts, 'cos the woman's stomach got cut open and later on, they revealed that that killer cut open the stomachs of pregnant ladies about to deliver and take out the developed embryo. My dad didn't realise, so I just kept quiet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then afterwards there was this scene whereby the women were found dead, with their heads half cut open, revealing half of their brains and there was a flower was growing from the brain. And they called them human flowerpots. And as much as I love gore, when it came to this part, I really just lost my appetite because the concept of planting seeds in the brain so that they can grow into flowers kind of sickened me out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, moving onto the next scene, where the police were holding a conference and then there was this officer who was very cute. He examined the dead bodies and made a miniature figurine of how all of the dead bodies were found like and the intricate details XD; No I don't believe he made it, but I think being able to make something so small with such intricate details is really cool and rad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then in the second episode, they had another scene whereby another pregnant lady was murdered and again, her stomach was cut open and the phone was in the guts. The only difference was that they made it clearer that it was guts and well, just the inside of the stomach and omgosh all the blood and everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the super cute guy, he made yet another model, and this time it had DETACHABLE PAAAAAAAAARTS~ XD So he was explaining that the abdomen gets cut off and then he removed the removable protruding stomach. He continued that the baby gets taken out, and he took out the super detailed miniature foetus -which was very cute as a clay piece I must add- and the officer was like "so detailed O:". Then he goes on to say that the phone gets put into the stomach and he picks up that mini telephone WHICH IS VERY CUTE AS WELL and stuffs it into the stomach and it fits perfectly XD;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay end rant. Off to watch the Japan show on Channel 8.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OSAKAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a aiotarget="true" aiotitle="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 307px; height: 172px;" src="http://i14.photobucket.com/albums/a330/kiykiyy/peaceofcake.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH JIN. AM I SUPPOSED TO RANT ABOUT HOW MUCH DORKY!LOVE JIN IS?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a aiotarget="true" aiotitle="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 307px; height: 184px;" src="http://i14.photobucket.com/albums/a330/kiykiyy/rabi6.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 5px; background: yellow none repeat scroll 0% 50%; position: absolute; left: 0pt; top: 0pt; z-index: 1000; font-family: arial; font-size: 13px; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; -moz-border-radius-topleft: 5px; -moz-border-radius-topright: 5px; -moz-border-radius-bottomright: 5px; -moz-border-radius-bottomleft: 5px; opacity: 0.9; display: none;" id="dictdiv"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="dictaudio"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22250599-80434188852733158?l=tagmebeforeyouleave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tagmebeforeyouleave.blogspot.com/feeds/80434188852733158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22250599&amp;postID=80434188852733158' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22250599/posts/default/80434188852733158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22250599/posts/default/80434188852733158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tagmebeforeyouleave.blogspot.com/2007/01/k.html' title=''/><author><name>Kiy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14476715748584255421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22250599.post-8559968721178219468</id><published>2007-01-13T05:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-15T06:30:52.543-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>WELL. So today was the last lesson with Mr. Boatman until February when he comes back~ He finally taught me jazz :3 So anyway, it's going to be an 18hour flight and HE'S GONNA STOP IN TOKYO FOR 2 HOURS :3!! XD; Apparently he's flying to Los Angeles to visit one of his brothers, then he'll ship his drumset and his electronic keyboard AND HIS &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;RECORDING EQUIPMENT&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;HOMFG&lt;/span&gt; to Singapore&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. "Then after that's done I'll steal one of my brother's cars -he has two- and drive to Las Vegas". O: He's gonna visit a couple friend of his who just had a baby last year, then he'll drive back to L.A. then to Texas to visit his other two brothers and his sister and his mom. S'cool :3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"How many beats are there?"&lt;br /&gt;"Five?"&lt;br /&gt;"..."&lt;br /&gt;"O_O."&lt;br /&gt;"HAHAHA IF YOU SAID SIX I'D HAVE TO KILL YOU."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Can you count the beats?"&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah."&lt;br /&gt;"._."&lt;br /&gt;"O______________________O?"&lt;br /&gt;"HAAAAAH!!!!!" &lt;-- cue laughter.  He was being so weird today. XD;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway then I went to Starbucks at Bugis Junction to do my work. And well, have a cup of coffee.  Then I went for my Japanese lesson. And omfg, I felt so out of place D: Everyone there looked from 18-30++ D: I'm the only fourteen year old. D: There was this other guy though, with his mom, I don't know how old he is. :/   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway my teacher's called Mr. Teo and he was asking us all if we were determined to learn Japanese properly and then asked us why we wanted to learn and stuff and everyone just stared at him and kept quiet. XD;  ...I actually wonder if we're -supposed- to call him 'sensei' because in the other classes they do :/  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After around fifteen to half an hour into the lesson he started talking about "baka". XDD He was saying most Singaporeans thought "baka" was a vulgar word O_O You want vulgar, go borrow that book I borrowed from the library to read. XD; And he went on to say that people say it differently and he was like, "In Osaka, they say 'ahou'". I was going to ask him if he'd teach us kansai-ben but he kinda just ranted on so I didn't get a chance to D:   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then towards the end of the lesson he started reading out names from the name list and he said that when he called our names we had to say something to him in Japanese, and I didn't know what to say. I was going to say "BAKA YORO" then Mamo in my head told me it was a bad idea. So I decided to say "shut up" or "you're an idiot" or "ore-sama no bigi ni yoi na" or "minna-san konbawa, &lt;s&gt;Miyano Mamoru&lt;/s&gt; Guen Yik deeeeeeeeeees" and stuff but then when it was my turn I just suddenly forgot everything and Mamo in my head screamed "SUKI DA YO." so I just blurted out "SUKI DA YO."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The room fell silent for a few seconds before I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;realised&lt;/span&gt; what I had said and I was like "AAAAAA @___________@!!!!!" I almost started flailing but I managed to control myself 'COS IF I FLAILED THE PEOPLE ON MY LEFT AND RIGHT WOULD GET HIT DX *dies*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though, he &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;did&lt;/span&gt; say that we could say "ilu" or anything like that or just anything so yeah. *dies* But I was still so embarrassed. And after I said "SUKI DA YO." he explained the meaning of it and this older girl sitting behind said was like "AAAA SHE'S SO CUTE!!" omg &gt;_&gt; unlessIheardwrongly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I heard someone's boyfriend telling this girl (don't know if it's the same girl) "SUKI DA YO." and she was like "-_- HAHA OMG WHATEVER." Then Mr. Teo started talking about "aishiteimasu" XD;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone wished him happy new year, many said "yoroshiku onegaishimaaaaaaaas" and many many more went "watashi wa ______ desu!" including the males. Which felt kinda weird because he didn't teach "boku" and well yeah :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there was this guy, he was like "SORE WA KABE DESU!!" (That is a wall!!) and everyone burst out laughing. Another guy asked Mr. Teo his age and some guy at the back shouted "SECRET!!!" XD Mr. Teo was like "...atete mite kudasai :D"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When it was the lady sitting on my left's turn, she was like panicking. She ended up smiling and laughing very nervously so I tried to help her. I was very, very, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;very&lt;/span&gt; tempted to tell her "SENSEI KAKKOII NE!" then I decided not to. So I just told her "uhm just just. watashiwa _____ desu, yoroshiku onegaishimas!" but in the end she was &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;still&lt;/span&gt; panicking so much I just told her "UHM. JUST. Watashi wa _____ desu!" and she panicked and stammered "Watashi wa _____ desuka" &gt;_&gt;;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay end long crappy post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMGOSH CROSSWITHYOU IS LOVELY *w*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a aiotarget="true" aiotitle="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 307px; height: 369px;" src="http://i14.photobucket.com/albums/a330/kiykiyy/rabi3.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a aiotarget="true" aiotitle="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 307px; height: 227px;" src="http://i14.photobucket.com/albums/a330/kiykiyy/rabi4.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a aiotarget="true" aiotitle="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 307px; height: 269px;" src="http://i14.photobucket.com/albums/a330/kiykiyy/rabi5.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XD;; I'm actually posting the panels which Rabi appear in panel by panel in order of the progression of the chapters XD;&lt;div style="margin: 5px; background: yellow none repeat scroll 0% 50%; position: absolute; left: 0pt; top: 0pt; z-index: 1000; font-family: arial; font-size: 13px; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; -moz-border-radius-topleft: 5px; -moz-border-radius-topright: 5px; -moz-border-radius-bottomright: 5px; -moz-border-radius-bottomleft: 5px; opacity: 0.9; display: none;" id="dictdiv"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="dictaudio"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22250599-8559968721178219468?l=tagmebeforeyouleave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tagmebeforeyouleave.blogspot.com/feeds/8559968721178219468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22250599&amp;postID=8559968721178219468' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22250599/posts/default/8559968721178219468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22250599/posts/default/8559968721178219468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tagmebeforeyouleave.blogspot.com/2007/01/well.html' title=''/><author><name>Kiy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14476715748584255421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22250599.post-1404559055864754498</id><published>2007-01-13T00:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-12T08:39:09.152-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I haven't blogged here in ages.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway. School's horrid, and I became sick of it on the 3rd day of school. ): And the fact that the number of days I don't eat during recesses and lunches is increasing isn't really helping. D: I don't know how I'm going to survive the rest of the year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Integrated Humanities sucks, have I mentioned that? I understand &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;shit&lt;/span&gt; about nation-states. And I bet Mr. Han thought I was the IH rep -_- 'Cos on the second lesson, we had to go collect the notes, and I had to go too because I'm the freakin' &lt;s&gt;trasherer&lt;/s&gt; treasurer but there were only two stacks. AND HOLY SHIT, CHEMISTRY NOTES COST AROUND $173.60. But not the point. So because there were only two stacks, the next IH lesson he walked in, stared at me, asked if the notes had been collected so I just shook my head and then he was like "Can you - *does the finger walk thing*" -______- Then afterwards he asked &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;me&lt;/span&gt; if the groupings for the presentations were done -___-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway. Today after school I was supposed to go up earlier to get the cameras, but we had to meet for our SIA proposal thingie, and then we tried to fill it up, but we ended up joking and laughing and rubbish and WOMG Rosalind kept bursting into fits of laughter which made us all laugh and in the end we laughed 'til our stomachs hurt badly D: If we do this everyday we can get aps! XD;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PING HUI'S MONITRESS. YAAAAAAAAAAAAY. *claps*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;POKEGOE FIGHTO!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"MINNA SAN KONBAWA, PAKU ROMI DESU~"&lt;br /&gt;"MINNA SAN KONBAWA! MIYANO MAMORU DES!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;POKEGOE IS LOVE. Mamo is just so adorablelovecute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pokegoe 3&lt;br /&gt;Mamo, 20:23-20:14: "...Suki da yo."&lt;br /&gt;Mamo, 20:53-20:54: "Suki da yo, de koto de."&lt;br /&gt;(unless I heard wrongly, which I might because Mamo kills my brain. D:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA.&lt;br /&gt;AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA.&lt;br /&gt;AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA.&lt;br /&gt;AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA.&lt;br /&gt;AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA.&lt;br /&gt;AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA.&lt;br /&gt;AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA.&lt;br /&gt;AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND LISTENING TO MAMO LAUGH USING MY HEADPHONES KILLS MY BRAIN. D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MAMO ILU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;JA KEN PON!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a aiotarget="true" aiotitle="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 307px; height: 487px;" src="http://i14.photobucket.com/albums/a330/kiykiyy/IamNarimiyaHiroki025.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NARIMIYAAAAAAAAAA! WHY YOU SO CUTE D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a aiotarget="true" aiotitle="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 307px; height: 486px;" src="http://i14.photobucket.com/albums/a330/kiykiyy/IamNarimiyaHiroki032.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ITADAKIMAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAS~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a aiotarget="true" aiotitle="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 307px; height: 459px;" src="http://i14.photobucket.com/albums/a330/kiykiyy/13.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This, is Oguri.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a aiotarget="true" aiotitle="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 307px; height: 404px;" src="http://i14.photobucket.com/albums/a330/kiykiyy/igdhg0.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND THIS, IS OGURIXNARIMIYA. -No flaming, plzkthnx- I was drinking water when I saw this so naturally, I choked. Real bad. And I just went "O_________________________O!!!" Apparently it was for some play I think. NARIMIYA STOP CROSS-DRESSING ALREADY. Like how you did in Kindaichi. XD;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOUSHOULD'VEBEENINPURIPURID. *bricked*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EDIT&lt;br /&gt;I FORGOT TO POST RABI PICTURES. @_@ K SO NOW I OWE RABI 3 OF HIS PICTURES. @_@ ohnoes. I'll post in my livejournal when I finally move there. ;_;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 5px; background: yellow none repeat scroll 0% 50%; position: absolute; left: 0pt; top: 0pt; z-index: 1000; font-family: arial; font-size: 13px; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; -moz-border-radius-topleft: 5px; -moz-border-radius-topright: 5px; -moz-border-radius-bottomright: 5px; -moz-border-radius-bottomleft: 5px; opacity: 0.9; display: none;" id="dictdiv"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="dictaudio"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22250599-1404559055864754498?l=tagmebeforeyouleave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tagmebeforeyouleave.blogspot.com/feeds/1404559055864754498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22250599&amp;postID=1404559055864754498' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22250599/posts/default/1404559055864754498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22250599/posts/default/1404559055864754498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tagmebeforeyouleave.blogspot.com/2007/01/i-havent-blogged-here-in-ages.html' title=''/><author><name>Kiy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14476715748584255421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22250599.post-8964490453775527609</id><published>2007-01-08T05:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-12T08:36:47.185-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I want to go to OBS, but I don't want the jab. Yes, I'm afraid of syringe needles used for injections, stfu already D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WARNING, PICSPAM AHEAD.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IT IS &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;NOT&lt;/span&gt; POSSIBLE FOR HONGO TO BE THIS OMGJFDPOAFHEWNFOAEWFA PRETTY. HOW IS IT POSSIBLE THAT HE CAN LOOKS SO OMGDJKFKAJDFPWENFOAWEP PRETTY AND SO OMGKDJFOPAEWHIFVNAEWPIWQEUF DIFFERENT FROM THAT CINEPURI!BRATTY RYOMA HE ACTED AS D: &lt;s&gt;andit'simpossiblethathe'sonly15,recentlyturned16D:&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Observe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a aiotarget="true" aiotitle="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 307px; height: 137px;" src="http://i14.photobucket.com/albums/a330/kiykiyy/snapshot20070108211717.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IGNORETHISIJUSTWANTEDTOSTUFFKAJIHERE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a aiotarget="true" aiotitle="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 307px; height: 137px;" src="http://i14.photobucket.com/albums/a330/kiykiyy/snapshot20070108211739.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cinepuri!Bratty Ryoma, quote "Daijoubu, senpai. *smirk*"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a aiotarget="true" aiotitle="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 307px; height: 137px;" src="http://i14.photobucket.com/albums/a330/kiykiyy/snapshot20070108211625.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cinepuri!Bratty Ryoma picking a fight. LOOKIT THE ATTITUDE. THE ATTITUDE ON HIS FACE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a aiotarget="true" aiotitle="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 307px; height: 137px;" src="http://i14.photobucket.com/albums/a330/kiykiyy/snapshot20070108211455.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cinepuri!Bratty Ryoma smirking at the Messed-Up-His-Eastern-and-Western-Grip-Guy. I think this was the "mada mada dane." part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THEN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a aiotarget="true" aiotitle="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 307px; height: 459px;" src="http://i14.photobucket.com/albums/a330/kiykiyy/6.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NANA2 Movie 12.9 Roadshow. IT'S FREAKIN' IMPOSSIBLE D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a aiotarget="true" aiotitle="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 307px; height: 461px;" src="http://i14.photobucket.com/albums/a330/kiykiyy/10.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a aiotarget="true" aiotitle="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 307px; height: 459px;" src="http://i14.photobucket.com/albums/a330/kiykiyy/16.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE LIP RING WOMG. Gaaah it's impossible. D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes I'm going to stfu about Hongo now. Onto Narimiya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a aiotarget="true" aiotitle="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 307px; height: 462px;" src="http://i14.photobucket.com/albums/a330/kiykiyy/5.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Narimiya in NANA2 Movie 12.9 Roadshow. (HOMGTHECOLLAR8D)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a aiotarget="true" aiotitle="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 307px; height: 172px;" src="http://i14.photobucket.com/albums/a330/kiykiyy/snapshot20070108212317.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Narimiya in Ima ai :3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a aiotarget="true" aiotitle="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 307px; height: 171px;" src="http://i14.photobucket.com/albums/a330/kiykiyy/snapshot20070108212413.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Worried!Narimiya D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a aiotarget="true" aiotitle="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 307px; height: 170px;" src="http://i14.photobucket.com/albums/a330/kiykiyy/snapshot20070108212603.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...WHY YOU SO CUTE, NARIMIYA. 83 This was just one of the manymany cute faces he made but I was lazy to go through the other episodes &gt;_&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a aiotarget="true" aiotitle="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 307px; height: 172px;" src="http://i14.photobucket.com/albums/a330/kiykiyy/snapshot20070108212749.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crying!Narimiya. MY HEART BROKE INTO SHARDS. Even though it was only a couple of seconds but omg it was so heart wrenching D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a aiotarget="true" aiotitle="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 307px; height: 172px;" src="http://i14.photobucket.com/albums/a330/kiykiyy/snapshot20070108212936.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;a aiotarget="true" aiotitle="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 307px; height: 229px;" src="http://i14.photobucket.com/albums/a330/kiykiyy/snapshot20070108211320.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sawajiri Erika! Because she pwns &lt;s&gt;and she's from the same talent agency as Hongo&lt;/s&gt;. Idon'tbelieveshe'sonly20theymustbelying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll post the 2 Rabi pictures in the next post &gt;_&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 5px; background: yellow none repeat scroll 0% 50%; position: absolute; left: 0pt; top: 0pt; z-index: 1000; font-family: arial; font-size: 13px; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; -moz-border-radius-topleft: 5px; -moz-border-radius-topright: 5px; -moz-border-radius-bottomright: 5px; -moz-border-radius-bottomleft: 5px; opacity: 0.9; display: none;" id="dictdiv"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="dictaudio"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22250599-8964490453775527609?l=tagmebeforeyouleave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tagmebeforeyouleave.blogspot.com/feeds/8964490453775527609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22250599&amp;postID=8964490453775527609' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22250599/posts/default/8964490453775527609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22250599/posts/default/8964490453775527609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tagmebeforeyouleave.blogspot.com/2007/01/i-want-to-go-to-obs-but-i-dont-want-jab.html' title=''/><author><name>Kiy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14476715748584255421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22250599.post-2517904937561329684</id><published>2007-01-06T23:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-06T07:16:49.637-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>MLX is fun, and MLX is pretty. It was simpler than I had expected but well yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was just watching Yilina program moving lights that day and then suddenly Chermaine/Shermaine HOW TO SPELL IDK came and was like asking "Guenyik, is guenyik here?" And I was like "O______________O? Uh yeah? *waves*" Then she stared at me and asked me if I was supposed to do lights and said that someone told her I'd be doing lights for the mini concert and that I wasn't up in the control room yesterday and I was all "O______________________O" But in the end I went up to do lights anyway. And Mr. Zuffri was calling me "granite" again -________- I realise he likes to twist people's names. Davina became "Ribena" and Mui Suan became omgIseriouslydon'tknowwhat-_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yesterday, I froze up in the control room for the 376578239154th time. No, Chenlili didn't get her moving lights, she got a red spot. And Modern Dance got flashing scrollers :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our show was teh prettyness :3 Mr. Ng brought the smoke in and WOMG IT WAS SUPER PRETTY. BECAUSE OF THE SMOKE YOU COULD SEE THE BEAMS OF LIGHT AND WHATNOT AND IT WAS OMGOSFOAWEBFWENFPA PRETTY. However, the smoke kinda suffocated the people on stage right and left and well, I bet it suffocated the people in the audience seats too. Plus it's some kind of chemical, too, and it stinks. Boy, was I glad I was upstairs and not downstairs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then afterwards during the CCA exhibition thing they set up the speakers and everything and no one had music so Mr. Kuo brought -his- music. Y'know, -his- type of music XD and we were like blasting it &lt;s&gt;and I bet it was meant to drown out choir's voices&lt;/s&gt;. Anyway so yeah now we have 50+ secondary 1s waiting to be interviewed. OH IT'S GOING TO BE FUN &gt;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday we had our photo taking, and it was omgndfaopwenfaw. The guy was like "fringe. your fringe." and I started pushing my fringe back BUT IT FELL BACK TO THE FRONT ANYWAY and I think I stalled the rest for around 10 seconds or so and then he said that my hair was sticking out at the top AND FOR A SECOND I THOUGHT MY FEELERS CAME BACK TO HAUNT ME AGAIN D: Not that I don't like them, but no, no one wants to have feelers in their IC photo. And finally, when my fringe was acceptable, he was like "okay smile that smile again!" And yes, I ended up grinning retardedly *dies* Anyway, the photographer had a bounce card attached to his flash, but the flash still kind of blinded me anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm late, but whatever. Happy 21st birthday, Teppei! :3 -insert heart-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOW'S THE OPENING DAY OF AIR GEAR MUSICAL IN JAPAN. *cries* I NEEDWANTMUSTHAVETO FLY TO JAPAN NOWNOWNOW D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a aiotarget="true" aiotitle="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 307px; height: 242px;" src="http://i14.photobucket.com/albums/a330/kiykiyy/rabi1-1.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RABI. Small, but heck, it's still Rabi.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22250599-2517904937561329684?l=tagmebeforeyouleave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tagmebeforeyouleave.blogspot.com/feeds/2517904937561329684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22250599&amp;postID=2517904937561329684' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22250599/posts/default/2517904937561329684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22250599/posts/default/2517904937561329684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tagmebeforeyouleave.blogspot.com/2007/01/mlx-is-fun-and-mlx-is-pretty.html' title=''/><author><name>Kiy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14476715748584255421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22250599.post-384389279398407514</id><published>2007-01-03T19:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-03T05:18:25.194-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>MEME. YES I'M DOING A MEME BECAUSE I'M -THAT- BORED. Hah. Anyway this meme was stolen from Li Jun. And yeah, their teacher gave it to them so they could get to know each other better :3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#1 - My favourite thing is...&lt;br /&gt;Idk, doodling, eating ramen, playing drums, blahblahblah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#2 - My favourite television show is...&lt;br /&gt;Oooh I like that "quan2 ming2 da4 men4 guo1" show where they make fun of the Taiwanese government.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#3 - My favourite type of music is...&lt;br /&gt;Idk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#4 -  If I could travel any where new I would go to...&lt;br /&gt;Osaka, Japan. KANSAI-BEN FTW!!!1!1 -OR JUST JAPAN. @_@&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#5 - The thing that makes me the happiest is...&lt;br /&gt;Stoning?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#6 - My family...&lt;br /&gt;...Idk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#7 - The most important thing in my life is...&lt;br /&gt;TOACHIEVEMYDREAM@_@&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#8 - For a hobby, I...&lt;br /&gt;Collect bugs. No I'm kidding. Idk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#9 - I like or hate technology because...&lt;br /&gt;IF THERE WASN'T TECHNOLOGY, THERE WOULDN'T BE LIGHT BOARDS. But then I bet one day the world is going to be taken over by robots. That is, if humans don't destroy and kill the world before hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#10 - I have or would like to have a pet...&lt;br /&gt;WOLF. No, really. If I can't have a wolf I'll settle with a Siberian Husky I guess D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#11 - I like to read...&lt;br /&gt;FANFICTIONS. :3 I mean there are fanfiction writers are like WOAAHGOOD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#12 - If I could do anything I wanted, I would...&lt;br /&gt;Fly to Japan NOWNOWNOW because IT'S FOUR DAYS TO THE OPENING OF AIR GEAR MUSICAL AND I WANT TO WAAATCH D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#13 - My dream is to...&lt;br /&gt;WORK IN JAPAAAAAAAAAAAAN. This was super funny because I was reading it out and Li Jun and I said, "WORK IN JAPAAAAAAAAAAN" together XD and then we burst out laughing. X3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#14 - My favourite type of food is...&lt;br /&gt;RAMEEEEEEEEEEEEEEN. And well, I love miso too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#15 - If I could say whatever I wanted to generations past, I'd say...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;"Adam was made for Steve, kthnxbai."&lt;/s&gt; Hi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#16 - My favourite actor or actress is...&lt;br /&gt;UH. Ishallnamemorethanone, becauseIsucklikethat. XD;&lt;br /&gt;Nishikido Ryo! Sawajiri Erika! (And she just pwns too much. I mean pwning SMAP, Mr. Children, KAT-TUN, KODA KUMI and well a lot a lot more in Oricon Style's Top Singles of 2006. S'cool, it's only her first time singing -and as a character from a j-drama too- and her single pwned 90 more singles! Okay I'll shut up. -_-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#17 - My best piece of advice is...&lt;br /&gt;Hana Kimi sucks. D&lt; They made an okay-not-that-bad manga into a TAIWANESE drama. They're spoiling the image of Hana Kimi. So now when I see Hana Kimi I go all "D:". D&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#18 - My sibling would probably say this about me...&lt;br /&gt;"Weird fangirl." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#19 - My dream job is...&lt;br /&gt;To work backstage anywhere. AOYAMA THEATRE 8D -yes I've fallen in love with Aoyama Theatre *is currently drooling at their equipment and fixture list and theatre layout- Or OSAKA-JO HALL or Zepp Tokyo or Shibuya-AX or Space Zero or -*bricked*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#20 - In ten years I will be...&lt;br /&gt;Working in Japan I think. :3 If I manage to, which I have to. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#21 - Did I ever tell about the time I...&lt;br /&gt;stole Zhee's wallet? And then she panicked horribly because the class fund was inside. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#22 - If I were a millionaire I would...&lt;br /&gt;YEAH, I WOULD BUY KINO TOO. D&lt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#23 - My favourite movie is...&lt;br /&gt;Idk. Water Boys? *shot* IDK. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#24 - My favourite place is...&lt;br /&gt;KINO! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#25 - The craziest thing I ever did was...&lt;br /&gt;Drop the whole toilet roll into the toilet bowl for the fifth or sixth time.    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I ate nothing for almost 10 hours. I only ate a few mouthfuls of Li Jun's fried rice, and then I lost 1.5KG WHY IS IT SO SCARY. @_@&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND NICOLEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA ILU THANK YOU FOR THE WALLET CARDS (Teppei pwns my Ez-Link card or movie tickets 923856438719230420390r83572 times) AND PHOTOS AND WHATNOT AND THE CANDY AND STUFF m(_ _)m! TODAY'S RABI. *bricked*&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a aiotarget="true" aiotitle="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 307px; height: 164px;" src="http://i14.photobucket.com/albums/a330/kiykiyy/rabi2.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22250599-384389279398407514?l=tagmebeforeyouleave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tagmebeforeyouleave.blogspot.com/feeds/384389279398407514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22250599&amp;postID=384389279398407514' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22250599/posts/default/384389279398407514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22250599/posts/default/384389279398407514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tagmebeforeyouleave.blogspot.com/2007/01/meme.html' title=''/><author><name>Kiy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14476715748584255421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22250599.post-8221099554356157988</id><published>2007-01-01T22:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-01T08:16:54.405-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I. FINALLY. GOT. THE. D.GRAY CALENDAR. And it was the last one too, omfg. I'M REALLY GLAD NO ONE BOUGHT IT WHILE I WAS PONDERING OVER "KANJANI8 CALENDAR OR D.GRAY" or I would've suicided &gt;_&gt; Because the calendar is just too, too gorgeousprettylovely! It's METALLIC. SHIIIIIIIIIINY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there's a new layout in Kino! They moved all the shelves to different places everywhere, so where the paths to walk originally are now the shelves. I was quite confused finding my way around, and because I was still used to the old layout, I walked straight into a bookshelf D: I was just  looking at other magazines without looking where I was walking and before I knew it, SMACK. -___-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it is -not- possible that the whole stack of PASH! Volume 9 can just disappear like that. D: NOT POSSIBLE NOT POSSIBLE IT WAS A WHOLE FREAKIN' STAAACK D: Well, I do understand that Good Come can disappear easily because there was only one, BUT PASH D: and then there were 273495683043285 issues of Top Stage 39. See, no one likes it. XD Just throw it away already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THEN. I SAW. OCEAN LINER. KENKEN'S PHOTOBOOK. NEXT TO KATOU'S SINGER BOOK. OHMYGOODNESSFHDSAPFIHWEFUA ME THINKS KINO IS GETTING WISER. But they're still stupid anyway, because they don't bring in Cast Prix. D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT ANYWAY. D.GRAY CALENDAR. HOTDAMN, IT ISN'T &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;POSSIBLE&lt;/span&gt; FOR SOMEONE TO BE -&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;SO&lt;/span&gt;- GOODLOOKING D: I was just gaping at Rabi and gaping and gaping, and yes, he has taken over Katou in my handphone's wallpaper. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, this calls for a picspam! :3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a aiotarget="true" aiotitle="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 307px; height: 203px;" src="http://i14.photobucket.com/albums/a330/kiykiyy/snapshot20061231190418.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...No wait, it's supposed to be Rabi right? &lt;s&gt;ICAN'THELPIT&lt;/s&gt; Anyway, does anyone know why Ryo is so sad? Well he was happy -- *points down*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a aiotarget="true" aiotitle="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 307px; height: 206px;" src="http://i14.photobucket.com/albums/a330/kiykiyy/snapshot20061231190450.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- because Uchi is coming back. AND THEN. He found out Uchi's going to be a trainee a.k.a wtf-isn't-that-lower-than-being-a-Junior-HOLYSHIT so he became all angsty again. *points back up* D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Wait, this is supposed to be posted on that joint fangirl journal with Hazel right? K.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, well. Picpsam. So I've decided to post a picture of Rabi in future every post when I blog. Yes I love him -that- much. My photobucket has like 723583295240718728t6748216512347837 pictures of Rabi now and I have yet to finish uploading. D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a aiotarget="true" aiotitle="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 307px; height: 367px;" src="http://i14.photobucket.com/albums/a330/kiykiyy/RABI.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NO REALLY WHEN I SAW THIS MY BRAIN EXPLODED INTO A GAZILLION PIECES AND THE PIECES GOT SCATTERED EVERYWHERE SO I COULDN'T PICK THEM UP AND PIECE THEM TOGETHER AGAIN. THEN I JUST MELTED INTO A PUDDLE OF GOO. ...Okay so I've seen it before in -that- icon which was in my dp forever but WHEN YOU REALLY SEE IT ON PAPER AND NOT JUST A TEENY ICON YOU CAN DO NOTHING BUT MELT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, from an angle, this particular picture of Rabi resembles Jin so so so much. :3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22250599-8221099554356157988?l=tagmebeforeyouleave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tagmebeforeyouleave.blogspot.com/feeds/8221099554356157988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22250599&amp;postID=8221099554356157988' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22250599/posts/default/8221099554356157988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22250599/posts/default/8221099554356157988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tagmebeforeyouleave.blogspot.com/2007/01/i.html' title=''/><author><name>Kiy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14476715748584255421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22250599.post-116522873264536984</id><published>2007-01-01T18:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-01T07:03:25.354-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Fangirl rant #9275034473280564309436529034. Don't read if you'll get bored. XD I NEED TO LEARN TO POST AT THE FANGIRL RANT BLOG SHARED WITH HAAZEL. ILU TOO HAZEL! :3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'M GONNA QUOTE RYO. And because this was a post in 2006, I've finally decided to post it. XD;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"I have lots of friends, because I'm a sexy man. Of course, being sexy and the number of friends I have doesn't really have anything to do with each other (laugh)"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Fine, fine! I'm just too generous!! Who told me to be the sexiest man in Osaka. I'll just treat him to dinner then. Even though being sexy and treating for dinners doesn't really have anything to do with each other (laugh)"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Fans all say to me that I treat KAT-TUN's fans especially nicely. This has nothing to do with that Akanishi Jin at all, it's absolutely not because Jin's in KAT-TUN that I'm nice to KAT-TUN's fans, because I'm a sexy man, and sexy men have to be friendly! ...Okay, I admit that has a bit to do with it. Being nice to my friend's fans is very normal, you know. What? Why did I deny it at first? ...That's because {Editor: You're a sexy man.} Ah, everyone knows already! Then I won't publcize anymore (laugh)"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Kame: It's a special piece today! A cross talk with Ryo; it's a very fresh atmosphere!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ryo: Shut up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Kame: What kind of response is that (laugh). There was quite a lot of chances for interactions when we were in "Shock" together. Jin and I would even go hang out at the hotel that Ryo was staying at...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ryo: No way, there was no such thing! Don't lie!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Ryo: Really? Then I must've had something in my mouth (laugh). Shut up! Leave me alone!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Kame: I seem to have become the person being picked on for once. I miss this kind of feeling (laugh). But whenever I see and chat with Ryo, it's always been like this. Just a moment ago in the make up room before we took pictures, Ryo asked a question, and when I was about to reply, he said "Shut Up" (laugh)."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have I ever mentioned how it isn't possible for KAT-TUN to be so charming being so stupid? D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Tahoma;font-size:10;"  &gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22250599-116522873264536984?l=tagmebeforeyouleave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tagmebeforeyouleave.blogspot.com/feeds/116522873264536984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22250599&amp;postID=116522873264536984' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22250599/posts/default/116522873264536984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22250599/posts/default/116522873264536984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tagmebeforeyouleave.blogspot.com/2006/12/boogey-monster-uchi-said-cocking-one.html' title=''/><author><name>Kiy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14476715748584255421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22250599.post-2407638986850443243</id><published>2007-01-01T00:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-31T08:23:27.823-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Wada, your voice screws my brain ups so horriblys I can't talk or thinks properlys and I ends up with chunks of words in my essay that doesn'ts makes sense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;@_@&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, fandom explosions suck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, fandom explosions are horrible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, people who jumpthebandwagon can just freakin' go to hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, people who don't appreciate the soundtrack should be stabbed to death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...I swear the cameramen who filmed Kanfuu Fighting at Music Fighter are perverted. I MEAN HOW MANY TIMES DID THE CAMERA SWERVE TO RYO? *bricked*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I typed the above in 2006. Now it's 2007, isn't that cool?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Therefore, first post, first picture of 2007~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 307px; height: 173px;" src="http://i14.photobucket.com/albums/a330/kiykiyy/attention_please_11_002-1.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because Ryo pwns.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22250599-2407638986850443243?l=tagmebeforeyouleave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tagmebeforeyouleave.blogspot.com/feeds/2407638986850443243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22250599&amp;postID=2407638986850443243' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22250599/posts/default/2407638986850443243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22250599/posts/default/2407638986850443243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tagmebeforeyouleave.blogspot.com/2007/01/wada-your-voice-screws-my-brain-ups-so.html' title=''/><author><name>Kiy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14476715748584255421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22250599.post-1583016006935935601</id><published>2006-12-29T22:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-29T06:54:09.472-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>WHY AM I FEELING SO COLD D: the fan's already switched off and I'm huddling into my blanket. But I still feel cold. D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aaaa, stupid throbbing headache. I need aspirin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To think I was quite relieved when I realised that that there was only Volumes 4 and 5 left for DD-BOYS and suddenly POOF Volume 6 appears. Ohmygoodness *smacks head* If it hits Volume 10 I'll just die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now yes, shoot me, but I want to post caps of Bleach Soul Sonic 2006.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a aiotarget="true" aiotitle="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 307px; height: 204px;" src="http://i14.photobucket.com/albums/a330/kiykiyy/snapshot20061228185826.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the starting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a aiotarget="true" aiotitle="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 307px; height: 204px;" src="http://i14.photobucket.com/albums/a330/kiykiyy/snapshot20061228185953.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Morita. Lovely, lovely Morita.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a aiotarget="true" aiotitle="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 307px; height: 202px;" src="http://i14.photobucket.com/albums/a330/kiykiyy/snapshot20061228190230.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOOK AT MORITA'S MOUTH AND ICHIGO'S MOUTH. Yes so alike, huh. *bricked* YES I'M CRAPPING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a aiotarget="true" aiotitle="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 307px; height: 205px;" src="http://i14.photobucket.com/albums/a330/kiykiyy/snapshot20061228190305.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now Renji's pissed. O:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a aiotarget="true" aiotitle="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 307px; height: 205px;" src="http://i14.photobucket.com/albums/a330/kiykiyy/snapshot20061228190336.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*smirk*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a aiotarget="true" aiotitle="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 307px; height: 203px;" src="http://i14.photobucket.com/albums/a330/kiykiyy/snapshot20061228185648.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The shouting voice! The shouting voice! Moritamorita *chants* XD I mean, in Disc1 Part 1 when Ichigo was being hit on the face Morita actually moved his face in the way Ichigo got hit. S'COOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a aiotarget="true" aiotitle="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 307px; height: 204px;" src="http://i14.photobucket.com/albums/a330/kiykiyy/snapshot20061228190719.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Morita was practically howling with laughter, which was really cute :3 I still don't know who that seiyuu is, but womg he's cool!dorky. I mean he cracks stupid jokes and stays so cool. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a aiotarget="true" aiotitle="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 307px; height: 204px;" src="http://i14.photobucket.com/albums/a330/kiykiyy/snapshot20061228191032.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, Morita's a dork.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a aiotarget="true" aiotitle="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 307px; height: 202px;" src="http://i14.photobucket.com/albums/a330/kiykiyy/snapshot20061228190847.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"DAH WINNAH!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a aiotarget="true" aiotitle="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 307px; height: 204px;" src="http://i14.photobucket.com/albums/a330/kiykiyy/snapshot20061228191219.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aesthetics and Identity, lovelylovely song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a aiotarget="true" aiotitle="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 307px; height: 203px;" src="http://i14.photobucket.com/albums/a330/kiykiyy/snapshot20061228191405.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MORITA WAS SNAPPING TO THE BEAT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a aiotarget="true" aiotitle="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 307px; height: 205px;" src="http://i14.photobucket.com/albums/a330/kiykiyy/snapshot20061228191526.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"AESTHETICS AND IDENTITYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY~"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a aiotarget="true" aiotitle="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 307px; height: 204px;" src="http://i14.photobucket.com/albums/a330/kiykiyy/snapshot20061228191623.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone photoshop Ichigo and Ishida's face onto Morita and Sugiyama's faces. *bricked*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;WHO WANTS TO BUY PASH! VOLUME 9 FOR ME. IT HAS AIR GEAR MUSICAL IN IT. AND WELL KATOU WITH HIS LOVELYLOVELY HAIR AND SAITOU AND D-BOYS AND RIKKAIMYU. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22250599-1583016006935935601?l=tagmebeforeyouleave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tagmebeforeyouleave.blogspot.com/feeds/1583016006935935601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22250599&amp;postID=1583016006935935601' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22250599/posts/default/1583016006935935601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22250599/posts/default/1583016006935935601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tagmebeforeyouleave.blogspot.com/2006/12/why-am-i-feeling-so-cold-d-fans-already.html' title=''/><author><name>Kiy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14476715748584255421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22250599.post-5295088580138773181</id><published>2006-12-28T23:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-29T04:47:06.102-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today Mr. Boatman was being a complete dork again. XD;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway when the lesson started I showed him all my sticks. And he asked who John Otto was. And yes I couldn't remember either D: temporary memory block. Then he picked up my Tre Cool sticks. "OH THESE ARE COOOOOL." and he started playing with them XD Then he made me use the Tre Cool sticks so that it could "build up my arm's stamina" God, they were heavy. So we started by playing thirty-second notes and I was using the Tre Cool sticks and yes, my arm really died.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We started playing on the whole drumset and he hit the crash too hard and the screw at the top flew off. "OH MY GOD YOU'RE IN DANGER O: O:" -____________-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a while, he said, "Your pretty new sticks are going to have all these cuts and dents very soon!" *points to own drumstick with shit load of cuts and dents* XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Then&lt;/span&gt; he started talking about the signs found in Singapore and so on, and then he went on to say that since his new phone had a camera, he'd go around taking pictures *cue pretend he's holding a camera*of the signs. Then he said, "You know about that 'Speak Good English campaign? Well yeah then I can collate all the pictures and then send them in to them and tell them (I can't really remember, but something around the lines of) 'Well, not looking good.'" And then the both of us burst out laughing. Seriously, he spends 1/4 of the lessons joking. XDD Well anyway then he went on to say something like, "You know when people say 'He speaks good English?' Yeah, well, actually the British say it 'He speaks English well.". So actually, even the Speak Good English campaign is wrong." *cue super loud laughter from the both of us* And then he went on to talk about how some British people react when they see the signs in Singapore. "What is this? *bewildered look*" XDDD Yeah something around that line, but yes, as usual, he craps so much that I can't remember everything. XD;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then he went on to talk about how weird Singapore is. Like drum fills, apparently Singaporean drummers call them rolls. I never knew that, actually, I always thought they &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;were&lt;/span&gt; drumfills :/ because rolls are like. Marching band drum rolls? :| Idk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then he told me that some Singaporean had rented the drumsets -yes you can rent for 10bucks an hour -_- damn expensive actually :/- and that person turned the crash stand around. Well, for the crash stand, you can adjust the degree of how much the metallic thing sticks out and where it sticks out towards, so if you loosen the screw, and push it backwards, it'll fall all the way to the back. And apparently that drummer made it fall all the way to the back, and then turned the stand around so that he/she didn't have to tighten the screw and could just put the crash on. -_________-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K, no comment. Laziness. -_____-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afterwards, he started talking about when he was younger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I started drumming when I was thirteen, and by the time I was twenty-four, I had this whole drawer full of sticks. When I moved, I threw most of them away and yeah, I had a hundred and fifty pairs. Three hundred sticks. And all the kids in the neighbourhood saw all these sticks in the garbage cans and then soon every kid in the neighbourhood had a pair of drumsticks." God, I only have 3 pairs, 6 sticks. &lt;s&gt;WHO WANTS TO BUY ME MOOOOOOOORE.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And because my left wrist kept popping up, he said, "I created a monster when I made you do this *starts moeller whipping* Just say it's all his fault!" &lt;- referring to himself -_______- &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, I bought something, so Amy asked me for my name to write on the receipt and she wrote "Juen Yik".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XD But yeah after that I told her and she was like, "So. Guen, right?" *looks up and grins* And she's going to call me Guen for life too. O___O k.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there was this guy who was in the shop buying stuff when I finished my lesson and then he waited for me to come out and asked if I played for church O: I wonder if playing for church is interesting. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway Mr. Boatman wanted to use the metronome again. He was fiddling with it last week like a kid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: "...Isn't that Nigel's metronome?"&lt;br /&gt;Him: "Yeah, yeah."&lt;br /&gt;Him: *turns it on*&lt;br /&gt;Metronome: *a woman's voice starts saying '1 E AND A 2 E AND A 3 E AND A 4 E AND A'*&lt;br /&gt;Him: *fiddlefiddle, gringrin happily to himself*&lt;br /&gt;Me: "...I thought it was supposed to make a click or beep sound."&lt;br /&gt;Him: "Yeah, yeah, it can. But this is more fun, isn't it? And more interesting. *grins madly*"&lt;br /&gt;Me: *smirks*&lt;br /&gt;Him: *still fiddling around until all is left is 'E-A-E-A-E-A-E-A'* THERE. HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;Him: *places metronome on ground*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then after he switched it off, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;he&lt;/span&gt; became the metronome. And he was all, "1 &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt; 2 &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt; 3 &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt; 4 &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;" -_________- He was only saying the "E" and the "A"s and doing in this jerky jerky way XD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22250599-5295088580138773181?l=tagmebeforeyouleave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tagmebeforeyouleave.blogspot.com/feeds/5295088580138773181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22250599&amp;postID=5295088580138773181' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22250599/posts/default/5295088580138773181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22250599/posts/default/5295088580138773181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tagmebeforeyouleave.blogspot.com/2006/12/today-mr.html' title=''/><author><name>Kiy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14476715748584255421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22250599.post-6252265466969197726</id><published>2006-12-27T05:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-27T20:45:25.693-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>WHY IS THE BLOODY MOSQUITO STINGING MEEE. And my neck, too. Pfft.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I slept at around 3am today. I was supposed to sleep earlier but I couldn't fall asleep D: Then I had to wake up at 8am today so I was so tired. I kinda walked into the path of a car while crossing the road on the way to school and afterwards, I walked into a lamp post. Yes I suck D: I didn't even eat breakfast XD; my stomach was complaining on the bus and yes, people were &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;staring&lt;/span&gt; because it was just growling so loudly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to school, comm meeting yaddayaddayadda. I'm horrible, yes I know, I was doodling in Ah Mei's notebook the whole time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOD I CANNOT WAIT TO LEARN MLX WOMG. LOVELOVE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway then I stoned at Raffles MRT. And then this guy who kept fucking staring at me and was originally standing next to this pillar when I came out suddenly moved and sat beside me and I was "O________O Wth?". So I just continued editing my essay and then he stood up, walked in front, walked back AND SAT CLOSER TO ME and then I think he peered over my shoulder from time to time and was reading my essay and I was all "WTF is wrong with him? Should I just tell him to bloody get lost D:" But I ended up ignoring him anyway. And after a longlong time his friend finally came and they walked off, leaving me glaring holes into his back, yey. No, I don't like being stared at. S'freaky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So. Then I saw Karthik walking towards me and I was "OMG WHUT WHY IS HE HERE ALREADY." and then I turned and faced the pillar for fear that he'd see me but then he went behind the other pillar. XD; Then Timothy and Liang Hui came and then I went over to Karthik.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*SURPISED LOOK*&lt;br /&gt;"EH WHY ARE YOU HERE?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, that was priceless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Macs for lunch when Edmund came and then we went to Mind Cafe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One word to describe all that happened in Mind Cafe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Retarded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XD;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First we played Taboo. Then we played Advercity, then Snorta, and then Uno &lt;s&gt;Stacko&lt;/s&gt; Sicko, and then we -tried- to play Cranium but we went back to Advercity anyway then Karthik left halfway and then we played Snorta again. XD; Snorta was love XDDD Advercity was uh, FUNNY. *shot* No, actually it was sick. BUT FUNNY, YES. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have I mentioned that the group of people behind us were so freakin' noisy we couldn't even hear the music?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Probably not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway Taboo. YES I SUCK I CAN'T PUT THINGS INTO WORDS XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Advercity. Uh. Full of uh, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;stuff&lt;/span&gt; and weird slogans. Edmund and Liang Hui were flipping through all the slogans and dumping the uh, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;funny&lt;/span&gt; ones on the table XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, Snorta &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;was&lt;/span&gt; &lt;s&gt;lovely&lt;/s&gt; stupid :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it was super funny, because the first time we played Timothy got the snake. So whenever anyone got the same card as him we'd just go "st." and he'd have to take all the cards XD So he had this whole pile in his hand :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"SST." and you diiiiiie.&lt;br /&gt;"Meh."&lt;br /&gt;"Woof."&lt;br /&gt;"Meow."&lt;br /&gt;"Ribbit."&lt;br /&gt;"Snorta."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*shot*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uno &lt;s&gt;Stacko&lt;/s&gt; Sicko was really amusing XD But it was lovely, wacky entertainment. There was this lady at the table next to ours and she was grinning like a pig at us when she saw the wacky structures built with the Uno pieces. And the guy working at Mind Cafe was grinning and snrking at us too -______-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afterwards we went to Jurong Point's Bento Box for dinner and after dinner we played the flyfly and mehmeh game, trying to psycho Edmund. XD; baffling, indeed. XD; now, who wants to be the next to get psycho-ed. *evil grin*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why does my nose only leak like a tap at night and early in the morning? D:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22250599-6252265466969197726?l=tagmebeforeyouleave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tagmebeforeyouleave.blogspot.com/feeds/6252265466969197726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22250599&amp;postID=6252265466969197726' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22250599/posts/default/6252265466969197726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22250599/posts/default/6252265466969197726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tagmebeforeyouleave.blogspot.com/2006/12/why-is-bloody-mosquito-stinging-meee.html' title=''/><author><name>Kiy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14476715748584255421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22250599.post-6863911549743575509</id><published>2006-12-26T16:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-26T01:00:55.782-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO OGURI.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Shirotan :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;WELLWHOWANTSAPICSPAM.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heck. Just for the kicks of it, KAME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;a aiotarget="true" aiotitle="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 307px; height: 472px;" src="http://i14.photobucket.com/albums/a330/kiykiyy/kame.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kameeeeee AJK;FDAFHAPWEFNDFOPUW don't run while pulling your shirt up! Idk, I just found this in my files when all my files are supposed to have disappeared. S'weird. 'cos you see my laptop loves Kame too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a aiotarget="true" aiotitle="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 307px; height: 481px;" src="http://i14.photobucket.com/albums/a330/kiykiyy/junspear.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again, for the kicks of it, MATSUJUN. LAWL, Jun, you dork. XD;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22250599-6863911549743575509?l=tagmebeforeyouleave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tagmebeforeyouleave.blogspot.com/feeds/6863911549743575509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22250599&amp;postID=6863911549743575509' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22250599/posts/default/6863911549743575509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22250599/posts/default/6863911549743575509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tagmebeforeyouleave.blogspot.com/2006/12/happy-birthday-to-oguri-3.html' title=''/><author><name>Kiy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14476715748584255421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22250599.post-1425791590608828809</id><published>2006-12-25T23:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-25T22:11:20.249-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This Christmas, Santa gave me the most wonderful present -ever-. My computer crashed, I lost all my files. Yes, all. Even my bookmarks. MY BOOKMARKS. MY PRECIOUS FIREFOX BOOKMARKS FANDSPOEBFWPN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What pains me the most is the fact that all my JE stuff is gone -I haven't back upped yet-, my manga and one-shots are gone, ELLEGARDEN is gone, MabeRajio is gone -fuck-, MY WORD DOCUMENTS ARE GONE. I MEAN MY WORD DOCUMENTS = TRANSLATIONS OF INTERVIEWS AND WHATNOT and they're all just gone. D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Cardcaptor Sakura is gone (yes I suck for still watching that), my Digimon Savers episodes are gone, my Digimon movies are gone, and the worst is the fact that. MY MAGAZINE SCANS AND PHOTOSETS ARE GONE. I HAVEN'T BACK UPPED THE LATEST ONE, DAMMIT *cries*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least I back upped Kanjani8's EXCITE!!, Switch wo Osu Toki, CINEPURI subbed, DD-BOYS Volumes 1-3 so no, I'm not crying yet. Though I'm horribly, terribly upset. I'm bloody glad I had my Commonwealth Essay in my thumbdrive, and my fic, or seriously, I'd have suicided by now. No, really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buuuuuuut aaaaaaaaaaall my Arashi stuff's gone too. YES I WAS IN THE MIDST OF GETTING EVERYTHING AND DAAAAMMMMIT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...My Ryo interviews are gone. YES I'M ANGSTING IGNORE ME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was sosososo upset I turned to watching Files of Kindaichi 3, and MatsuJun really cheered me up &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah fuck blogger I can't bother to retype.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MatsuJun &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22250599-1425791590608828809?l=tagmebeforeyouleave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tagmebeforeyouleave.blogspot.com/feeds/1425791590608828809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22250599&amp;postID=1425791590608828809' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22250599/posts/default/1425791590608828809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22250599/posts/default/1425791590608828809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tagmebeforeyouleave.blogspot.com/2006/12/this-christmas-santa-gave-me-most.html' title=''/><author><name>Kiy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14476715748584255421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22250599.post-5115567682321127290</id><published>2006-12-23T20:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-28T04:01:35.843-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yesterday I was listening to Jin and writing my essay. My brain went FFFRKKKKKKZZZZZPSSSSSSSHHHHTTTTT and fizzed out upon hearing Jin's voice and my brain just died on me. So I just gave up continuing writing my essay and I just sat there listening to Jin. D: so now my essay is going nowhere. I. MUST. HIT. 5K. AS. WELL. @_@&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, today I was in Poh Kim and looking at the amount of J-dramas they had and then I saw. PURI PURI D. And I actually burst into a fit of silent laughter in the shop because I was too horrified.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MORITA IS LOVE MORITA IS LOVE omg Aesthetics and Identity is a lovelylovely song. See Li Jun, now I want to get into Bleach to listen to Ichigo. AAAAAAAAAAAAA *FLAILFLAIL*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DANDORI DANCE DRILL STOP CRASHING ON MEEEE D: IT'S THE 4TH TIME ALREADY D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"I watched him skate in a poised way on the smooth ice. It seemed like ice was his element, as if he was the master of it, and it would obey his every command. He was so swift; so elegant; so controlled, twirling and whirling on the ice, every move executed perfectly; flawless. I watched him for what seemed like an eternity. He turned and noticed me looking at him. He smiled." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SEEMS SWEET EH. Then read parts of my essay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"The glint of the blade, the sharpness of it was irresistable. He couldn't take it anymore. He picked it up, and slashed his wrist. A bright red streak appeared as the blade moved deftly across his skin, his flesh, his veins. He slashed again. Another huge red streak. Another. Another. Another. Another, another, another, another. Until his whole wrist was bloody and blood was gushing out, spurting out. The huge, blood red rubies exploded with the impact they made with the floor. The penknife dropped onto the ground with a light, clink sound."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"He turned his attention to the trickling blood. His eyes never left that trail of crimson on his arm as the blood continued flowing out from where his vein had been cut; he watched with fascination, eyes slowing moving down that pretty red line which was oddly striking similar to the colour of his hair. His eyes followed the droplets of blood dripping from his elbow; the blotches of red turned into a puddle of cerise. He could just swear, just swear that the fresh droplets of blood which joined that puddle of crimson slowly, slowly, shaped itself into the face of someone who was very important to him, someone so dear."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AWWW. *bricked*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh who wants to watch Mr. Boatman perform again tomorrow and on 25th December at Esplanade :D 730pm! :D I think they're going to be performing christmas carols. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bet he's going to show off his phone to me. XD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22250599-5115567682321127290?l=tagmebeforeyouleave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tagmebeforeyouleave.blogspot.com/feeds/5115567682321127290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22250599&amp;postID=5115567682321127290' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22250599/posts/default/5115567682321127290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22250599/posts/default/5115567682321127290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tagmebeforeyouleave.blogspot.com/2006/12/yesterday-i-was-listening-to-jin-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Kiy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14476715748584255421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22250599.post-7240963045501478784</id><published>2006-12-21T07:24:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-21T07:29:39.466-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Fine I'll just blog about our trip in Hong Kong XD without photos, because I'm too sick of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically the whole trip kinda sucked, because it rained almost everyday except the first and the last day. Well the plane ride was. Boring. Checked into Disneyland's Hollywood Hotel and then we went Disneyland and took photos and saw the fireworks which were omgpretty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second day. Went Disneyland with Luk Wern. And then I just hung around Luk Wern and her parents until around 5pm before I started to make my way back to Tomorrowland.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was raining super hard and I was walking in the rain. There were these two Japanese guys sharing an umbrella behind me, and one of them &lt;s&gt;(probably the uke)&lt;/s&gt; said something like, "Ehhhh, should we share our umbrella with her? *pointpoint*" Then the &lt;s&gt;seme&lt;/s&gt; other guy was like, "...Anything." I was so, so, so amused XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And womg, there were these two Japanese kids who were so adorableee :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shopping shopping walked and walked and walked, took photos, blahblahblah end of trip. End of post. Yay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.sendspace.com/file/hddaaq"&gt;Because Wada's voice is omglovely. I mean Butterfly was a lovelylovely song already, what can beat a christmas song by Wada? :D Plus, Digimon was love in the beginning *bricked*&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today during my drum lesson Mr. Boatman was totally acting like a kid during christmas. XD He got a call, talked on the phone for a while, and then hung up. Then:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"My new phone is here! I mean, that is -so- cool. Wait 'til your next lesson. I'll show it to you. It beats this *picks up old phone* shabby phone which I've had for -3- years. Have I shown you before? *shows* It's Motorolla."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or something around that line, but yeah the way he said it was funnier and dorkier. XD; He was like, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;thrilled&lt;/span&gt;. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And he was trying to shoot himself in the head with the drumstick XDD Mr. Boatman is the dorkiest person &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ever&lt;/span&gt;. XD He does all sorts of dorky stuff during our lessons that make me laugh. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 307px; height: 360px;" src="http://i14.photobucket.com/albums/a330/kiykiyy/OMGLOVEHEART.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YES I'M A FREAKIN' STALKER. SO SUE ME. Guess who. *grins madly* Loveheartloveheart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 307px; height: 454px;" src="http://i14.photobucket.com/albums/a330/kiykiyy/D.png" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND RABI. ROMGRABIRABU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;RABI &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;FTW&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22250599-7240963045501478784?l=tagmebeforeyouleave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tagmebeforeyouleave.blogspot.com/feeds/7240963045501478784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22250599&amp;postID=7240963045501478784' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22250599/posts/default/7240963045501478784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22250599/posts/default/7240963045501478784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tagmebeforeyouleave.blogspot.com/2006/12/fine-ill-just-blog-about-our-trip-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Kiy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14476715748584255421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22250599.post-116651306442856536</id><published>2006-12-19T15:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-19T03:34:49.136-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am really bloody sick of resizing the images from my Hong Kong trip in photoshop. Ohmygod -____- And because I'm still resizing I'll post random uh, images. Hah. So feel free to ignore this image spammed post. Really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was watching the FFVIIAC group skit at EOY Resolutions 2006 just now and OMG LOVELY CRACK. I mean. First Cloud, Vincent and Yuffie were fighting Kadaj and the gang and then the atmosphere's all tense and all and suddenly Cloud's phone rings. It took him a while to realise it was his phone. XD And he answered it. IN THE MIDDLE OF A BATTLE -_- And answering like that too *points down*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Strife delivery services."&lt;br /&gt;"Who're you." *looks around*&lt;br /&gt;"Did anyone order pizza?" *continues looking around*&lt;br /&gt;*cue Reno running in*&lt;br /&gt;*snatches Cloud's phone*&lt;br /&gt;*says something which I can't decipher*&lt;br /&gt;*hangs up and slams phone to Cloud's chest*&lt;br /&gt;*walks out*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOD, RENO. XD; I mean I love Reno and all but this is just pure, crack love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well then they resume their fighting while Reno walks back in the background. And they're fighting in like Matrix style. LIKE WOMG COOL K XD Their actions suddenly slow down and go slow-mo and then it speeds up and stuff. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Reno comes back. With PIZZA! Says something which I couldn't decipher again. (I'm using my HPX400 headphones too D:) Cloud, Vincent and Yuffie stop fighting Kadaj and the gang, totally just ignoring them and join Reno and they eat pizza -_______-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT WOMG RENO XD I mean, apparently he's a cam-whore. And the photos he was in, all the faces he made XD Plus he has the funny side of Reno down, totally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I MEAN, RENO &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;FTW&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 305px; height: 333px;" src="http://i14.photobucket.com/albums/a330/kiykiyy/IMG_4610.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reno and pizza :D Finally found this in sgcafe after browsing through godknowshowmanythreads *ded*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 306px; height: 227px;" src="http://i14.photobucket.com/albums/a330/kiykiyy/Picture048.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHECK OUT RABI'S HAMMER WOMG *grabsnatchsteal* Lovelylovely. *w* Total pwnage. From sgcafe as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Komui, on the other hand, was lovely as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://community.livejournal.com/dgray_man/286154.html"&gt;Because his yellow Bob the Builder hat is just lovely.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bet the yellow hat and the toy tool thingie he's using to fix Allen's hand were all bought from Toys 'r' Us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I so wished I was there D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suga Shikao is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt; looking good. 1 album 28% done, 7 more to go. Holy shit. And the fact that MediaFire is giving sucky speeds like 10.5KB/sec is not helping. I mean, the FTP server is giving me a speed of 190KB/sec. Hah. I mean Excite!! Concert finished faster than the bloody first album. God, don't do this to me. And MU is so -not- cooperating. It hung up Cast Prix twice already. JUST LET ME BLOODY GET IT ALREADY FOR HEAVEN'S SAKE *bashbashbash* And because my broadband just got changed to Starhub, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I CANNOT BLOODY USE SENDSPACE. GOD JUST SHOOT ME ALREADY.&lt;/span&gt; *suicides*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But on a happier note...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i14.photobucket.com/albums/a330/kiykiyy/p_01.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i14.photobucket.com/albums/a330/kiykiyy/p_02.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i14.photobucket.com/albums/a330/kiykiyy/p_03.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because THEY'RE JUST LOVELY AREN'T THEY. From &lt;a href="http://www.mmv.co.jp/special/airgear_musical/index.html"&gt;Air Gear musical site!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then KENN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 306px; height: 465px;" src="http://i14.photobucket.com/albums/a330/kiykiyy/cp3ag8hl3sp7.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMGLOVE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 306px; height: 469px;" src="http://i14.photobucket.com/albums/a330/kiykiyy/cp3ag11yc6lj3.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOVELY. Kaaaajiiiiiii~ ...Is KENN shorter than Kaji or something. D: I only know Kaji is 175cm but I never managed to find out KENN's D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 306px; height: 454px;" src="http://i14.photobucket.com/albums/a330/kiykiyy/cp4dz8.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KenKen, KenKen. STOP FROWNING SO MUCH FOR HEAVEN'S SAKE @___@ Or you're going to get wrinkles D: You look better smiling *nods*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 307px; height: 173px;" src="http://i14.photobucket.com/albums/a330/kiykiyy/March.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If we do Marciano's 12 SISTERS, I will even cut my fringe straight like March. No, really, I swear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To end this off&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i14.photobucket.com/albums/a330/kiykiyy/youngRyo.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i14.photobucket.com/albums/a330/kiykiyy/youngRyo1.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because young!Ryo is omglovely. ISN'T HE, ISN'T HE? *points gun*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Another &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;very&lt;/span&gt; pointless entry. Well done.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22250599-116651306442856536?l=tagmebeforeyouleave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tagmebeforeyouleave.blogspot.com/feeds/116651306442856536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22250599&amp;postID=116651306442856536' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22250599/posts/default/116651306442856536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22250599/posts/default/116651306442856536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tagmebeforeyouleave.blogspot.com/2006/12/i-am-really-bloody-sick-of-resizing.html' title=''/><author><name>Kiy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14476715748584255421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22250599.post-116641491973635295</id><published>2006-12-18T12:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-17T20:10:56.736-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm just posting one photo for now, because I need to resize all the images from my slr if I want to post them here *dies* x_X no srsly. Because each photo's like 3888x2592 pixels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a aiotarget="true" aiotitle="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 306px; height: 227px;" src="http://i14.photobucket.com/albums/a330/kiykiyy/DSCN5608.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took this in the cable car going downhill at Ocean Park ^-^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate my retainers grrr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MARCH. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22250599-116641491973635295?l=tagmebeforeyouleave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tagmebeforeyouleave.blogspot.com/feeds/116641491973635295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22250599&amp;postID=116641491973635295' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22250599/posts/default/116641491973635295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22250599/posts/default/116641491973635295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tagmebeforeyouleave.blogspot.com/2006/12/im-just-posting-one-photo-for-now.html' title=''/><author><name>Kiy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14476715748584255421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22250599.post-116575464126293725</id><published>2006-12-10T20:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-10T04:52:33.423-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a aiotarget="true" aiotitle="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 305px; height: 180px;" src="http://i14.photobucket.com/albums/a330/kiykiyy/Hihara-Kazuki.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a aiotarget="true" aiotitle="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 306px; height: 201px;" src="http://i14.photobucket.com/albums/a330/kiykiyy/comment04.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because Kazuki is just love. And pwns everyone else.  Right click and view image for uh, BIGGER VERSION OF LOVELINESS. *nods madly* Because my blog's so small I have to resize it hmpff. And I don't want the whole layout to go all screwy &gt;_&lt;  &lt;a aiotarget="true" aiotitle="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 304px; height: 175px;" src="http://i14.photobucket.com/albums/a330/kiykiyy/Tsukimori-Len.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And because Len is love too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tachibana Keita's voice is just omggorgeous.&lt;br /&gt;And I might be meeting Luk Wern in Hong Kong Disneyland. How rad is that. My flight's at 1010am. Which would mean I'd have to wake up bloody early. *groans*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22250599-116575464126293725?l=tagmebeforeyouleave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tagmebeforeyouleave.blogspot.com/feeds/116575464126293725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22250599&amp;postID=116575464126293725' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22250599/posts/default/116575464126293725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22250599/posts/default/116575464126293725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tagmebeforeyouleave.blogspot.com/2006/12/and-because-len-is-love-too.html' title=''/><author><name>Kiy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14476715748584255421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22250599.post-116568114550149505</id><published>2006-12-10T00:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-10T00:29:07.186-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Occupational hazards.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;     I'm a. I'm a-. I'maI'maI'ma. What am I? Oh yes, I'm a cameraman.&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;     I work for this company called Kornny's Dissipation. It sounds weird doesn't it? Just like corn. ...Oh, did I mention they give out free corn to everyone on Tuesdays? That's cool, isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;     But my job is boring, though. I do nothing but film, film, and film.&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;     And film.&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;     And film.&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;     And film.&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;     And film.&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;     And film.&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;     And film.&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;     And well, yeah, eat corn.&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;     But today it was different. I plodded onto the set, expecting yet another day of boredom~&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;     HOLY FUCK.&lt;br /&gt;     WAITWAIT.&lt;br /&gt;     REWIND.&lt;br /&gt;     REWIND.&lt;br /&gt;     IS THAT WHO I THINK IT IS.&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;     ZOMGBBQ IT'S.&lt;br /&gt;     IT'S.&lt;br /&gt;     IT'S.&lt;br /&gt;     IT'S.&lt;br /&gt;     IT'S.&lt;br /&gt;     IT'S.&lt;br /&gt;     RYO.&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;THE&lt;/span&gt; SEXY OSAKA MAN.&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;     OH-MY-GOD. Is it time for me to flail? Why, yes, I believe it is. *FLAILFLAILFLAIL*&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;     Hold a second. Who's that frail looking person holding Ryo's hand tightly? My god, she's -so- thin. But she sure looks pretty. No wonder she's with Ryo. Let's call her Princess. Because she looks just like one. A pretty, pretty princess~ And because a Prince, by right, deserves a Princess~&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;   .....&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;     OH-MY-GOD, WAIT. ISN'T THAT TEPPEI? You know, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;KOIKE TEPPEI&lt;/span&gt;. The One and Only Teppei who can kill teenage girls &lt;s&gt;andprobablyboystoo&lt;/s&gt; with his omgprettylooks.&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;     ...WHY, YES IT IS! *FLAILFLAILFLAILFROTHFROTHFROTH* Teppei-chan~~&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;     Wait, why is there something warm flowing out of my nose? OMG IT'S BLOOD. I need tissue. Tissue~ TISSUETISSUETISSUE QUICK BEFORE ANYONE SEES @___@!&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;     .....&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;     Okay that's better.&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;     Aa, filming is starting. All the better. Wait, Teppei-chan's quarelling with the director. I wonder why. Oh he just left in a huff. Princess looks guilty.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; The &lt;/span&gt;Sexy Osaka Man seems happy. I wonder why. Oh, they just went to change.&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;     .....&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;     Aa, This is going to be boring. Aaaaaaa~~&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;     I was wrong.&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;     The second &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The&lt;/span&gt; Sexy Osaka Man walked out from the changing room, everyone on the set nose bled. Well, yeah, including me. Now the floor's all bloody. Oh noes.&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;     &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The&lt;/span&gt; Sexy Osaka Man's wearing a frilly skirt. A short, black, frilly skirt. And ohmygod, lookathisprettylegs. And holyshit, look a his stomach. It's so lean and tonned and KDFJRAWEOPAFNOE &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;GORGEOUS&lt;/span&gt;. He's wearing some sort of arm warmer thing on both arms, which covers almost his whole arm. Only his fingers stick out. And there's an adorable heart on the black arm warmer. There is a heart on each of his leg warmers too. Not that he needs those leg warmers to block the view of his prettyprettylegs.&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;     ...Oh. Princess just walked out. In contrast to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The &lt;/span&gt;Sexy Osaka Man's black clothes, she's wearing white clothing. Pretty, frilly clothing, fit for a Princess. My, she's really pretty. She has a cute ribbon tied in her hair. She's trying to pull her skirt lower, because it's too short. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The&lt;/span&gt; Sexy Osaka Man laughs and smacks her butt playfully. She blushes and he ruffles her hair.&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;     The filming finally starts. But the cleaners have to be called in first. Because there's more blood on the ground than ever.&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;     Princess slips. OHMYGODNO SHE'S GOING TO STAIN HER PRETTY WHITE SKIRT AND THEN AND THEN. @__@ PEOPLE ARE GOING TO THINK SHE DJFAWPOEFA STAINED HER SKIRT. OH NOOOOOOOEEEEEEEEEEEEES!!!!1!!!111!!&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;     Aaaa. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The&lt;/span&gt; Sexy Osaka Man managed to catch her. ...At least she's safe.&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;     .....&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;     The cleaners are finally done cleaning the place. The director tells us, "No upskirt shots, plzkthnx." Everyone looks disappointed. But the filming has to go on anyway.&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;     And yes, the filming &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;finally&lt;/span&gt; starts. OH. So &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The&lt;/span&gt; Sexy Osaka Man's called "Cure Black" and Princess is called "Cure White". Interesting.&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;     The camera focuses on Cure White too long. Because she's just too pretty. The director scolds me. Cure Black comes over and warns me not to touch and/or lust over his property. Princess blushes.&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;     Cure Black and Cure White fight all sorts of ugly monsters. One of them looks just like that fugly guy from Boys Love. Eew.&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;     .....&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;     The filming finally ends. Everyone starts to pack up. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The&lt;/span&gt; Sexy Osaka Man gives Princess a kiss for a job well done. Princess blushes. Again, I stared a bit too long and thus earned a glare from &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The&lt;/span&gt; Sexy Osaka Man. He mouths, "Touch and/or lust over &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;my&lt;/span&gt; property and you will die&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;a horrible death." I pack up my things in a hurry. I overhear the director talking to someone on the phone. Oh, it's Teppei-chan. He's apologising for &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The&lt;/span&gt; Sexy Osaka Man's behaviour, and that &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The&lt;/span&gt; Sexy Osaka Man had insisted that Princess be Cure White, instead of Teppei-chan.&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;      So that's what happened. Either Princess gets the role of Cure White, or there would be no Cure Black at all. Well, he &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;is&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The&lt;/span&gt; Sexy Osaka Man. He gets what he wants. No matter what. Because he's&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The&lt;/span&gt; Sexy Osaka Man. Who in their right mind would dare to argue with &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The&lt;/span&gt; Sexy Osaka Man? No one. They'd probably nose bleed in front of him anyway, and no one wants to be known as "The Guy Who Nose Bled While Arguing With &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The&lt;/span&gt; Sexy Osaka Man Because He Argues Just Too Sexily.".&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;      And it's only because he's Cure Black that the fangirls will &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;flock&lt;/span&gt; to the theatres and spend all their money on photosets and merchandise.&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;     No, don't kill me. I'll write a new one soon. XD Occupational Hazards #2. Anyway this is supposed to be a crack filled thing so yeah. -_-;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22250599-116568114550149505?l=tagmebeforeyouleave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tagmebeforeyouleave.blogspot.com/feeds/116568114550149505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22250599&amp;postID=116568114550149505' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22250599/posts/default/116568114550149505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22250599/posts/default/116568114550149505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tagmebeforeyouleave.blogspot.com/2006/12/occupational-hazards.html' title=''/><author><name>Kiy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14476715748584255421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22250599.post-116559152121442129</id><published>2006-12-08T05:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-08T07:41:47.776-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bored of Everything - ELLEGARDEN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wake up, stand up, I know, but for what?&lt;br /&gt;One thing I crave, weekend without computer games&lt;br /&gt;Pull the trigger and kill the zombies&lt;br /&gt;Sorry, I'm done&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So many things I have let go&lt;br /&gt;No doubt, wanna do something else&lt;br /&gt;I need to find something before I'm bored of everything&lt;br /&gt;So many things I left undone&lt;br /&gt;No doubt, wanna be someone else&lt;br /&gt;I need to find something before I'm bored of everything&lt;br /&gt;Before I'm bored of everything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Voicemail is full, I know she calls me at home&lt;br /&gt;How much is my car and how much is my gift?&lt;br /&gt;Pull the trigger, kill the zombies&lt;br /&gt;Sorry, I'm done&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So many things I have let go&lt;br /&gt;No doubt, wanna do something else&lt;br /&gt;I need to find something before I'm bored of everything&lt;br /&gt;So many things I left undone&lt;br /&gt;No doubt, wanna be someone else&lt;br /&gt;I need to find something before I'm bored of everything&lt;br /&gt;Before I'm bored of everything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still can't believe when you say it's not true&lt;br /&gt;I still can't believe when you say it's not too late&lt;br /&gt;I still can't believe when you say it's not real&lt;br /&gt;I still can't believe when you say I'm not too late&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So many things I have let go&lt;br /&gt;No doubt, wanna do something else&lt;br /&gt;I need to find something before I'm bored of everything&lt;br /&gt;So many things I left undone&lt;br /&gt;No doubt, wanna be someone else&lt;br /&gt;I need to find something before I'm bored of everything&lt;br /&gt;Before I'm bored of everything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Pull the trigger, kill the zombies" THAT'S SO CUTE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Wannabies - ELLEGARDEN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;None of us can help dreaming&lt;br /&gt;Because a dream is what colors our lives&lt;br /&gt;So we wish though it never comes true&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any time, at any place&lt;br /&gt;We're writing down a page of our own story&lt;br /&gt;Every day is a new adventure&lt;br /&gt;Hardship is also a part of the story&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Close your eyes fast and you can become the one you wanna be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We wanna be, we wanna be M. Jordan&lt;br /&gt;We wanna be, we wanna be Brad Pitt&lt;br /&gt;We wanna be, we wanna be Hiroshige&lt;br /&gt;We are wannabies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any time, at any place&lt;br /&gt;We're writing down a page of our own story&lt;br /&gt;Looking for the title of our own&lt;br /&gt;Heading towards the new chapter ahead&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Close your eyes and you can feel it&lt;br /&gt;The way you wanna go is always right&lt;br /&gt;We are just wannabies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We wanna be, we wanna be J. Hendrix&lt;br /&gt;We wanna be, we wanna be Bruce Lee&lt;br /&gt;We wanna be, we wanna be A. Einstein&lt;br /&gt;We are wannabies&lt;br /&gt;Hey we are wannabies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We can dream it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any time, at any place&lt;br /&gt;There're people struggling to figure out&lt;br /&gt;What is the point of being real and&lt;br /&gt;What's the point of being original&lt;br /&gt;Close your eyes and you can see it&lt;br /&gt;Your name is on the cover of your book&lt;br /&gt;You are self-titled&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We wanna be, we wanna be M. Jordan&lt;br /&gt;We wanna be, we wanna be Brad Pitt&lt;br /&gt;We wanna be, we wanna be Hiroshige&lt;br /&gt;We are all wannabies&lt;br /&gt;Yeah yeah&lt;br /&gt;We wanna be, we wanna be J. Hendrix&lt;br /&gt;We wanna be, we wanna be Bruce Lee&lt;br /&gt;We wanna be, we wanna be A. Einstein&lt;br /&gt;We're all wannabies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dancing in a Circle - ELLEGARDEN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Out of nowhere we gathered here&lt;br /&gt;Looking for a cover and human touch&lt;br /&gt;On the morning of leaving&lt;br /&gt;My packed baggage reminds me of the first day I got here&lt;br /&gt;This is the place where we started&lt;br /&gt;Where we shared good time and bad time&lt;br /&gt;Vans are ready to load&lt;br /&gt;Glance at the cave&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Glad meetings and sad partings&lt;br /&gt;Time to leave this hideout&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've been dancing in a circle&lt;br /&gt;We've gathered around the candles of each one of us&lt;br /&gt;Though we're gonna have to leave here sometime&lt;br /&gt;I found myself wishing for just one more second&lt;br /&gt;Let our souls guide us&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We waited for the storm to pass&lt;br /&gt;In this hideout holding together&lt;br /&gt;Pain of losing&lt;br /&gt;Pleasure of gaining&lt;br /&gt;We have a lot of good stories&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though graffitti we painted fade&lt;br /&gt;This cave will still hold our friendships&lt;br /&gt;Finish the last meal&lt;br /&gt;No more looking back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Encounters mean a lot to me&lt;br /&gt;You're my good fellows&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've been dancing in a circle&lt;br /&gt;We've gathered around the candles of each one of us&lt;br /&gt;Though we're gonna have to leave here sometime&lt;br /&gt;I found myself wishing for just one more second&lt;br /&gt;Let our souls guide us&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Misunderstanding, we had many of them&lt;br /&gt;Misguided efforts, now they are funny stories&lt;br /&gt;Hard time, we shared a few laughs and many memories&lt;br /&gt;Moving vans are loaded&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've been dancing in a circle&lt;br /&gt;We've gathered around the candles of each one of us&lt;br /&gt;Though we're gonna have to leave here sometime&lt;br /&gt;Dancing in a circle&lt;br /&gt;We've gathered around the candles of each one of us&lt;br /&gt;Though we're gonna have to leave here sometime&lt;br /&gt;I found myself wishing for just one more second&lt;br /&gt;Let our souls guide us&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No really, because ELLEGARDEN is just love. So they're Japanese, but Takeshi sings in such flawless english. No, not engrish like uh, uh. ORANGE RANGE. English. *bricked* Zee says they sound scarily like Blink 182 XD;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.sendspace.com/file/zc753u"&gt;Bored of Everything&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.sendspace.com/file/zeg1er"&gt;Wannabies&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.sendspace.com/file/g2fsu9"&gt;Dancing in a Circle&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XD and if SS is being an ass, just wait for the bloody message to disappear and re-click. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, I probably won't be able to blog the next few days (yes I love last minute packing) so, happy (early) birthday to Li Jun :D You do know that I love you too right -HUGHUG- XD Or I wouldn't go running all over the place to get your present. -_- SO LOVE IT K. K.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then happy (early) birthday to KERRI lovehugmwah. I'LL SEND YOU AN SMS I PROMISE. :D see sms from Singapore to Shanghai, be touched.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NONO WAIT WHY DID THE MOON JUST MOVE. A CORNER OF THE BUILDING OPPOSITE WAS BLOCKING IT JUST NOW. AND THEN IT MOVED UP UP UP UP. It moves like 0.1cm (from the edge of the building to the moon) in lesser than 1 minute. Like a few seconds? O___________O&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22250599-116559152121442129?l=tagmebeforeyouleave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tagmebeforeyouleave.blogspot.com/feeds/116559152121442129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22250599&amp;postID=116559152121442129' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22250599/posts/default/116559152121442129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22250599/posts/default/116559152121442129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tagmebeforeyouleave.blogspot.com/2006/12/bored-of-everything-ellegarden-wake-up.html' title=''/><author><name>Kiy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14476715748584255421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22250599.post-116550564328224469</id><published>2006-12-07T23:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-07T07:34:03.563-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The moon is pretty. I can just sit here and stare at it forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I was watching the Death Note LoL Movie 2 and then I LOL-ed so hard I accidentally cut my wrist against somthing sharp. -__- Ouch. -____-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And today, I realised that the problem with my left hand is that when I try to do a double stroke, my fourth finger goes over my pinky. My wrist and fingers are too rubbery. O: But I like it that way XD It's nice to scare others with double jointed fingers sometimes. XDD;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just re-watched the video Zhee did for us 8 people again. So touching.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22250599-116550564328224469?l=tagmebeforeyouleave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tagmebeforeyouleave.blogspot.com/feeds/116550564328224469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22250599&amp;postID=116550564328224469' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22250599/posts/default/116550564328224469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22250599/posts/default/116550564328224469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tagmebeforeyouleave.blogspot.com/2006/12/moon-is-pretty.html' title=''/><author><name>Kiy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14476715748584255421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22250599.post-116540984409299181</id><published>2006-12-06T20:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-06T05:07:10.680-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"The boogey monster?" Uchi said, cocking one brow in impatience.&lt;br /&gt;"Worst." Ryo's ebony black pupils widened like saucers. "THE JAPANESE SAFETY MAN."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAZEL YOU DO UNDERSTAND THIS RIGHT? I THINK YOU'VE SEEN IT BEFORE &gt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I met Syu at YCK mrt station to get the X postcard. Omg, the journey sucked -__- so long. Boon Lay to Yio Chu Kang @__@ And then I met Li Jun at Woodlands. So we went for lunch first. Then we went to MJ which had a lot of pretty soundtracks. I want the D.N. Angel soundtrack! And Future Soundscape I to IV. @_@ Then we went to watch some christmas show. OMG THEY WERE RAPPING CHRISTMAS CAROLS K. IT WAS SO. DAMN. COOL. XD; *bricked* I want to watch again. &gt;_&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we went Lot 1 and then to the library next to Jurong Point to stone. And we went to read psychological books. -_- And did some personality quizzes and increasing brain power stuff O_O I am abnormal. Lijun is abnormal as well. Because our scores for the personality tests are beyond the normal ranges given in the book @______@&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I borrowed a book entitled "Beyond Polite Japanese." I read the first page and I started grinning and loving the book more. Because it really &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;is&lt;/span&gt; Japanese slang, and most of the stuff in there's quite rude. So basically, I'm learning how to scold people. And be rude. S'COOL. I doubt the japanese characters can be seen so I shall just delete them. -___-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Example.&lt;br /&gt; "Teme wa kono hanashi ni kankei nai n' da kara, hikkonde 'ro yo."&lt;br /&gt; "This is none of your fuckin' business, asshole, so why don't you just butt out."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That, is for 'teme'. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first word in the book was 'aitsu', which had an example of:&lt;br /&gt; "Ore ga nusunda n' ja nai yo. Aitsu dayo. Aitsu ni kimatte iru yo."&lt;br /&gt; "No way I ripped that off, man. That sucker's the one that did it. You can bet on that."&lt;st1:state st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:state&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then the second one was 'ama'. Which had the example:&lt;br /&gt; "Jibun de shippai shite oite ayamaranai nante, omae mo gojo na ama da ze."&lt;br /&gt; "Refusing to say you're sorry after fuckin' up like that. You're one stubborn bitch, you know."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beyond politeness, indeed, but amusing. XD Very amusing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched 'Yuuki' this morning. And zomg it's so bloody sad. Vanishing bone disease, huh. I wonder if it exists. I think so idk. *shrugs* Kame's a wonderful actor :D He can act real angsty like in Gokusen 2 and now he can act so happy and cheerful and bubbly :D Cheerfulbubbly!Kame is omglove. And coolcoolcool Oguri is love! But crying Oguri pwns everyone and everything. *is sadist* XD And I like that guy from TOKIO :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I really really want to go for EOY badly. -tantrums as well- D: *FLAILFLAILWIBBLEWIBBLE*&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for trying to cheer me up yesterday Hazel! and for the drabble-turned-fic! ^-^ -BIGHUG!-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Sorry, but in the phamphlet from the JCS Japanese Language School, one of the points under general information, enrolment states that "Applicants intending to join the School must be members of the Society in accordance with the Rules and Regulations of the Japanese Cultural Society, Singapore.". If I might ask, what "members of the Society in accordance with the Rules and Regulations of the Japanese Cultural Society, Singapore" would that refer to? Is there a requirement for membership? @_@;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Sorry for the trouble and thank you m(_ _)m"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EHHHH after re-reading, I realised I was being an idiot in the email I sent to the Society. &gt;_&gt;;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I was supposed to post this many hours ago @_@&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22250599-116540984409299181?l=tagmebeforeyouleave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tagmebeforeyouleave.blogspot.com/feeds/116540984409299181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22250599&amp;postID=116540984409299181' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22250599/posts/default/116540984409299181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22250599/posts/default/116540984409299181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tagmebeforeyouleave.blogspot.com/2006/12/boogey-monster-uchi-said-c_116540984409299181.html' title=''/><author><name>Kiy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14476715748584255421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22250599.post-116532470297064682</id><published>2006-12-05T21:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-05T05:19:44.513-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i14.photobucket.com/albums/a330/kiykiyy/Gummy_bears.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KILL THE GUMMIE BEAR OMG THIS IS SO PRETTAAAAYE &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a aiotarget="true" aiotitle="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 301px; height: 226px;" src="http://i14.photobucket.com/albums/a330/kiykiyy/11Oct05GummyBearsPicnic.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND ZOMG YELLOW RANGER GUMMIE BEAR KILLED ITS BROTHER O: O:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to get photos of my own gummie bear killing series.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i14.photobucket.com/albums/a330/kiykiyy/4b502a6e.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Robber!Santa. Homg. -_- *takes out shuriken (yes thank you lijun I couldn't remember XD) and aims carefully at butt* *passer-by takes out machine-gun* ...okay this is going nowhere *bricked*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i14.photobucket.com/albums/a330/kiykiyy/aoyamamatsuda.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because Aoyama is just so adorable. XD Matsudaaaaaa~ To tell the truth, I watch Death Note because of him. And Fujiwara, of course. *bricked*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"the waking of wings says:&lt;br /&gt;-insert banana and cow emoticon-&lt;br /&gt;kerri;      the mental tug of war says:&lt;br /&gt;HA&lt;br /&gt;kerri;      the mental tug of war says:&lt;br /&gt;HA&lt;br /&gt;kerri;      the mental tug of war says:&lt;br /&gt;HA.&lt;br /&gt;the waking of wings says:&lt;br /&gt;they move at different speeds&lt;br /&gt;kerri;      the mental tug of war says:&lt;br /&gt;OMG they can be husband and wife!!&lt;br /&gt;the waking of wings says:&lt;br /&gt;EEW&lt;br /&gt;kerri;      the mental tug of war says:&lt;br /&gt;hahaha cuz the banan younger ma&lt;br /&gt;the waking of wings says:&lt;br /&gt;YOU'LL GET A MUSHY COW FOR A BABY&lt;br /&gt;kerri;      the mental tug of war says:&lt;br /&gt;think: ashton demi&lt;br /&gt;kerri;      the mental tug of war says:&lt;br /&gt;HAHAH"&lt;br /&gt;-_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I WANT TO GO EOY!! I WANT TO COSPLAY!! T________T I CAN'T POSSIBLY WAIT ONE MORE YEAR OMG &lt;/span&gt;UWAAAH I told my mom to free up 16th and she had to organise our vacation on that day. T__T *wibbles*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet another incoherent post. *bricked*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22250599-116532470297064682?l=tagmebeforeyouleave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tagmebeforeyouleave.blogspot.com/feeds/116532470297064682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22250599&amp;postID=116532470297064682' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22250599/posts/default/116532470297064682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22250599/posts/default/116532470297064682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tagmebeforeyouleave.blogspot.com/2006/12/kill-gummie-bear-omg-this-is-so.html' title=''/><author><name>Kiy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14476715748584255421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22250599.post-116521918255565569</id><published>2006-12-04T15:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-04T00:36:30.686-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Kaoru: Ne, Kouji, what will happen to you when I die?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Kouji: Eh? *retarded grin -think ":3?"-* *grin fades after seeing Kaoru's blank but serious stare*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Kaoru: ... *still has a blank but serious stare*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Kouji: *thinks* ...I guess I would cry miserably.&lt;br /&gt;Kaoru: And then?&lt;br /&gt;Kouji: Keep crying, and then hate the whole world, feel that god really doesn't exist in this world, and then... I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Taiyou no Uta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't really remember -__-; But I rewinded that part 3 times because the way Yamada said it was so adorable XD; *bricked* Go watch Taiyou no Uta k. Because it's lovely. And because Takayuki Yamada's in it. -think Mr. Densha Otoko, that toot head who saved this 'beautiful' -omgIthinkshe'squitefugly- woman from some mad drunkard on the train and tries so hard to woo her -___________________-. And think Shindo in Water Boys XD - Speaking of Water Boys I need to get my paws on Water Boys. Because it has Shio. XD; And since it has Yamada, it's a double bonus XD *bricked*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Erika plays a character with yet another incurable disease. O: Who still dies in the end like in 1 Litre of Tears. I bet she got the role because producers were impressed at her flair talent at having incurable diseases and making her tears come whenever she wants to. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to download Taiyou no Uta with english subs -__-; Because Taiwan merchandises are omggross -__- so the stupid subs from the cd are in Chinese. and omfgidkw Malay. Plus the chinese is fan ti -__- But at least now I can read fan ti zi very quickly XD Preparation for when I watch Death Note The Last Name in Hong Kong XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I need to get the movie. BECAUSE YUI IS IN IT AKLKASJFD;LEHWN *KEYSMASH* ZOMG. And because some random guy from Gokusen is in it. Tsukamoto Takashi was it? Idk I have no idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Upcoming projects include this summer's highly anticipated drama Taiyou no Uta and film Tegami &lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;both with co-star Sawajiri Erika."&lt;br /&gt;DAAAD WE NEED TO BUY XD in case no one knows, my dad is a big fan of Erika XD;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sky's really pretty today. The cirrus clouds look just like the astral line. It's really pretty. And it's so windy GAAAH I so should've gone to East Coast to cycle. *whacks self a million times* Pffft I shall go uh, this Saturday or something. Who wants to goooooo &gt;__&lt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22250599-116521918255565569?l=tagmebeforeyouleave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tagmebeforeyouleave.blogspot.com/feeds/116521918255565569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22250599&amp;postID=116521918255565569' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22250599/posts/default/116521918255565569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22250599/posts/default/116521918255565569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tagmebeforeyouleave.blogspot.com/2006/12/kaoru-ne-kouji-what-will-happen-to-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Kiy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14476715748584255421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22250599.post-116506746375105739</id><published>2006-12-02T21:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-02T05:51:04.356-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>God. The back of my throat is still hurting very badly. Like there's something there when I just swallow saliva. ;__; *prays hard that tonsils are okay*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been having dreams with the same person in it for three nights in a row already. Problem is, I can't remember who the person is -____- You know it in the dream, so it automatically registers in your mind, but when you wake up, the whole dream and its characters go POOF. Pfft.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Loveless has the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;weirdest&lt;/span&gt; concepts. K. DD-BOYS is being an ass. 1 volume down, 2 more volumes to go *dies* xxxHOLiC guidebook is being an ass too wtf, crashed for the 3rd time already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom suddenly went and got cable. Not that I'm complaining though. :D ZOMG ANIMAX &lt;3 and national geographic &lt;3 and animal planet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22250599-116506746375105739?l=tagmebeforeyouleave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tagmebeforeyouleave.blogspot.com/feeds/116506746375105739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22250599&amp;postID=116506746375105739' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22250599/posts/default/116506746375105739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22250599/posts/default/116506746375105739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tagmebeforeyouleave.blogspot.com/2006/12/god.html' title=''/><author><name>Kiy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14476715748584255421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22250599.post-116494621100536712</id><published>2006-12-01T12:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-30T20:30:36.973-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>If I really have tonsil inflammation and then I have to go for an operation to cut my tonsils out like my mom, I'm going to laugh. Really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pash!8 is too pretty. But it's a whopping 19 bucks -__- I went to calculate and if you buy in Japan, it's $11.70. Pfft. I need to get Pash!7.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I need to get hm3. How can they put it beside racing car magazines and not with Top Stage and Junon and stuff -__- Should I buy today? Before I meet Zee and Yiyan at City Hall at 645pm. But if I buy I'm screwed for the rest of the month. Because hm3 volume 5 is $35.50. or $35.90. Idk. Then there's Death Note How to Read #13 and Black Cat Matatabi and Blanc et Noir which is 120 bucks. K I am so working next year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JIALE JIAYOU FOR YOUR YO CONCERT &lt;3 I give you a flower with petal. Unlike Kerri's. See, one petal! *points down*&lt;br /&gt;8&lt;br /&gt;|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nah Zee and Yiyan and I will buy you a bouquet. *nods*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;『エア・ギア ミュージカル』           ☆&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a aiotarget="true" aiotitle="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 305px; height: 305px;" src="http://i14.photobucket.com/albums/a330/kiykiyy/airgearem8.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ZOMG I NEED TO GET CAST PRIX AAAAAAAAAAAAA HOMG @___@ Must buy must buy must buy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean Kazu!KENN is &lt;333 HOMG yes thekazuhat!! :D :D teh love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and Ikki!KenKen is &lt;333 HOMG RED LEATHER JACKET XD &lt;33&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I still can't get over Onigiri!Kaji but zomg he looks too cool too cool too cool &lt;33 IneverlikedOnigiriXD;*getskilled*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This image so made my day *w*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh I see The Last Name stuff. "Who dies? Who survives?" XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of The Last Name here's an extract from teens December 2006 issue:&lt;br /&gt;"Death Note 2: The Last Name&lt;br /&gt;You'd recognise: Tatsuya Fujiwara, Ken'ichi Matsuyama&lt;br /&gt;Directed by: Shusuke Kaneko&lt;br /&gt;What's it about? Follwoing the massive Japanese horror hit Death Note is Death Note 2: The Last Name. After L dies, Near and Mello have to take over his cause and try to bring down the mass murderer of the famous "Kira" case.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Horror hit, huh. omg -_- *kills teens for that*&lt;br /&gt;After L dies, Near and Mello appear! *cue magic sparks and glitter* OMG NEARMELLO OMG OMG *fangirl squeals* unfortunately, it's not going to happen. -___-;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH I see D-boys and Takuya and NANA 2 (which means Hongo :D) and *jabs madly in direction of the four words next to KENN's face* KATOU KAZUKI &lt;3 That makes this magazine a must-buy *O*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22250599-116494621100536712?l=tagmebeforeyouleave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tagmebeforeyouleave.blogspot.com/feeds/116494621100536712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22250599&amp;postID=116494621100536712' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22250599/posts/default/116494621100536712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22250599/posts/default/116494621100536712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tagmebeforeyouleave.blogspot.com/2006/12/if-i-really-have-tonsil-inflammation.html' title=''/><author><name>Kiy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14476715748584255421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22250599.post-116489283263809145</id><published>2006-11-30T21:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-30T05:21:59.870-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a aiotarget="true" aiotitle="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 293px; height: 192px;" src="http://i14.photobucket.com/albums/a330/kiykiyy/6A.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K. So cute. I had the weirdest dream the night I found this photo. It was really weird :/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22250599-116489283263809145?l=tagmebeforeyouleave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tagmebeforeyouleave.blogspot.com/feeds/116489283263809145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22250599&amp;postID=116489283263809145' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22250599/posts/default/116489283263809145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22250599/posts/default/116489283263809145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tagmebeforeyouleave.blogspot.com/2006/11/k.html' title=''/><author><name>Kiy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14476715748584255421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22250599.post-116489275735707269</id><published>2006-11-30T21:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-30T05:19:17.436-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yesterday, I found my old diaries. From last year. I expected it to be filled with happy memories so I flipped it open and started reading. It didn't seem bad at first, and things like "I should stop being so dao towards her even if I am very tired because it's mean. I swear.", "she sucks and she *insert hell lot of cuss words*, why is she so self-centered? can't she spare a thought for others' feelings?", "everyone's being so depressed! but I must stay happy so that at least they might be able to think, 'hey, if she can stay happy, why can't I?' and then they'll cheer up!" seem so naive now. Especially the last one -__- I was so lamed reading it. Then I thought there'd be happy memories of time spent together with certain people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;so&lt;/span&gt; wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There wasn't much about joy and laughter. Instead, reading all those entries brought back many memories. And there weren't many happy memories. Almost scarce. Memories of being hurt, memories of being misunderstood, memories of being hated to the core by someone without even knowing why when you'd never offended her, memories of many unhappy incidents, memories of being ditched by a supposed friend for another friend, memories of angst and depression.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then I wondered why. I had seemed so happy in school, but maybe I wasn't afterall. The first diary was very angsty, the second one was full of questions like, "What do I live for? Why am I allowed to live? Why &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;can&lt;/span&gt; I live? Why are we given a chance at life? What &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;is&lt;/span&gt; the point of life?" and things about how hard it was to bring happiness to others. And then I flipped to my third diary and realised I wrote about that twice. Without realising it. -___-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In 4 entries, I wished that I could really rant about how I really feel to someone. But I never did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In 3 entries,  I wished for certain people to disappear off the face of earth. (omg sadist -_-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In 2 entries, I felt suicidal. Naturally it was during the (excuse me if I bring back bad memories) Jiale and Yiyan incident. (OMG ZEE YOU WEREN'T THE ONLY ONE!!11)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In 1 entry, I was so pissed by 2 people I blew in school. "You banged the table so loud everyone hear you stoned for at least 5 seconds." - Zhee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Omg Zee "I'm going psycho all over the place" too -________- Pfft I need to learn how to stone properly without thinking about things wherever I go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday Mr. Boatman suddenly smsed me to ask me if we could change the timing of our lesson for today. I was free anyway, so I agreed. And then I bet with the dust bunnies under my bed it was changed because Joshua had something on. I was so right -__- The dust bunnies owe me one buck. Each.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Oh. Pedal's squeaking."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"It brings out the EMOTIONS and the FEELINGS within you!"&lt;/span&gt; or something around that line (about hitting the tomtoms -__-;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"These are called 'molar whips' because it's a whipping action."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- Mark Boatman&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay fine so there were better quotes but I couldn't remember. Ignore me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22250599-116489275735707269?l=tagmebeforeyouleave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tagmebeforeyouleave.blogspot.com/feeds/116489275735707269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22250599&amp;postID=116489275735707269' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22250599/posts/default/116489275735707269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22250599/posts/default/116489275735707269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tagmebeforeyouleave.blogspot.com/2006/11/yesterday-i-found-my-old-diaries.html' title=''/><author><name>Kiy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14476715748584255421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22250599.post-116463825869974310</id><published>2006-11-27T22:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-27T06:45:44.646-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Konayuki (Powdered Snow) - Remioromen&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We always miss each other in the season of fluttering powdered snow&lt;br /&gt;Though we're lost in the crowd, we're looking up at the same sky&lt;br /&gt;And blown by the wind, we both feel the same chill&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure I don't know everything about you&lt;br /&gt;But still I found you out of a hundred million people&lt;br /&gt;I have no proof, but I truly believe that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We can't spend time together without quarrelling over little things&lt;br /&gt;If we can't be honest with each other, happiness and sadness are empty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If the powdered snow had made our hearts white&lt;br /&gt;Would we have been able to share our loneliness?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to press my ear against your heart&lt;br /&gt;And descend quietly into the depths where that voice leads me&lt;br /&gt;Let's meet there once again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm the one who said I wanted us to understand each other, but just brushed the surface&lt;br /&gt;When just by holding your cold hand we're connected&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With eternity before it, the powdered snow seems too fragile&lt;br /&gt;It stains the surface of the rough asphalt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Powdered snow, sometimes I'm unreliable and my heart is swayed&lt;br /&gt;But even so I want to keep protecting you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If the powdered snow has made our hearts white&lt;br /&gt;It will enfold our loneliness and return it to the sky&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love this song &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22250599-116463825869974310?l=tagmebeforeyouleave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tagmebeforeyouleave.blogspot.com/feeds/116463825869974310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22250599&amp;postID=116463825869974310' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22250599/posts/default/116463825869974310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22250599/posts/default/116463825869974310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tagmebeforeyouleave.blogspot.com/2006/11/konayuki-powdered-snow-remioromen-we.html' title=''/><author><name>Kiy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14476715748584255421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22250599.post-116463548461725891</id><published>2006-11-27T21:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-27T05:54:53.880-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>And I ask myself why I'm listening to rap/hiphop. And then I remember. Because it's HOME MADE KAZOKU &lt;3 XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going tanning with my sister tomorrow. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Hazel and I have been having mad-scream-in-caps fangirling sessions and ZOMG-you-drabble-one-line-I-drabble-one MSN drabbling conversations. Oh so fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Summer's gone, the cold's welcome. It gives me a loose-limbed confidence to know you'll be there. That I'm expected. There's a continuum. There's freedom. We can be kites and hold each other's string. No need to worry the wind will be too strong. " &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;-- written on the body, jeanette winterson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quoted from Zee in the god-knows-number-what H9G email.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22250599-116463548461725891?l=tagmebeforeyouleave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tagmebeforeyouleave.blogspot.com/feeds/116463548461725891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22250599&amp;postID=116463548461725891' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22250599/posts/default/116463548461725891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22250599/posts/default/116463548461725891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tagmebeforeyouleave.blogspot.com/2006/11/and-i-ask-myself-why-im-listening-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Kiy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14476715748584255421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22250599.post-116434913484364841</id><published>2006-11-24T14:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-23T23:10:57.086-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Thanksgiving was yesterday. Was it? I think so idk. But ah well I forgot all that I wanted to say anyway. There's so much to thank for I don't know where to start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had 6A class gathering on 22nd. We went bowling first and I didn't want to bowl at first because for some reason, I was still afraid of the bowling balls. I mean I almost broke my finger and my toe last time XD;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I played pool for the first time in my life. XD interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we went ice-skating and the place was flooded. I got ice shoved onto my neck and I got pulled on the rink no thanks to Timothy and Jun Jie -__________- it freaked me out okay because I was just skating and suddenly two people whizzed by and grabbed my arms and pulled me -____________-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who wants to go ice-skating another day when the rink isn't that crowded and the ice isn't melting so much that if you fall you're screwed because you'll fall into a puddle of water. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And who wants to go East Coast with me to cycle! ):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22250599-116434913484364841?l=tagmebeforeyouleave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tagmebeforeyouleave.blogspot.com/feeds/116434913484364841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22250599&amp;postID=116434913484364841' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22250599/posts/default/116434913484364841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22250599/posts/default/116434913484364841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tagmebeforeyouleave.blogspot.com/2006/11/thanksgiving-was-yesterday.html' title=''/><author><name>Kiy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14476715748584255421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22250599.post-116427643864863662</id><published>2006-11-23T17:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-23T02:07:18.670-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well. I'm going to watch Mr. Boatman perform later, outside the Esplanade. 730pm to 930pm. Go if you can k! :D From the little pieces of rock/jazz/whatever he plays for me during my lessons, I guess it's safe to say he's very, very, very, very, very, veryveryveryveryvery zai. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Boatman is rad. XD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22250599-116427643864863662?l=tagmebeforeyouleave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tagmebeforeyouleave.blogspot.com/feeds/116427643864863662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22250599&amp;postID=116427643864863662' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22250599/posts/default/116427643864863662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22250599/posts/default/116427643864863662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tagmebeforeyouleave.blogspot.com/2006/11/well.html' title=''/><author><name>Kiy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14476715748584255421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22250599.post-116425474669352374</id><published>2006-11-23T11:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-22T20:05:46.693-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OH Happy Birthday to Date.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22250599-116425474669352374?l=tagmebeforeyouleave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tagmebeforeyouleave.blogspot.com/feeds/116425474669352374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22250599&amp;postID=116425474669352374' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22250599/posts/default/116425474669352374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22250599/posts/default/116425474669352374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tagmebeforeyouleave.blogspot.com/2006/11/oh-happy-birthday-to-date.html' title=''/><author><name>Kiy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14476715748584255421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22250599.post-116425402776271474</id><published>2006-11-23T11:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-23T02:08:59.426-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Pffft my spectacles broke. Grrr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"When God proclaimed, "Let there be Light!" he didn't expect fangirls."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"When L died, The Alphabet didn't know what to do."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"When L died, M and N fought for dominace."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;PAH my tailbone is hurting I wonder why -__-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22250599-116425402776271474?l=tagmebeforeyouleave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tagmebeforeyouleave.blogspot.com/feeds/116425402776271474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22250599&amp;postID=116425402776271474' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22250599/posts/default/116425402776271474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22250599/posts/default/116425402776271474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tagmebeforeyouleave.blogspot.com/2006/11/pffft-my-spectacles-broke.html' title=''/><author><name>Kiy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14476715748584255421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22250599.post-116420458779740546</id><published>2006-11-22T22:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-22T06:16:12.510-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;How many times has this happened? Countless. The way you talked on the phone. You weren't even happy when they wanted to come to our house to bake a bloody cake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister goes out like three times more than me. And they don't say anything. She gets to pierce her ears, I don't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knew I should've just gone to Heeren to get Santino Rice's autograph for Zee. It beats going home early anyway. I'd rather die from the pain from my ankle than go home early.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not my sister.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not Liqin.&lt;br /&gt;Stop fucking comparing me with others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shut the door because I wanted some privacy while I was drawing. You didn't even ask why YOU JUST FUCKING ASSUMED THAT I DIDN'T WANT TO SEE YOU? WTF? Just to let you know, after you said that, I really wanted to slam the door. But what good would that do me? I'd earn another lecture anyway. Countless times I've had to hold everything inside because if I did something wrong, said something wrong, did a wrong action, you'd give me a lecture and give me that black face and I'd just be screwed. You lecture and lecture like it's nobody's business, you don't even bother listening to my reasons. When you do, you take it the wrong way and I get another bloody lecture. And just to let you know, it's irritating when you just peep over my shoulder and stare at what I'm doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You ask me if I know what I will be like in the future. You don't even know what my dream is, would you understand? Now I know why my sister kept her dream a secret.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cool. I get a time limit for usage of the computer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I read manga on the computer, you scold me.&lt;br /&gt;When I watch anime/j-dramas/random videos, you scold me.&lt;br /&gt;When I burn the anime into a dvd so I can watch on the tv so you can be fucking pleased, you scold me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was replying an email. Why did you have to assume I was on MSN? And what is wrong with being on MSN?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why haven't I done the Commonwealth essay? BECAUSE I DON'T KNOW WHAT TO WRITE. I've been thinking for godknowshowlong but I have no idea at all what to write. So I had a dream about what to write, but it ended up bloody and gory and waaay beyond the question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FINE I SUCK LIKE THAT I CAN'T DO ANYTHING PROPERLY I'M USELESS FINE? THEN JUST KICK ME OUT OF THE HOUSE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ended up trying to drown myself in the shower. I wonder how many litres of water I've wasted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;Ignore me I just need to rant. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22250599-116420458779740546?l=tagmebeforeyouleave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tagmebeforeyouleave.blogspot.com/feeds/116420458779740546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22250599&amp;postID=116420458779740546' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22250599/posts/default/116420458779740546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22250599/posts/default/116420458779740546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tagmebeforeyouleave.blogspot.com/2006/11/how-many-times-has-this-happened.html' title=''/><author><name>Kiy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14476715748584255421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22250599.post-116403410273443929</id><published>2006-11-20T22:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-20T06:48:23.906-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My retainers suck. Very much. -_______________-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22250599-116403410273443929?l=tagmebeforeyouleave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tagmebeforeyouleave.blogspot.com/feeds/116403410273443929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22250599&amp;postID=116403410273443929' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22250599/posts/default/116403410273443929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22250599/posts/default/116403410273443929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tagmebeforeyouleave.blogspot.com/2006/11/my-retainers-suck.html' title=''/><author><name>Kiy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14476715748584255421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22250599.post-116394803892898071</id><published>2006-11-19T22:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-19T06:53:59.016-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yesterday at around 4am I woke up feeling super nauseous and I couldn't fall asleep at all and then I started vomiting. and then for the rest of the whole day I slept and vomited. Sickening. And the coolest thing was I didn't eat anything for the whole of yesterday! Whatever I ate or drank would be vomited out in a while XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway today I wasn't feeling very well too so I didn't eat lunch. For once in my life I didn't feel hungry. O: And after dinner I felt like puking -_- And I almost did O: Something's wrong with my stomach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway this morning I was watching Detective Conana liveaction and OMG OGURI IS &lt;3 I mean when I first saw him I thought he was quite cute but after watching the whole thing I swear he is &lt;3 XDD&lt;br /&gt;"『エア・ギア ミュージカル』           ☆ says:&lt;br /&gt;can you believe that he's only turning 24. 24. 24. 24. 24." XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG Suga Shikao is 40 years old. FORTY. And he debuted at 31 years old? Omg. NEVERMIND he still rules &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;And I can't believe I never realised that he wrote the lyrics for Real Face ;_; So I thought the lyricist's name was familiar aaaa I ought to be shot I didn't realise sooner! ;_;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22250599-116394803892898071?l=tagmebeforeyouleave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tagmebeforeyouleave.blogspot.com/feeds/116394803892898071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22250599&amp;postID=116394803892898071' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22250599/posts/default/116394803892898071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22250599/posts/default/116394803892898071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tagmebeforeyouleave.blogspot.com/2006/11/yesterday-at-around-4am-i-woke-up.html' title=''/><author><name>Kiy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14476715748584255421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22250599.post-116377414308211377</id><published>2006-11-17T22:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-17T06:35:53.290-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA OMG I FEEL HORRIBLY BAD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOW ;________;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My cousins are going to queue up for me to register for me for the Japanese school thingie BECAUSE I'LL BE OVERSEAS AND MY MOM'S GONNA PAY THEM FOR QUEUEING FOR ME OMG I FEEL SO FRIGGIN' USELESS AND BAD )x&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22250599-116377414308211377?l=tagmebeforeyouleave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tagmebeforeyouleave.blogspot.com/feeds/116377414308211377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22250599&amp;postID=116377414308211377' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22250599/posts/default/116377414308211377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22250599/posts/default/116377414308211377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tagmebeforeyouleave.blogspot.com/2006/11/aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa-omg-i-feel.html' title=''/><author><name>Kiy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14476715748584255421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22250599.post-116368942722026889</id><published>2006-11-16T22:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-16T07:03:47.356-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>When I reached the drum centre today, Nigel wasn't in, instead this girl called Amy and some other guy were there watching the shop. And boy, Amy's really rad O: The other guy was like playing on the drumset outside and then afterwards when I went in to wait for Mr. Boatman, he swopped with Amy and Amy started playing some short jazz thing and then they joked and then he said something like "ohmygosh fuck it!" XD It was so funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway afterwards Mr. Boatman finally arrived. AND OMG. HE'S PERFORMING FOR GEORGE BUSH TODAY. Or he has already performed :/ BUT LIKE OMG HOW COOL IS THAT. He was like "I got my suit, my drumsticks, my passport, or they won't let me in, hahaha."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then halfway through the lesson he suddenly said, "I wonder if I should mock him." And then he made this funny accent and changed his voice and said something like "HEY GEORGE. TOO BAD ABOUT YOUR POLITICAL CONGRUENT!" and then he was like "and I'm gonna get shot hahaha!" and then he leaned against the wall and pretended to be shot to death. XD Okay I think I either remembered or heard wrongly because it makes no sense. XD Mr. Boatman is rad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WILL BE IN 312 NEXT YEAR! I wonder if it will be a nice class. :/ I'm with bossman and Melanie! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22250599-116368942722026889?l=tagmebeforeyouleave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tagmebeforeyouleave.blogspot.com/feeds/116368942722026889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22250599&amp;postID=116368942722026889' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22250599/posts/default/116368942722026889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22250599/posts/default/116368942722026889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tagmebeforeyouleave.blogspot.com/2006/11/when-i-reached-drum-centre-today-nigel.html' title=''/><author><name>Kiy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14476715748584255421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22250599.post-116360324899846977</id><published>2006-11-15T23:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T07:07:29.136-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>AAAAAAAND NAGAYAN TURNS 28 &lt;3!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;OMG KENN'S IDOL DVD OMG&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22250599-116360324899846977?l=tagmebeforeyouleave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tagmebeforeyouleave.blogspot.com/feeds/116360324899846977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22250599&amp;postID=116360324899846977' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22250599/posts/default/116360324899846977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22250599/posts/default/116360324899846977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tagmebeforeyouleave.blogspot.com/2006/11/aaaaaaand-nagayan-turns-28-3-omg-kenns.html' title=''/><author><name>Kiy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14476715748584255421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22250599.post-116358102391750853</id><published>2006-11-15T16:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T00:59:40.243-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So I have my drum lesson tomorrow. Yeah so I can't wait to see Mr. Boatman (HAHA NO ZEE DON'T LAUGH XD) and Nigel after such a long time, but seriously, I pray he will finally teach me jazz. He promised to howmanymonths ago! )x Really, I'm quite bored of rudiments. =X I mean playing (alternating) double strokes/alternating left and right strokes/(alternating) flams on the snare and playing the bass drum on 1 and 3 and hi-hat on 2 and 4 gets reallyreally boring )x nevermind. I shall be patient. &gt;_&lt; Shall go watch Okura because whenever I watch him play I will get all determined and stuff because I want to be able to play like him too! ^-^ *bricked* Meh. But I swear Okura looks so cute when he's all concentrated &lt;3 And I haven't watched Tre Cool play in a long time O:&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;  ...Okay on second thoughts I shall go watch Ryo. XD 4 minutes and 2 seconds of loveliness.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;  And I'm having trouble co-ordinating, because I haven't played in ages and I'm in &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;such deep shit&lt;/span&gt;. )x&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;  Kanjani8's EXCITE!! Concert is taking so lon- OHMYGOD IT JUST CRASHED ON ME OMFGWTBFHBBQ IT WAS AT 80% ALREADY AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA *HEADDESKHEADDESKHEADDESKHEADDESKHEADDESK* GRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR *KICKS COMPUTER* PISSIFYING. HMPFF I might as well just tell Nick to get it for me in Japan.)x&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;  Anyway I was downloading Kindai12 scans just now and the speed started from 5874KB/sec I was totally shocked. And then it refused to drop from 2685++ and then in the end, it didn't even download everything properly. -____- All I got was a shitload of D-BOYS scans when there's supposed to be Kazuki scan/s. )x And DD-BOYS is love &lt;3 Episode one has Shirotan. Better burn in for Patty, tsk, that fangirl. Aaaa I better put DD-BOYS down in my download list :/&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;  FRIDAY. RELEASE OF CLASS ALLOCATION OMG. ;_; And then we will all go and eat prata at the place opposite Beauty World and go Vivo or some random shopping centre 'kay? Let's all wear slippers! :D Oh and we need to go to Kerri's ahma's house because I need to pick up the skirt and ZEE AND MY STRIPED SOCKS YAY :D&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;  And Saturday! CHEESECAAAAAKE :D Hopefully Friday and Saturday will take my mind off things :D&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;  Mamo's voice makes my brain go "GUUUUUUUUH" and stop all processing that's going on and I can't think. ;_; Guess he isn't the seiyuu for Tamaki or Raito for no reason, huh XD&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;  One day to Nagayan's birthday &lt;3 And my mom's XD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22250599-116358102391750853?l=tagmebeforeyouleave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tagmebeforeyouleave.blogspot.com/feeds/116358102391750853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22250599&amp;postID=116358102391750853' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22250599/posts/default/116358102391750853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22250599/posts/default/116358102391750853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tagmebeforeyouleave.blogspot.com/2006/11/so-i-have-my-drum-lesson-tomorrow.html' title=''/><author><name>Kiy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14476715748584255421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22250599.post-116351080106206113</id><published>2006-11-14T21:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T05:30:15.720-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My dad rules. Period.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, because he brought this back on Friday 'cos he attended Vivo's ELLE shop's grand opening thingy:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a aiotarget="true" aiotitle="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 295px; height: 391px;" src="http://i14.photobucket.com/albums/a330/kiykiyy/DSCN5054.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dude, I stuck my hand into the bag and the first thing I took out was that thin pink thing on the left side of the picture and guess what it is? Lip shine/gloss. XD My sister was like asking me "EH what thing amuses you the most?" And I was like "I bet it's the same thing that amuses you." and then we were both like "LIP SHIIIINE" XD and then there was all those weird makeup stuff and. PERFUUUME XD and my sister claimed that her 'O' level examiner that day was wearing that perfume XD And the best thing was he went to get another bag of those stuff so my sister and I could have one each &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And on Saturday he brought back two boxes of chocolate from the wedding dinner he attended for my sister and I :D I bet he nicked the next table's XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And he bought me. RENT. HE BOUGHT ME RENT 'COS I ASKED HIM TO AND HE DIDN'T EVEN ASK WHY I WANTED TO WATCH A M18 FILM  O:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I mention he &lt;s&gt;watches&lt;/s&gt; loves Full Metal Alchemist and watches 1 Litre of Tears (secretly XD)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22250599-116351080106206113?l=tagmebeforeyouleave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tagmebeforeyouleave.blogspot.com/feeds/116351080106206113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22250599&amp;postID=116351080106206113' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22250599/posts/default/116351080106206113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22250599/posts/default/116351080106206113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tagmebeforeyouleave.blogspot.com/2006/11/my-dad-rules.html' title=''/><author><name>Kiy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14476715748584255421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22250599.post-116348310564624809</id><published>2006-11-14T13:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T21:45:05.646-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The sky's really pretty today. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22250599-116348310564624809?l=tagmebeforeyouleave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tagmebeforeyouleave.blogspot.com/feeds/116348310564624809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22250599&amp;postID=116348310564624809' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22250599/posts/default/116348310564624809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22250599/posts/default/116348310564624809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tagmebeforeyouleave.blogspot.com/2006/11/skys-really-pretty-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Kiy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14476715748584255421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22250599.post-116334119702947013</id><published>2006-11-12T22:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T06:19:57.173-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I forgot to wish TAKUYA a happy birthday =X *shot*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"OMG WE HAVE SOXXX" - Zee after Kerri and I had talked for a while on MSN for a long time -_- lagger! O: OMG YAY KERRI BOUGHT SOXXX FOR US :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;give me malice says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-threatens with knife-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Flap your wings and fly with your neverending dreams says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-threatens with atomic bomb-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;kerri; says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;kerri; says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ehh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;kerri; says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my turn my turn!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;kerri; says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wait wait&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;kerri; says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-threatens with barbiedoll-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;kerri; says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i also dunno why&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;give me malice says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-_________________________-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;kerri; says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but thats quite scary ok&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;give me malice says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aaaaaaaa. so scary."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;hang 'em high says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHEN LIFE GIVES YOU LEMONS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Flap your wings and fly with your neverending dreams says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GIVE IT LIMES!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;hang 'em high says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THROW THEM AT PEOPLE?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;kerri;      xingfunuren loves me! says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THROW IT AT ALEX!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;kerri;      xingfunuren loves me! says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Flap your wings and fly with your neverending dreams says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AHHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;hang 'em high says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ARE YOU OUT OF YOUR MIND GUEN LIMES?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;hang 'em high says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when life gives you AIDs, make lemonaids -__- i read this somewhere&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;hang 'em high says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;very leng :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;kerri;      xingfunuren loves me! says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;kerri;      xingfunuren loves me! says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STUPID&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;kerri;      xingfunuren loves me! says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;hang 'em high says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when life gives you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;hang 'em high says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;hang 'em high says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;hang 'em high says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;idk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;hang 'em high says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i give u&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;hang 'em high says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;kerri;      xingfunuren loves me! says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PEAR"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking about the dignose emoticon:&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Flap your wings and fly with your neverending dreams says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the poor guy ): cannot face anyone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Flap your wings and fly with your neverending dreams says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i mean walk on the streets&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Flap your wings and fly with your neverending dreams says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;people point at you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Flap your wings and fly with your neverending dreams says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"OMG ISN'T THAT THE DIG NOSE EMOTICON GUY O: O: O:"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;kerri;       XANGIEWANGIE says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;hang 'em high says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-points-&lt;br /&gt;-mumble amongst themselves-&lt;br /&gt;-all start digging nose-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;kerri;       XANGIEWANGIE says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i bet you can imagine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;hang 'em high says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mockery at its finest"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay I shall stop. Anyway, I've succesfully made 3624812057824361248930895 people hooked on 1 Litre of Tears. Including my dad. XD My dad rules, kthnxbai. I shall justify my previous statement in another post because I'm too lazy to upload the photo showing why he rules now. XD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22250599-116334119702947013?l=tagmebeforeyouleave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tagmebeforeyouleave.blogspot.com/feeds/116334119702947013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22250599&amp;postID=116334119702947013' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22250599/posts/default/116334119702947013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22250599/posts/default/116334119702947013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tagmebeforeyouleave.blogspot.com/2006/11/i-forgot-to-wish-takuya-happy-birthday.html' title=''/><author><name>Kiy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14476715748584255421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22250599.post-116325085760904076</id><published>2006-11-11T21:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T05:14:17.616-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I don't think I will be able to achieve it. It just. Seems so impossible. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Maybe because it really is. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22250599-116325085760904076?l=tagmebeforeyouleave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tagmebeforeyouleave.blogspot.com/feeds/116325085760904076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22250599&amp;postID=116325085760904076' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22250599/posts/default/116325085760904076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22250599/posts/default/116325085760904076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tagmebeforeyouleave.blogspot.com/2006/11/i-dont-think-i-will-be-able-to-achieve.html' title=''/><author><name>Kiy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14476715748584255421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22250599.post-116316958905932724</id><published>2006-11-10T22:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-10T06:39:49.070-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;ELLEGARDEN - Under Control&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All good advice, but I'm sick of it&lt;br /&gt;My friends, thanks for your anxiety&lt;br /&gt;But it's a nightmare when she's not with me&lt;br /&gt;You wonder why I chose her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's forty and I'm twenty-two&lt;br /&gt;Her skin is almost like my mother's&lt;br /&gt;She'll be fifty when I'm thirty-two&lt;br /&gt;Stop wondering what is the point&lt;br /&gt;Leave us alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her sweet smile is cure for my wounded mind&lt;br /&gt;That's all and you won't understand&lt;br /&gt;Way she cares for me no one else has ever done&lt;br /&gt;That's all, hey, I do mean it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you, man, but don't trouble yourself&lt;br /&gt;Your worries are nothing to me&lt;br /&gt;I'm under control like never before&lt;br /&gt;Still you wonder why I chose her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was four when she was twenty-two&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's good we didn't meet then&lt;br /&gt;I was fourteen when she was thirty-two&lt;br /&gt;I don't care, I'm happy with that&lt;br /&gt;Leave us alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her sweet smile is cure for my wounded mind&lt;br /&gt;That's all and you won't understand&lt;br /&gt;Way she cares for me no one else has ever done&lt;br /&gt;That's all, hey, I do mean it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her picture is always in my wallet&lt;br /&gt;I'm going out to buy her a birthday gift&lt;br /&gt;I wanna see her smiling face&lt;br /&gt;Still you wonder why I chose her&lt;br /&gt;Leave us alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her sweet smile is cure for my wounded mind&lt;br /&gt;That's all and you won't understand&lt;br /&gt;Way she cares for me no one else has ever done&lt;br /&gt;That's all and all I need is her&lt;br /&gt;Her sweet smile is cure for my wounded heart&lt;br /&gt;That's all and you won't understand&lt;br /&gt;Way she cares for me no one else has ever done&lt;br /&gt;That's all, hey, I do mean it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA THIS SONG NEVER CEASES TO MAKE ME LAUGH ESPECIALLY THE MENTIONING OF AGES PFFFFFFT XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anyway ELLEGARDEN is love &lt;3 I mean they sound like Blink182 when they sing in english and they don't sound bad when they sing in japanese anyway :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yea, went to watch Step-up with Lynnette yesterday :D It was wonderful I WANT TO REWATCH &lt;33&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22250599-116316958905932724?l=tagmebeforeyouleave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tagmebeforeyouleave.blogspot.com/feeds/116316958905932724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22250599&amp;postID=116316958905932724' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22250599/posts/default/116316958905932724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22250599/posts/default/116316958905932724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tagmebeforeyouleave.blogspot.com/2006/11/ellegarden-under-control-all-good.html' title=''/><author><name>Kiy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14476715748584255421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22250599.post-116307747373780269</id><published>2006-11-09T20:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-09T05:04:34.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, Geneva, Arial, Sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;AHH. i  miss chalet already =( yooo =D I just suddenly felt a strong surge of LOVE for  all of you. I love the h9g so damn much and it really scares me to think of  class without you guys for me to turn around and smile or joke or talk with or  to dash over to ask for help with my work or prance around in the mornings  copying homework or talking nonsense. I feel really happy that we got into this  class together and I just feel very proud of how close we have become, as a  class, as H9G. yesterday’s conversation was so heartwarming, even thinking back  to those simple times, first impressions, just moments which we remember  clearly, and I am really really happy. Its so great how we just BECAME so close  just like that, how everyone changes for the better, how everyone has grown,  it’s so amazing to even think how we came to nanyang wary of each other,  thinking we were in a class of “nerds” or sumth and now, we know each other so  well and feel just SO COMFORATBLE being together, able to speak our hearts,  laugh hilariously at absolutely nothing, "understand" and "correct" each other's  stupidity xD, whack each other for the fun of it, etc. 2 years just boom! Flew  past and it feels like sooo freaking short, too short. I believe I can say we’ve  built a great bond over the 2 years and I just wanna thank all of you, you all  really mean a whole damn lot to me and I really don’t know how I would be like  without you guys there. The 2 years have been so great, given me such beautiful  memories and happy experiences and the wonderful journey would not be complete  without each and everyone of you. ahh! zhee's spasticness cum diaoness cum  retardedness, guen's *erhem!* "innocence", zee's vocabulary!! xD huiqing's  zilianess (i have no idea why i am saying this is good. i am not!) jiaqi's  randomness!!! e.g. incredibly serious laughter fits, yiyan's boyishness xD,  jiale's stupidity =D, and kerri's spiritual &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, Geneva, Arial, Sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;presence xD everyone's  different. if H9G was a rainbow, 7 of us would be colours and 2 would be clouds.  cause those are what makes a rainbow so beautiful and perfect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;love the happy nine gang much much much much much. love  your  letters. they make me cry like shit. i don't want to move forward. H9G makes my  life happy =)"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STUPID HUIYING YOU MADE ME SO SAD )x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22250599-116307747373780269?l=tagmebeforeyouleave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tagmebeforeyouleave.blogspot.com/feeds/116307747373780269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22250599&amp;postID=116307747373780269' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22250599/posts/default/116307747373780269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22250599/posts/default/116307747373780269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tagmebeforeyouleave.blogspot.com/2006/11/ahh.html' title=''/><author><name>Kiy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14476715748584255421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22250599.post-116306644654193333</id><published>2006-11-09T17:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-09T02:00:46.643-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So I'm rewatching 1 Litre of Tears. )':&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE RYO I LOVE RYO I LOVE RYO &lt;3 :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22250599-116306644654193333?l=tagmebeforeyouleave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tagmebeforeyouleave.blogspot.com/feeds/116306644654193333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22250599&amp;postID=116306644654193333' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22250599/posts/default/116306644654193333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22250599/posts/default/116306644654193333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tagmebeforeyouleave.blogspot.com/2006/11/so-im-rewatching-1-litre-of-tears.html' title=''/><author><name>Kiy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14476715748584255421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22250599.post-116297859745691108</id><published>2006-11-08T17:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-08T01:36:37.536-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Class chalet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Day 1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So. We went to school to collect our report books. And Gek Huay and Zee and I decided to wear slippers. And boy, did we look toot. I mean, class t-shirt, school skirt and slippers XD So we collected our report books.&lt;br /&gt;"Guen Yik is spirited and enthusiastic in her work." Uhm, actually, not really. -_-&lt;br /&gt;"She is sweet and cheerful, always filled with fun and laughter and ever ready to swing the class into a good mood." Uh, thank you? *bows* XD&lt;br /&gt;"I like her positive attitude in life." HAHA HUIYING WAS SO PISSED I GOT THIS SENTENCE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway so then Gek Huay and Zee and Jiaqi came to my house! And we watched 1 Litre of Tears and Hui Ying cried a bit O: Then we left for Jurong East and then we took 105 to Chevrons. Apparently the person at the reception thought Huiqing was a guy and kept referring to her as "him" and thought coach was a female and kept referring to him as "her". She has identity crisis -_- So we went into the chalet. Banyan was our room! ^-^ and we all got a horrible shock. It was super. Super. Small. So everyone dumped their bags first and settled down for a bit and soon we started the water games. It was very fun ^-^ But I caught a cold and because of the damn cold I've been suffering for these few days -_____-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we went swimming. It's so weird, everyone loves my swimming costume O_O I think it's gross, kthnxbai. When we went back in it was horrible 'cos the whole chalet was wet after everyone entered and walked about after the water games. Then we bathed and for the first time in my life, I wore a razor. -_- Okay I thought it was plain wastage because I haven't worn it since Jiaqi Patty Huiying Jiale gave it to me for my birthday and I don't think it was cheap :/ but I wore a vest over it XD Then we had potluck for dinner and we all settled down and Goong started and everyone started watching. But after a while we switched to So You Think You Can Dance &lt;3 The guest performers were damn zai &lt;3 And then Zee and I started really squealing over how cute Travis and Benji are. ^-^ Then throughout, everyone was playing mahjong. And then we did nothing else but eat, play, eat, play, eat, play. -_- Then class comm called us upstairs and started giving out sashes ^-^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At around 12 midnight we decided to venture out. Though we were quite worried about the curfew law thing. I mean if we get sent home by the police we'd be screwed. But we still went out anyway and we walked to IMM. Then we walked back. It was pretty cool, I suppose, except every taxi driver who passed by would stare at us -___-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I went in and I took a short nap because I was really dying from the cold and after a while I went out and Huiying and the rest were playing pig and then they started playing memory game. And finally we went back in and then we started watching White Chicks while the rest were still playing mahjong non-stop and then after a while I got so tired I went to sleep. After the rest finished watching the movie, they started watching AI O_O and I think in the end only Yuanhan was left watching. :/ While the rest were &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;still&lt;/span&gt; playing mahjong. Even though the chalet was really crammed, like upstairs was totally full of people, and downstairs was too, I guess it was kinda cosy. The whole class together. :D And I was so squished between Yihui and Zhee. Zhee was sleeping on my left and Yihui's head was on my right. So when I turn to the left, Zhee's face would be right smack in front of me. If I turned right, Yihui's hair would be like in my face -____- If I faced up, I would be blinded by the light even though my eyes were closed. -__- I couldn't sleep at first, because the mahjong people were frikkin' noisy. But Zhee's snoring actually covered up the mahjong sounds and I finally could fall asleep at around 4am O:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Day 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up at around 7? Idk. -___- We had free time until the afternoon so people started playing Cluedo and Game of Life and bridge and MAHJONG. Then we went to the arcade and then played for a while while the rest went swimming and then we walked to IMM for lunch and then bought some stuff and went back and then the rest went bowling. It was pretty cool, and Zee won. Beginners' luck XD tyco okaaaay. *bricked* Then I was being stupid and even though I knew that the catch-the-stuff-toy machine thing would cheat my money, I still spent $3 on it anyway. and all 3 times I caught the toy but the kiap kiap thingie was so big it couldn't bring the toy up :/ Irritating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we went back and had some games and then we started preparing the cheese prawns! And then we went back and I was really dying from my cold so I slept for a while. And then it started raining so heavily DX and our barbecue was so ruined. At least there was a shelter above the pit. :/ so I helped to start the fire and ended up barbecueing again. -______-&lt;br /&gt;Then after a long time everyone started going back in and we started melting the cheese and then dipping the marshmallows in the cheese and it was really nice :D honeyed marshmallows are nice too :D The cheese prawns were the best ^-^ Then I went to bathe. The barbecueing killed me. -___- I love the toilet in the chalet better than the swimming pool one :/ Then they went bowling again while the rest of us watched. And at night all the pro giahs came out and they were all like strikestrikestrikestrike. And we were like hitonehittwoguttergoingtohitbutgointogutter and whenever we got one spare we cheered loudly =X And then Zhee and I went to play on the machine again and Zhee got pissed at it because we totally caught the Stich toy but couldn't bring it up ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we went back out and dragged some chairs to under the lamp and Zee went to take her letters and we waited for Zhee to finish her mahjong game -_- then when Zhee finally came Zee distributed the letters and we started reading. Huiying started crying and Jiaqi too D: and we started talking about these two years, all that we've gone through together, from the first day of school and our first impressions to now, and how much some people have changed and so on :/ Then we went back in and they started playing mahjong again and Zhee Pinghui and Liqin went upstairs to sleep. Then I went to sleep. And then after a while I was rudely awakened by &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;those&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;four people&lt;/span&gt; playing bridge. So I woke up for a while and watched them and then I went back to sleep. Everyone was saying I looked like a worm hmpff. I was cold okay -_- And Peiying and Yihui were sleeping on my territory )x And there was "motorboat snoring" by someone else :/ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up at exactly 8am. Disturbed the others and tried to make them wake up and Huiying was making all sorts of weird noises. After packing up the rest went to the arcade and bowling again while I stayed at the pool on a deck chair because there was sun and I wanted to get a tan XD worked only a bit -_- Then Zhee came out too and we slept under the occasionally-come-out sun. It was really nice sleeping on the deck chair, and I really fell asleep. Then afterwards we had to leave and we went to IMM and we stoned at Kopitiam for a while before we found seats and settled down for lunch. Zhee bought banmian and she said it tasted gross and went to buy rice in the end O__O and then we went to the playground and then some of them went to Daiso while the rest of us stoned and then Yiyan started playing with some little kid and we all ended up playing with little kids. They were all so cute!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22250599-116297859745691108?l=tagmebeforeyouleave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tagmebeforeyouleave.blogspot.com/feeds/116297859745691108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22250599&amp;postID=116297859745691108' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22250599/posts/default/116297859745691108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22250599/posts/default/116297859745691108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tagmebeforeyouleave.blogspot.com/2006/11/class-chalet-day-1-so.html' title=''/><author><name>Kiy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14476715748584255421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22250599.post-116265540957753281</id><published>2006-11-05T13:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-04T21:09:37.906-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay I shall rant about 1 Litre of Tears. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Yesterday Hui Ying and I had a scream-in-caps conversation about it. And we're both damn sadded by 1 Litre of Tears D': And we were saying how it taught us life lessons in one way or other ): Poor Aya and Asou. I mean they were so meant to be ): And we were saying that you cry at every episode and Hui Ying was saying once you finish sniffing and stop crying then another sad part comes along and you start crying again ): And Hui Ying said "AND MY MUM WAS SO EXASPERATED WITH ME CAUSE I JUST KEPT STARING AT THE SCREEN AND CRYING" and so she passed Hui Ying a box of tissue O: I wonder how Hui Ying and Zee managed to watch on youtube though. I mean each episode is split into 10 parts. It's tiring isn't it? :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Tomorrow is class chalet! And collection of report books O: I wonder if Chevrons will be nice :/ And we can go to IMM every night! Oh so fun. ^-^ Tomorrow after 730pm we're free O: let's all rollerblade to IMM :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22250599-116265540957753281?l=tagmebeforeyouleave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tagmebeforeyouleave.blogspot.com/feeds/116265540957753281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22250599&amp;postID=116265540957753281' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22250599/posts/default/116265540957753281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22250599/posts/default/116265540957753281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tagmebeforeyouleave.blogspot.com/2006/11/okay-i-shall-rant-about-1-litre-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Kiy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14476715748584255421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22250599.post-116265520123995178</id><published>2006-11-04T23:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-04T21:18:33.043-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yesterday was the last time I would ever get scolded like shit by Mr. Tang. I wonder if I will be able to concentrate next time if there's no one to scold me like shit :/ His scolding makes you give your 100% concentration to squinting into the darkness, and making sure you don't screw up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At first I was reallyreally afraid that I would screw up because I kinda died during the rehearsal. But then after around 2 performances, my heart stopped beating veryveryveryvery fast and I totally calmed down and it was all okay. Idkw, when I panic, I can't do it properly. Like during Gym Fiesta I was super calm, I wonder why. :/ Nevertheless, I was super pissed at myself after the rehearsal because well, I totally screwed up. And my knees hurt, my ear hurt, my eardrums hurt from Mr. Tang's screaming XD;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway when I reached school yesterday, the council elects were having intensive cheering training. Boy, did I feel sad for them. Really. I mean, the senior councillors were being so mean to them, and wtf, what they were doing was no different from Judo PT. I mean, carry people on your back and run while cheering loudly? What are they trying to do? Train their lungs? Kill them? Shouting while running &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;while carrying&lt;/span&gt; someone on your back is worse than just climbing up stairs with someone on your back. And then there were these two girls who were punished and had to do the stick-out-your-arms-and-open-and-close-your-palms-for-god-knows-how-many-bloody-times thing. I was very tempted to mock the councillors and do the same upstairs outside the auditorium door and continue even after they've stopped, but I decided not to and I just gave the council elects a thumbs-up sign.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The council elects were screaming their heads off, and when they weren't loud enough, that -excuse me for saying this- bloody senior councillor would blow the whistle and scream at them, if the council elect leading the cheer upstairs didn't shout "COUNCIL ELECTS ARE YOU READY?? 3! 2! 1!" or scream the cheer loud enough, she would blow the whistle and scream at her, and then when the council elects took turns to lead and while they were exchanging places, one running up and one running down, and if they weren't fast enough -mind you, they were already running-, she would scream at them. They think this is like some CCA training camp or some uniform group right. And the thing that pissed me off the most was her expression. She had this wtf-this-people-are-hopeless expression on her face and I wanted to throw something at her. Excuse me if I'm being too mean, but seriously, would it hurt to be a teeny weeny bit nicer to them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway then it was the rehearsal, a few hours of free time in between, which I spent sleeping XD, and then it was the performance, and then after 4 classes it was the interval. And during the interval, Han Jing and Jia Da decided to gang up and poke me at the same time when I walked between them -_- Wtf. IS POKING ME THAT FUN )x Shermaine too, she was like, "yay high-five!" and then she put her hand out and when I put my hand out to high five her SHE POKED MEEEEEEEE -___- Then Zee and Jiaqi gave me. CHILI. OF ALL THINGS WHY CHILI I CAN'T EAT CHILI YOU ALL JOLLY WELL KNOW THAT -____-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then interval was over and then my dad came at 1045. I stoned for 45 minutes. There was this twofour girl who suddenly came up to me when the two of us were left waiting for our parents and she was like "YAY hi we are the last two. I'm so scared you know!! I've been one of the last for these few days &gt;_&lt;" And I was like "oh haha! don't worry!" I think she's Zhee's squattie. Or ex-squattie. I have no idea. *shrugs* so my dad came first and she was so scared. I wanted to give her my glowstick for uh, reassurance but I didn't in the end XD;; And I can't believe I patted her on the head AAAH I MUST KICK THAT HABIT -_- Then she decided to cross the road because it was brighter and there were this few guys loitering outside one of the houses and she was scared. XD  Anyway I just downloaded Darren Shan. AND IT'S DAMN COOL HOMG&lt;span style="font-family:OtokonokoBFont;font-size:9;color:black;"   lang="ZH-CN" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:OtokonokoBFont;font-size:9;color:black;"   &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay I'm meeting Lynnette on Thursday ^-^ Can't wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CLASS CHALET IS ON MONDAY &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22250599-116265520123995178?l=tagmebeforeyouleave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tagmebeforeyouleave.blogspot.com/feeds/116265520123995178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22250599&amp;postID=116265520123995178' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22250599/posts/default/116265520123995178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22250599/posts/default/116265520123995178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tagmebeforeyouleave.blogspot.com/2006/11/yesterday-was-last-time-i-would-ever.html' title=''/><author><name>Kiy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14476715748584255421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22250599.post-116251801187046549</id><published>2006-11-03T09:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-02T17:44:43.020-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Around 4 more hours. Strive for total perfection! XD; Okay I'll do my best :/ No screw-ups. Okay I can't screw up. CONCENTRATION, GUENYIK, CONCENTRATION. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Yesterday night, my brain unconciously kept reminding me not to screw up and not to press down too hard on the faders in case the lights flicker. Weird -______-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I've been eating very litte recently, I wonder why. No appetite. &gt;_&lt; I wonder if Kerri's still on a vegg diet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22250599-116251801187046549?l=tagmebeforeyouleave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tagmebeforeyouleave.blogspot.com/feeds/116251801187046549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22250599&amp;postID=116251801187046549' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22250599/posts/default/116251801187046549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22250599/posts/default/116251801187046549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tagmebeforeyouleave.blogspot.com/2006/11/around-4-more-hours.html' title=''/><author><name>Kiy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14476715748584255421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22250599.post-116243778156268301</id><published>2006-11-02T11:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-01T23:51:18.496-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I crashed stage right yesterday during choral night XD it was fun XD And I bought 5 lemons. One for Rebecca, one for Xiang Chuin, one for Luk Wern, one for Jessica, and one for Li Jun. :D To suan them y'know. Today I shall buy cauliflowers! Because they are flowers too. ^-^ Speaking of flowers, I was looking at my flowers just now. And surprisingly, they haven't died yet. Still looking very healthy. ^-^ Okay except the one that Jia Da gave me. It was wilting on Tuesday morning and then when I picked it up one petal drooped a bit and fell off -________________- The one that Lay Kit gave me is the healthiest O: There's another flower that's dying as well, but I can't remember who gave it to me. &gt;_&lt; And how does one dry flowers? Just leave it there to dry? O_O &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My duty is tomorrow. Is it just me, or am I a bit nervous about it? After hearing Gary Tang scream into the cans and stuff O___O; Okay I can do this &gt;_&lt; Concentration and determination&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 Litre of Tears is sososo sad O_O "Haruto &gt; bball guy" - Zeemein&lt;br /&gt;I agree :D Kawamoto-senpai is such a jerk )X Dumped Aya just because she has a disease. Jerkjerkjerkjerk. Spinocerebellar Ataxia is so scary. O_O&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22250599-116243778156268301?l=tagmebeforeyouleave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tagmebeforeyouleave.blogspot.com/feeds/116243778156268301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22250599&amp;postID=116243778156268301' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22250599/posts/default/116243778156268301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22250599/posts/default/116243778156268301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tagmebeforeyouleave.blogspot.com/2006/11/i-crashed-stage-right-yesterday-during.html' title=''/><author><name>Kiy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14476715748584255421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22250599.post-116235670202953861</id><published>2006-11-01T12:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-10-31T20:53:03.063-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"I love you, Sara. Always have, always will."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Just save one last dance for me, Sara. One last dance. I love you."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA SO SUE ME I KNOW 212'S LINES BY HEART XD Anyway, the audience really knew how to respond to their play. Everyone was like "AWWWWWWW" at the right parts and the amusing thing was when Victor told Nicholas "I'm dying." and "I'm dying, Sara." in the letter everyone laughed XD Anyway during the interval, Wai Yee Yi Hui and I went to the tire swings and we were saying the lines. And I was saying we should prance to Daniel and say "We love you, Daniel. Always have, always will. And we've saved one last dance for you, Daniel. One last dance. We love you." XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we went back towards the auditorium Wai Yee and I were like "Just save one last dance for me, one last dance." And we started prancing around in the grass towards the auditorium. I bet people who saw us thought we were weird XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yesterday was fundraising, it was fun I suppose. We broke a lot of glowsticks accidentally. It was so fun harassing people so that they would buy from us XD Wai Yee was commenting that we should go to the gate and then she can start dancing and Zee and I can start beatboxing and then we can become buskers and then get the passers-by to buy. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh Phoebe. Are you just going to keep sponging off us like this? You've been living with us for six months now..."&lt;br /&gt;"Don't make it sound so bad! I just haven't found a job, that's all! I'm sure lots of companies are out there, waiting, waiting for me!"&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah right you just haven't found a single piece of work for six months, huh?"&lt;br /&gt;"Haven't you heard of the economic recession, Jane?"&lt;br /&gt;"WHY YOU LITTLE--"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hey! Keep off the hair! I just had a rebonding!"&lt;br /&gt;"I did the rebonding! Isn't it so beautiful? If only Phoebe didn't have such a small head..."&lt;br /&gt;"Hey! What was that supposed to mean?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What are you saying Phoebe? Can't you ever learn to show some respect to me?"&lt;br /&gt;"UWAAAH~ Jane's being mean again~"&lt;br /&gt;"Jane, stop it."&lt;br /&gt;"SHUT UP! You know there's something called freedom of speech?!"&lt;br /&gt;"Na-nanny poo poo! Jane is a big fat poo!"&lt;br /&gt;"UGH! Grow up will you?!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sir you want blaarck kohfee or white kohfee?"&lt;br /&gt;"Uh, blaaarck. I mean, black."&lt;br /&gt;"Sir want sugarhh?"&lt;br /&gt;"Uh, yeah."&lt;br /&gt;"Brown sugarhh or white sugarhh?"&lt;br /&gt;"Brown?"&lt;br /&gt;"How many sugarhh sir?"&lt;br /&gt;"WHAT'S YOUR PROBLEM FATIMAH JUST GIVE LAUREN ONE DUMB CUP OF COFFEE AND THAT WILL DO! ARE YOU STUPID OF SOMETHING?!"&lt;br /&gt;"No, no Madaarm don't angry! Fatimah sorry! Fatimah go make kohfee now!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"FATIMAH! HOW COULD YOU BE SO CARELESS! THIS WAS ONE OF MY FAVOURITE OUTFITS! YOU - YOU'VE RUINED IT! YOU'RE &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;SO DECEASED&lt;/span&gt;... YOU WANT ME TO SEND YOU BACK TO MANILA?! HUH?! HUH?! HUH?! HUH?! HUH?! HUH?! HUH?! HUH?! HUH?! HUH?!"&lt;br /&gt;"Jane, Jane."&lt;br /&gt;Somethingsomething "...Come on. I can always buy you a new dress."&lt;br /&gt;Some line from Jane...&lt;br /&gt;"See, I was right! Daniel's great, isn't he, Jane?"&lt;br /&gt;"Up to something. Definitely up to something."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next scene, somethingsomething "Who's this beautiful lady who stands in front of me, so hot 'til she's melting the ice caps!"&lt;br /&gt;Somethingsomething "Such an elegant lady at my doorstep, it must have been DESTINY! Tell me, my lady, do you believe, in fate?"&lt;br /&gt;"Er yeah, but-"&lt;br /&gt;"SPLENDID. Then fate must have been what brought us, TOGETHER!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"And do not laugh at my accent, I only have this accent because it sounds posh, and my name is Posh. Now can we just get on with it?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay I was bored, so shoot me. I can actually remember second half's lines O:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hui Ying commented that she dreamt of us the night before last night and that she started crying and then she woke up crying ;_; Which got me thinking about the day I was packing my table. Frankly, I packed until my nose almost died -_- oh the dust. I dug out many things, like a whole pileful of letters from Michelle, and so I started reading them one by one. Every letter ended with something like "Friends forever" and "From your bestest friend in the universe" and stuff like that. And then there were all the little notes we always passed to each other in class, with stuff like "Don't let anyone else read!" at the top of the folded note, and the credit card thingie that Michelle came up with, and that keychain with our photo in it which we got at Escape when we played on the water log ride, and it really made me wonder if the nine of us would really be able to stay as close for a long time to come. I mean, Michelle and I hardly speak now. :/ I used to drop off birthday presents at her house, but sometimes I wonder if it's really worth it. Idk, maybe I'm just being stupid. I remember sometimes I was hoping that she'd send me a birthday present too. *shrugs* Maybe I was just clinging too much on the past. But at least I managed to move on. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I dug out stuff from Lay Kit and Sheryl. All the little cards that Sheryl would make and give us everytime we met up for a sleepover, the very first CD full of memories Lay Kit made for us, all the small little notebooks that we made together, all the little trinklets and souvenirs we bought for each other everytime we went overseas and the presents we gave each other during our birthdays. It has been 2 years, but we are still that close.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which got me wondering. I was thinking over it yesterday, totally stoning at that area next to the auditorium door on the second floor how the nine of us would end up like. Like Zee said "It's not easy to find 8 other wonderful people who're so easy to love." ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Super long post. I'm bored. So sue me. I must learn not to start typing at blogger non-stop talking about whatever I can talk about to pass time. Meh. I shall go and jump on the trampoline &gt;_&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GO ONEOHTWO. YOU CAN DO IT. GO REBECCA GO XIANG CHUIN I'LL BE BUYING LEMONS FOR YOU TO SUAN YOU PEOPLE! Much love &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22250599-116235670202953861?l=tagmebeforeyouleave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tagmebeforeyouleave.blogspot.com/feeds/116235670202953861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22250599&amp;postID=116235670202953861' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22250599/posts/default/116235670202953861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22250599/posts/default/116235670202953861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tagmebeforeyouleave.blogspot.com/2006/11/i-love-you-sara.html' title=''/><author><name>Kiy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14476715748584255421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22250599.post-116227994743013659</id><published>2006-10-31T15:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-10-30T23:39:08.413-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay that was an irritatingly long post -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I'm getting super hyped up on Air Gear!musical. The more I think, the more hyped up I get. I mean. KenKen and KENN and Kaji (the 'K's XD) on ROLLER BLADES how much better can it get &gt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait for class chalet. I mean Jurong East is just four stations away for me XD As compared to for people like Zeemein Daniel and Loran.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway my mom told me a while ago that the day to register for the Japanese school thingie is on the day we'll be overseas and there's no way we can register for it. So screwed maybe I should just give my mom 50 bucks and I'll fly back early and line up early in the morning -_______- If I really don't learn properly I can't go to Japan )X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 Litre of Tears is so sad. )X Okay I like the doctor, so sue me &gt;_&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22250599-116227994743013659?l=tagmebeforeyouleave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tagmebeforeyouleave.blogspot.com/feeds/116227994743013659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22250599&amp;postID=116227994743013659' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22250599/posts/default/116227994743013659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22250599/posts/default/116227994743013659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tagmebeforeyouleave.blogspot.com/2006/10/okay-that-was-irritatingly-long-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Kiy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14476715748584255421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22250599.post-116226742962302053</id><published>2006-10-31T11:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-10-30T23:39:33.680-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So yesterday was choral night. It went okay, I guess, except I think we were quite leng-ed by the audience -___- Anyway so we were supposed to reach school at 8am, but oh no, I reached at 715am -___- and I was in slippers XD and almost half of two eight was already in school, it was scary -___- So I stoned and stoned and stoned until it was 8am. And halfway through Wai Yee suddenly smsed me telling me Gary Tang's on the same bus as her. And that he suddenly started talking to her. Followed by a bunch of smses with quotes from him XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then everyone went to change and the auditorium doors opened. And then we went in for a short briefing and then had full run and then we were free to go until 5pm. And the best thing was, we got a changing room! :D So we moved everything in, settled down and then waited for second half to finish performing before we all went for lunch. We went to j8 and we so got stared down by everyone in our costumes and we saw Rebecca O: And apparently Xiang Chuin stuck her hand in my face but I just dodged it and didn't notice it O___________O And we took neoprints and attempted to stuff the 18 of us into the neoprint machine but we could only manage 12 at a time I think though afterwards while looking at the neoprints we realised if we crammed a bit harder it was possible to stuff everyone O:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we went back to school and slept on the stage for a while until Mr. Heng (I think) came in and turned on the houselights then we went back to the changing room and stoned and put on makeup and HUIQING AND I HELPED TO MAKE PEOPLE'S HAIR OH SO FUN we're the hairdressers of twoohtwo. Then it was time for the briefing before the performance and the worse thing happened to me okay -_- But seriously, thank you everyone for your concern and stuff, I was really touched, even though I was in too much pain to thank anyone. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we practiced and then second half left and we were cheering non-stop in the room for them :D and the lights totally screwed up their whole performance )X their last performance and they get screwed up )X and then after they came back we stoned and went out before the interval to grab something to eat and then went back in to prepare ourselves for our performance. Then interval came and I saw people flooding out of the auditorium doors and then suddenly I saw this taaalll bald guy with his head poking out of the crowd and I was like "OMG ZHEE'S BROTHER! Eh cannot be la." Then I saw Zhee and I followed her to. Her brother -_____________________________- So recognisable. He's damn "big" as Daniel puts it. And his camera omg the lens is like so long O___________O he was taking photographs throughout the perfomance like a professional. Damn zai. He made our AV batchmates look so puny, both in camera and in size.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then it was our performance yaddayaddayadda so leng. )X And then ended and then went back to the room and then Jia Le and Jiaqi started giving out letters and then &lt;s&gt;Hui Ying&lt;/s&gt; Daniel started crying, and it was weird to see a male cry O: Then because of Daniel, Jia Le started crying. And then Phoebe started crying and then I turned and I saw Yi Yan in one corner trying not to cry very hard but it was showing on her face ): So I went to console her and uh, big mistake. Because when I hugged her Yi Yan totally burst into tears and made me start crying too -__- SEE LA Daniel Phoebe and Jia Le and Patty don't affect me then you can cry until you affect me -_- Stuuuupid. And Yi Yan really cried until so tong xin to watch y'know DX&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we went to take a class photo in front of the auditorium doors and Daniel was complaining that cry until like that take photo not nice. =__= Then we went back to clear the room and Uncle Me and Ah Mei were cleaning the toilet and suddenly there was a scream from Ah Mei XD Turns out there was a cockroach with its body stuck between the hole of the drain cover. Damn cool. So I went in and attempted to wash a cup and then Ah Mei suddenly poured water forcing me to tiptoe in case the bottom of my pants got wet (yes it's -that- baggy) and then I suddenly got a leg cramp and I couldn't move like omgouch so Ah Mei attempted to help me out and I slipped and I almost fell and I spilled water on myself. Oooh rhymes -_- okay so retarded can. Clear clear clear time for debrief and I was totally running in and out moving stuff for people -_____- And finally I got to sit down and be uh, debriefed XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we had a group hug and were waiting for Uncle Me and then turns out she went home already. -_- STUPID UNCLE ME. Then we went to KAP and had supper. GROW FAT AH YOU PEOPLE. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And thank you to all the people who gave me flowers :D I shall go dry them now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IT'S HALLOWEEN TODAY &lt;33&gt;_&gt; okay so mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we went to Orchard. We went to Heerin (as LKB puts it) and then went to HMV and I didn't bring enough money, wtf. WELCOME TO THE BLACK PARADE'S LIMITED EDITION VELVET BOX IS SUPER PRETTY &lt;3 But it's a whopping sixty bucks -_- Then while walking out of the shop a CD caught my eye and then I turned and Wai Yee who was walking behind me saw the exact same cd so we both turned at the same time and rushed there and I took the cd from the top rack and Wai Yee took from the bottom rack and we did it simultaneously XD The CD was the Kim Jeong Hoon guy's album XD and then we both became so excited and then we were debating if we should ask the counter if we could buy the poster only instead of buying the CD and getting the poster for free. And Zee couldn't see that he was the "orange head/haired guy" as Kerri calls him. -_- Anyway then we attempted to find the hidden Biennale picture in Heerin, but we failed terribly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we went to Paragon and walked around and then we went Taka to meet Hui Ying and Hui Qing and Wai Yee had to flip a coin 9 times to decide if I should buy Top Stage #38 or not. 6 to 3 okay. I'LL GO TOMORROW. I PRAY IT'S STILL THERE T_T Then after spending a super long time at Kino we went to Yoshinoya and while going down the escalator Hui Ying and Hui Qing were already at Kino -_- And then we accidentally went down one more level to the carpark so Wai Yee and I RAN BACK UP trying to beat the escalator. But Zee didn't XD Anyway so we told them to meet us at Yoshinoya and they took forever -______- By the time they came we had already finished our food for a long time already -_- Then we went Wisma and walked and then went back to Taka and walked around and went Art Friend and I bought 3 Copics. Pathetic, yes. I only had 15 bucks on me. I could only afford 3! Like, wtf. -_- $11.80 on 3 markers, I'm worse than Jia Le. But Copics are so much better anyway &lt;3 But I only have like E02, E95 and 0 for blending, which sucks because this means I can't colour hair or eyes or clothes -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;want -that- huge set of Copic Ciao markers. But it's 240++ bucks I think. And I want -that- huge set of Copic markers. But it's 485 bucks++. Wtf. I must find some way to get hold of the money! I need a job T_T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we started fiddling with kiddy toys at the toys department and pressing whatever stuffed toys which had a hole and an arrow pointing to the hole saying "try me!" :D then we went downstairs and omg the food T_T I love the potato and ham bread! It's so nice :D Then we went home. And my feet were killing me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like Kerri's school uniform. Wait, I don't like it, I love it. I HEART IT TO BITS AND PIECES I HEART IT SO MUCH I WANT TO STEAL IT. I mean why can't Nanyang have a uniform like that instead of some sleeveless top thingy ): They get to wear checkered skirts and knee high black socks and ties and vests AAAAH I WANT TO MIGRATE -_-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22250599-116226742962302053?l=tagmebeforeyouleave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tagmebeforeyouleave.blogspot.com/feeds/116226742962302053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22250599&amp;postID=116226742962302053' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22250599/posts/default/116226742962302053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22250599/posts/default/116226742962302053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tagmebeforeyouleave.blogspot.com/2006/10/so-yesterday-was-choral-night.html' title=''/><author><name>Kiy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14476715748584255421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22250599.post-116212520687181929</id><published>2006-10-29T20:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-10-30T20:09:52.200-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Choral night is tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;can&lt;/span&gt; do this. POSITIVE SELF TALK POSITIVE SELF TALK. *bricked*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DO YOUR BEST TWOOHTWOOHSIX. &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22250599-116212520687181929?l=tagmebeforeyouleave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tagmebeforeyouleave.blogspot.com/feeds/116212520687181929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22250599&amp;postID=116212520687181929' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22250599/posts/default/116212520687181929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22250599/posts/default/116212520687181929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tagmebeforeyouleave.blogspot.com/2006/10/choral-night-is-tomorrow.html' title=''/><author><name>Kiy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14476715748584255421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22250599.post-116187441901638500</id><published>2006-10-26T22:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-26T08:00:15.203-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OOH okay Haz just sent me the cosplay photos. I don't know why, I feel bad for being so uhm, let's-get-this-over-quickly-I-feel-uncomfortable that day &gt;_&gt; And now the photos are blurred, which doesn't help the least bit. Must. Go. Photoshoot. &gt;___&lt; I mean now that it's over I want to cosplay again T_T&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a aiotarget="true" aiotitle="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 265px; height: 349px;" src="http://i14.photobucket.com/albums/a330/kiykiyy/PA210006.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a aiotarget="true" aiotitle="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 267px; height: 352px;" src="http://i14.photobucket.com/albums/a330/kiykiyy/PA210011.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay so obvious which one is me -_- The first time I wore a skirt. As in not school skirt. I was so tempted to wear my FBTs inside &gt;___&lt; And I didn't notice the side of the skirt was drooping&lt;br /&gt;O___O;;;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a aiotarget="true" aiotitle="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 298px; height: 223px;" src="http://i14.photobucket.com/albums/a330/kiykiyy/DSCN4988.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took this yesterday :D Are my fingers -that- scary? O_O; My fingers are double-jointed XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a aiotarget="true" aiotitle="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 302px; height: 225px;" src="http://i14.photobucket.com/albums/a330/kiykiyy/DSCN4992.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zee looks damn cool. XD ...And Xinyan isn't present -____- nevermind we'll take one complete one on Monday *nods*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22250599-116187441901638500?l=tagmebeforeyouleave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tagmebeforeyouleave.blogspot.com/feeds/116187441901638500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22250599&amp;postID=116187441901638500' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22250599/posts/default/116187441901638500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22250599/posts/default/116187441901638500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tagmebeforeyouleave.blogspot.com/2006/10/ooh-okay-haz-just-sent-me-cosplay.html' title=''/><author><name>Kiy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14476715748584255421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22250599.post-116187372276157917</id><published>2006-10-26T22:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-26T07:42:03.906-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today I did the stupidest thing ever. -_- I had just finished changing into my costume and I was walking out of the Science block toilet. I was walking walking walking, and then I realised my pants were so long I was stepping on them, so I attempted to pull up my pants while still walking, without looking where I was going, and then before I knew it, "KLANG" I had walked straight into the shutter that separates the science block from the classroom block. 'Cos they didn't bring up the whole shutter, only around half, but just enough such that my whole head slammed into it. And to make things worse, it was the end that my face slammed into, which means that the part which sticks out at the bottom smashed right into my right eye. Like, I hope nothing's broken. If I get a retina tear or something I'm going to freak and then flip over and die. Or if I get some infection. OMGWTF. Plus my right eye was hurting badly just now when I came home. HOMG *paranoid already*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway today was uhm, spring cleaning, level closure, class closure, and then school closure. Spring cleaning sucked. Totally. I should really apologise because I did nothing much except clean one set of window panes, 1/40 of the ledge at the windows facing the science block, took down the banner at the back of the class and then nothing else. Because when I started cleaning one window pane, I started. Sneezing. And it only got worse. And I think the windows weren't all -that- dusty. It was that ledge above the windows that was, and I think I breathed in some dust from there when I was cleaning the windows. -_____- So as I continued cleaning, my nose started itching more, irritating me more, and soon I was rubbing my nose furiously and sneezing madly and then it turned red after a few minutes and I had to go to the toilet to wash my nose. Like, fill it with water -___________- Which didn't really help but nevermind. So Yuan Han was telling me to go sit at the benches and stick my head out of the window and breathe in the fresh air but it didn't really help because I couldn't smell anything. -__________- I swear, it sucks having a sensitive nose. And the worst thing happened. My eye started itching because of the dust too. Like wtfh. Grrrr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So then afterwards it was level closure. And we presented our montages and sang and stuff. So we had the same song but 210, but whatever. It was a reaaaaallly draggy closure XD And Patty started crying O: *pats* Then it was lunch and I started watching 1 Litre of Tears. It seems so sad ): Afterwards we started playing cheat. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we had class closure. And then the class viewed that 98 slides powerpoint which I stayed up 'til 2AM to do -__- And then suddenly Mrs Heng walked in and talked about report slips and then asked whoever who wanted to view to follow her and it totally ruined the mood because people actually left. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So afterwards Mrs Heng came in with the whole stack of report slips and called people up by register number to view the report slips. I got 71%! I seriously didn't expect it, 'cos when Mrs Heng called my name I was in this "I-don't-give-a-shit-about-these-things" mood XD And okay, I admit, I haven't been really working hard and studying much thise year. So it was really really unexpected. &gt;_&gt; And I was so surprised that I didn't even look at my grades at all. -____- But yeah I was overjoyed at first but now when I think about it I think I could've done better. *whacks self* I'll work hard next year, I swear. Anyway I got the same percentage as Zhee and Zee! So I might be in the same class as Zhee yay. BUT OH NOOOOO ZEE CHANGED HER SUBJECT COMBINATION TO DOUBLESCIENCELIT SO WE WON'T BE IN THE SAME CLASS. SEE LA! SEE LA! HUH? HUH?! *starts blabbering random sounds like in the hall today during school closure* *bricked* Okay okay. And then Eyu asked me what percentage I got and I told her and then I said "I bet you're the 77% person." and then she was like "eh no. minus 0.7%." Burst my bubble of joy. Irritating Eyu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So then while everyone was finding out their marks we were playing hand murderer XD And then afterwards we sat in a circle and Mrs Heng started talking to us about her first impression of us, about how worried she was for us during certain periods of time, about all the good things she had heard about oneohtwoohfive, yaddayaddayadda, stuff like that. I guess we will all miss Mrs Heng in some way or another, and definitely all our classmates, huh. It'll be really sad if you're in a class alone without any of your old classmates ): I'm going to be a hermit next year and sulk in one corner of the class. *nods* XD And Mrs Heng bought us Oreo! Huiqing and I were eating and then after the oreo had turned into mush in our mouth we opened and showed each other XD Then when I finished my Oreo Yi Yan and I started blowing bubbles with our saliva at each other XD Okay so gross but whatever. XD And no one cried during class closure. I thought at least one person would start crying, and then you would be able to see this chain effect 'cos the rest would get affected and then they would start crying too. O: Like that time during Kerri's last day in Nanyang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then level closure. A lot of montages for Mdm. Mak, playing of a cantonese song, a few performances, school cheers, speech about all that Mdm. Mak has contributed to Nanyang over the past years, and then cheering for Mdm. Mak. Nanyang was like this huge fangirl base, screaming over their idol, Mdm. Mak. XD It was amusing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I was saying about the smashing into the shutter thing *points up* then it was rehearsal, it was so screwed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You have to PERFORM." - Gary Tang&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go Zee go! Just exaggerate your actions. XD And my chopstick broke while I was playing -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second half's performance was amusing XD We love the bossman and we love Daniel and we love Lauren and we love Jane and we love FATIMAH XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;4 days to choral night. I pray it will all turn out well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22250599-116187372276157917?l=tagmebeforeyouleave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tagmebeforeyouleave.blogspot.com/feeds/116187372276157917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22250599&amp;postID=116187372276157917' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22250599/posts/default/116187372276157917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22250599/posts/default/116187372276157917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tagmebeforeyouleave.blogspot.com/2006/10/today-i-did-stupidest-thing-ever.html' title=''/><author><name>Kiy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14476715748584255421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22250599.post-116179145970310289</id><published>2006-10-25T23:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-25T08:50:59.963-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today was the class party. Like wtf, the school cancelled our West Coast trip. Grrr. I bet they bought ice-cream for us to eat to try and make up for it okay. -__- Give us just one day out together as a class, in class t-shirt also cannot. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway Yi Yan brought beer. So we were like snatching to drink XD Because there was only one can. And then when Susan Chew walked in it was like 'HIDE THE CAN HIDE THE CAN!!' XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll continue tomorrow, 'cos I need to rush class closure thingy now. And I just realised I left this to rot for godknowshowlong. Class closure thing is 98 slides. Love me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22250599-116179145970310289?l=tagmebeforeyouleave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tagmebeforeyouleave.blogspot.com/feeds/116179145970310289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22250599&amp;postID=116179145970310289' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22250599/posts/default/116179145970310289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22250599/posts/default/116179145970310289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tagmebeforeyouleave.blogspot.com/2006/10/today-was-class-party.html' title=''/><author><name>Kiy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14476715748584255421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22250599.post-116169761061375464</id><published>2006-10-24T21:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-24T06:49:20.846-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yaawn. Selamat hari rayaaa~ ^-^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a aiotarget="true" aiotitle="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 303px; height: 226px;" src="http://i14.photobucket.com/albums/a330/kiykiyy/DSCN4932.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is this cute or is this cute? XD Our sandwich that we submitted for the sandwich making competition yesterday. ^-^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a aiotarget="true" aiotitle="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 303px; height: 225px;" src="http://i14.photobucket.com/albums/a330/kiykiyy/DSCN4934.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a aiotarget="true" aiotitle="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 303px; height: 224px;" src="http://i14.photobucket.com/albums/a330/kiykiyy/DSCN4938.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's like a parent sandwich with four kids ^-^ Isn't it so cute ^-^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay just realised I left this to rot for around 5 hours. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suga Shikao &lt;3.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22250599-116169761061375464?l=tagmebeforeyouleave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tagmebeforeyouleave.blogspot.com/feeds/116169761061375464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22250599&amp;postID=116169761061375464' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22250599/posts/default/116169761061375464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22250599/posts/default/116169761061375464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tagmebeforeyouleave.blogspot.com/2006/10/yaawn.html' title=''/><author><name>Kiy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14476715748584255421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22250599.post-116161608340073124</id><published>2006-10-23T23:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-23T08:08:03.743-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Looking through all the photos we've taken together for the past one year and ten months makes me super sad. And it doesn't help that Raash sent me an oh-so-sad song T_T&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22250599-116161608340073124?l=tagmebeforeyouleave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tagmebeforeyouleave.blogspot.com/feeds/116161608340073124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22250599&amp;postID=116161608340073124' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22250599/posts/default/116161608340073124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22250599/posts/default/116161608340073124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tagmebeforeyouleave.blogspot.com/2006/10/looking-through-all-photos-weve-taken.html' title=''/><author><name>Kiy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14476715748584255421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22250599.post-116152734072798616</id><published>2006-10-22T22:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-22T07:30:54.320-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Death Note was wonderful ^-^ Anyway do not read on if you haven't watched and are going to watch soon. I'll spoil you. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#1 - FUJIWARA WAS SO PERFECT AND LOVELY AS RAITO. &lt;3333333 *glomps* &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#2 - KENICHI MATSUYAMA, USE MAKE UP TO COVER THAT OMGWTFBBQ FUGLY MOLE ON YOUR NOSE FOR HEAVENS SAKE AJKFDA;SJFAWOIENDJSFALAJPDSF!!!! And you're not slouching enough. But I found that nice leap onto the chair so swift and so L-like. *nods* &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#3 - Aoyama was so cute and so perfect for Matsuda. But Matsuda has bigger eyes. O_O; I think? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#4 - RYUK WAS VERY CUTE. VERY VERY VERY CUTE. &lt;3 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#5 - There was an overload of candy on L's coffee table waaaaai *wants to steal* Like really a lot. O: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#6 - Shiori deserved to die. She deserved it. Really! I mean who likes her. She's so extra. )X She doesn't even exist in the manga. And she isn't fit to be Raito's girlfriend. ^-^ I don't know, maybe it was just me who was sadist, but I was really overjoyed when she died. XD Okay so yeah I read spoilers when the movie just came out but nothing beats watching her die onscreen than reading some words saying that she died from a movie report. BAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA DIE SHIORI DIIIIEEEE. You deserved it. *nods* And 'cos Raito's just smart like that to use you. BAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#7 - How can they. How the effing shit can they play Manatsu no Yoru no Yume and then cut it suddenly when it goes onto the next scene! It didn't even play half of the song. Grr and that stupid art gallery scene GO TO HELL SHIORI. )X &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#8 - Kenji Kawai rules. I love Sound of Death Note &lt;3 And I want Sound of Death Note )X As in I want to own the OST instead of just having the music )X 'cos I'm a crazy fan like that XD *bricked and shot* &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#9 - Raye Penber isn't Raye Penber &gt;_&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#10 - Erika is so cute as Misa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHERE IS HAZ I WANT THE COSPLAY PHOTOS O_O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh I went to watch this Xiang Sheng thing yesterday. There was this part that was mocking Singaporeans O: The coffin was too big, and then the hole was too small, and therefore the coffin couldn't fit in. Mocking is so right XD And they were speaking in a mixture of English and Chinese. Obvious mockery. XD "Political propoganda" O:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then there were these two ladies who were naming all of the landmarks, types of food, flowers, trees, Mrt line, shopping malls, and a whole shit load full of other things found in Singapore. The most entertaining thing was that they were talking super fast, only pausing to breathe. It was total memorisation!! O: Super cool. Proness I tell you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there were these two guys who sat beside us during dinner. They were competing with each other, seeing who can outtalk each other -_- And then the topic was? Money. -___-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole performance was pretty cool, though everyone was just standing in front of two mikes, doing nothing else but talking and joking and hand gestures and some occasional actions. It was mostly the facial expressions and their tone of voice you had to look out for. And they were speaking in Chinese. The title was &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;“非常新加坡”&lt;/span&gt; so everything they talked about was basically linked to Singapore in one way or another. Also, there were these two kids who were very young and cute, and they were talking about the Singapore flag and stuff XD One was testing the other on his knowledge on the Singapore flag because the other kid insisted he knew a lot about Singapore and that he loved Singapore and stuff, but he was giving crappy answers because he didn't know how to answer. XD So cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only thing that disturbed me a lot was that the seats were very close to one another, and given my super long legs it was so uncomfortable )X&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22250599-116152734072798616?l=tagmebeforeyouleave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tagmebeforeyouleave.blogspot.com/feeds/116152734072798616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22250599&amp;postID=116152734072798616' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22250599/posts/default/116152734072798616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22250599/posts/default/116152734072798616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tagmebeforeyouleave.blogspot.com/2006/10/death-note-was-wonderful-anyway-do-not.html' title=''/><author><name>Kiy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14476715748584255421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22250599.post-116144433871183001</id><published>2006-10-21T23:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-21T08:28:11.843-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I so couldn't get used to the stares. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It started with only a group of boys and then after a few minutes there was a whole crowd. Like ohmygod I felt so uncomfortable. &gt;_&lt; Not embarrassed, but just uncomfortable because everyone's looking at you. But it was fun I guess. I think next time I'll just cosplay at cosfests.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Haaaaz it's not your fault XD I agreed to it! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll blog tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22250599-116144433871183001?l=tagmebeforeyouleave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tagmebeforeyouleave.blogspot.com/feeds/116144433871183001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22250599&amp;postID=116144433871183001' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22250599/posts/default/116144433871183001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22250599/posts/default/116144433871183001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tagmebeforeyouleave.blogspot.com/2006/10/i-so-couldnt-get-used-to-stares.html' title=''/><author><name>Kiy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14476715748584255421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22250599.post-116134521373310739</id><published>2006-10-20T20:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-20T05:12:40.053-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay anyway so yesterday we didn't go cosplaying in the end, firstly 'cos we weren't really prepared, secondly we didn't have the tickets, thirdly Haz felt sick after school, and fourthly I was super worn out from Biennale. O: So we're going tomorrow ^-^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was boring. It rained in the morning, so we didn't go down to the quadrangle and stayed in class. And the councillor was -that- monotonous in giving the morning announcements -_- The worst thing was, I didn't have any energy at all, until around 11am. Which sucked. I couldn't even summon enough energy to stand up. -__________- So basically we played "pig" and "heart attack" and "tarzan the monkey man" and all the games we as primary school kiddies always played, what with all the clapping and stuff. XD And then afterwards, we went for the stupid SIA thingy and then went up after like, 10 minutes XD How can they expect us to stay for 1 hour? It's impossible, the exhibits weren't even interesting. =_= So after that we went upstairs and then we played a mass people PEPSI COLA game and a only 4 people DOG AND BONE game. ^-^; I won Pepsi Cola whoot. ^-^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. I shall post more photos :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a aiotarget="true" aiotitle="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 285px; height: 212px;" src="http://i14.photobucket.com/albums/a330/kiykiyy/DSCN4868.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was also from Biennale. It's in this "secret garden" thingy, and then you can climb up a ladder such that you're inside an aquarium. Like the aquarium's all around you and people outside can see your head popping out O: This is the other ladder leading up, and when you pop your head up the seal is like staring at you and it's so enclosed. It freaked me out, 'cos there was this murky smell too )X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a aiotarget="true" aiotitle="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 288px; height: 378px;" src="http://i14.photobucket.com/albums/a330/kiykiyy/DSCN4871-2.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1/3 rule! XD Anyway this one was cool. Like see all the heads and stuff. O: Hui Ying was so scared that she didn't dare to even go near it to get the badges at the back -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a aiotarget="true" aiotitle="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 286px; height: 213px;" src="http://i14.photobucket.com/albums/a330/kiykiyy/DSCN4786.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a aiotarget="true" aiotitle="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 286px; height: 212px;" src="http://i14.photobucket.com/albums/a330/kiykiyy/DSCN4792-1.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lights board &lt;3! So pretty! *w*&lt;br /&gt;The faders on the lightsboard! So pretty! *w*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a aiotarget="true" aiotitle="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 288px; height: 214px;" src="http://i14.photobucket.com/albums/a330/kiykiyy/DSCN4795-1.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Houselights. So pretty. *w*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a aiotarget="true" aiotitle="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 289px; height: 215px;" src="http://i14.photobucket.com/albums/a330/kiykiyy/DSCN4805.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Faders on the soundboard! So pretty! *w*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a aiotarget="true" aiotitle="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 289px; height: 215px;" src="http://i14.photobucket.com/albums/a330/kiykiyy/DSCN4815-1.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cans! So pretty! *w*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a aiotarget="true" aiotitle="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 290px; height: 213px;" src="http://i14.photobucket.com/albums/a330/kiykiyy/DSCN4821-1.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scrollers switches in the dimmer room! So pretty! *w*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a aiotarget="true" aiotitle="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 291px; height: 216px;" src="http://i14.photobucket.com/albums/a330/kiykiyy/DSCN4829-1.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rack number 9 in the dimmer room! So pretty! *w*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22250599-116134521373310739?l=tagmebeforeyouleave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tagmebeforeyouleave.blogspot.com/feeds/116134521373310739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22250599&amp;postID=116134521373310739' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22250599/posts/default/116134521373310739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22250599/posts/default/116134521373310739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tagmebeforeyouleave.blogspot.com/2006/10/okay-anyway-so-yesterday-we-didnt-go.html' title=''/><author><name>Kiy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14476715748584255421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22250599.post-116126715342356990</id><published>2006-10-19T22:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-19T07:23:03.580-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So today we went to the Singapore Biennale. The one at Tanglin camp. It's damn cool. Both Biennale and Tanglin Camp. Though some of the art's quite sick. *mutters* But other than that, the art is really pretty and all. ^-^ And the badges homg, pretty! I am going to make a trip to aaaalll of the locations where they are holding Biennale (and definitely the one next to sunshine XD) to collect all the badges as well as just look at the art. I mean I want to see the court room monkeys at City Hall and so on! It's so damn cool. Then there was this black box whereby you go in and stand in front of a mirror and then you close the curtain door and then something will fly across above you. XD Interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway some photos :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a aiotarget="true" aiotitle="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 290px; height: 216px;" src="http://i14.photobucket.com/albums/a330/kiykiyy/DSCN4847.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This thing's real cool. You put your head into the hole and you see this glowing blue thing. Talk about pretty glowing blue in darkness. *w*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 289px; height: 214px;" src="http://i14.photobucket.com/albums/a330/kiykiyy/DSCN4872.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently, the artist burned the original boat, and then the ashes were put in this metal boat, which was a mould of the original boat and then the wind blew all the ashes away. -_- Which is quite retarded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 290px; height: 214px;" src="http://i14.photobucket.com/albums/a330/kiykiyy/DSCN4853.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They cut up the merlion. O: Okay so I was the first to enter that block and before I reached the room I caught a glimpse of this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 289px; height: 215px;" src="http://i14.photobucket.com/albums/a330/kiykiyy/DSCN4856.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I freaked because I suddenly saw blue eyes shining out of the room. And I really freaked. Then I went up the platform and then really saw what was inside and I really really really freaked. Huiqing was slow, she only saw it after she entered the room and ran out. XDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 290px; height: 216px;" src="http://i14.photobucket.com/albums/a330/kiykiyy/DSCN4854.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Same block, same room. Look closely, their faces are made of three pin plugs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 292px; height: 215px;" src="http://i14.photobucket.com/albums/a330/kiykiyy/DSCN4862.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was in the same block as the three pictures above, but one room away. Or was it two. Can't remember. Anyway, that room was all dark and it was reaaaallly reaaaaaallly reaaaaaaaaallly cold inside, and they were showing this grotesque video, so naturally Huiying and the rest didn't dare to enter. So Zhee and I entered and I attempted to get this photo 829065485305698 times because it was so dark there wasn't enough light so the shutter speed of my camera was shitty-ly slow, and Zhee actually got scared. "Guen, hurry up I very scared." XDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Around 1 week left.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;We can do this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22250599-116126715342356990?l=tagmebeforeyouleave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tagmebeforeyouleave.blogspot.com/feeds/116126715342356990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22250599&amp;postID=116126715342356990' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22250599/posts/default/116126715342356990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22250599/posts/default/116126715342356990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tagmebeforeyouleave.blogspot.com/2006/10/so-today-we-went-to-singapore-biennale.html' title=''/><author><name>Kiy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14476715748584255421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22250599.post-116118075155695958</id><published>2006-10-18T22:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-18T07:15:13.046-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And to think last night I was sitting in bed when my sister was already sleeping, listening to Yellow Cherry (which did not help despite how cute their songs are) and feeling more and more depressed, and I couldn't fall asleep until godknowswhattime. I was telling myself not to dream big ever again, because the dream would just be a dream, and now I'm unsure about everything. -_-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But choral night wasn't all that bad today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, yeah we managed to redo one piece in around 4 hours. All we need now is to redo the last piece, and then practice, practice, practice until we perfect all the pieces. I'm somewhat worried about the last piece though, I don't know how we're going to do it. Today, thethethe rhythm just came. I don't know if the rhythm will come to us when we redo the last piece on the next few days. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I've been in this "fuck the world, the world is so shitty, the world sucks" mood. |: And I should really thank Lichen because she was the one who attempted to kick me out of my "leave me alone the world fucking sucks" corner 2817496321847839205043958437 times and well, took charge of some stuff when I really couldn't take it anymore. I swear, I almost walked out of the classroom yesterday okay, but Lichen suddenly started getting everyone on their feet to try and make things right, getting them to do work, bring stuff, and so on. Really appreciated it, truth be said, because I was considering for the 63798402672165435069812637th time to walk into a road and let a car hit me so I can go to a hospital and stay there for one month and then make Hui Ying jealous. Well, literally, but yea. And thank you to the bimbos, who kept cheering and clapping non-stop and looking so enthusiastic and stuff when we were playing the rhythm. And being all like, "WAITWAIT DON'T START I WANT TO RECORD!!" "WAITWAIT DON'T START XXX WANTS TO RECORD!" ^-^ Really appreciated it. And uh, dancing to our rhythm -_- I mean yeah, Lichen really helped me a lot in a sense I suppose. I guess I should get something for her. =_=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So. I guess the only choice we have now is to work very hard, push on, and give it our best on the day itself. And just hope we can awe the audience. Which isn't that high a chance. *bricked* Okay okay as Huiqing says, "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;positive self talk&lt;/span&gt;".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's all give it our best shot! Our last performance together! がんばって!&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:OtokonokoBFont;font-size:8;"  lang="JA" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22250599-116118075155695958?l=tagmebeforeyouleave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tagmebeforeyouleave.blogspot.com/feeds/116118075155695958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22250599&amp;postID=116118075155695958' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22250599/posts/default/116118075155695958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22250599/posts/default/116118075155695958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tagmebeforeyouleave.blogspot.com/2006/10/and-to-think-last-night-i-was-sitting.html' title=''/><author><name>Kiy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14476715748584255421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22250599.post-116108630516606470</id><published>2006-10-17T19:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-17T04:58:25.230-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I have to admit, I'm pretty pleased with my Language Arts marks. ^-^ Especially my prose :D I scored 21/25! ^-^ And I scored 24/30 for my essay writing, which I'm not all that pleased about, but still, I'm guess I'm contented.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving on. Choral night rehearsal today in front of second half. Sucked. Big time. *mutters* Anyway. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;DANIEL AND JANE ARE SO MARRIED.&lt;/span&gt; And Loran is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;so&lt;/span&gt; hitting on the landlord. OH LORAN YOU GHEI PERSON XDDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And today was the very first choral night rehearsal in the auditorium. ^-^ And because Lichen and the rest did &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt; wait for me to go home, I decided to go to the auditorium to uhm, sit around, because I wouldn't have anything else to do at home anyway. So after sitting around for a while, Mr. Zuffri came in and so I said "Hi Mr. Zuffri! ^-^" And he was already saying "granite granite granite granite" AKLSFJFODNFAWE JF;NG*KEYSMASH!* -_- Meehh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway Mr. Ng allowed us to follow him up to the maintanence loft and started explaining to us about physics stuff because he heard Mrs Wong talking about the Science paper today in the auditorium. Apparently the new lights are 750watts and the older ones are godknowshowmanywatts. And then the three pin plug has no fuse in it, because if you suddenly bring up the lights to FL, it will cause a sudden surge of electricity and then the fuse will break and then if it's in the middle of a performance, you have to go aaaallll the way up and then start unscrewing the thing and put in a new fuse and stuff. In short it's bloody troublesome. O:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the performances were interesting. 209 first half's is sosososo sad T_T HOW CAN THEY HAVE AN ENDING LIKE THAAAAAT. And I seriously wonder where they got the table and chairs and costumes from O:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22250599-116108630516606470?l=tagmebeforeyouleave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tagmebeforeyouleave.blogspot.com/feeds/116108630516606470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22250599&amp;postID=116108630516606470' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22250599/posts/default/116108630516606470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22250599/posts/default/116108630516606470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tagmebeforeyouleave.blogspot.com/2006/10/i-have-to-admit-im-pretty-pleased-with.html' title=''/><author><name>Kiy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14476715748584255421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22250599.post-116100383015325903</id><published>2006-10-16T21:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-16T06:24:14.503-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I CAN'T WAIT FOR THURSDAY XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay it's going to be so fun, though everyone will so stare at me, but hell, who cares. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19th October, DEATHNOTE MOVIE PART 1! &lt;3 I'm cosplaying into the theatre as Misa, and Haz's going as Raito! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway today we went to Bugis Street and I attempted to find the thigh high netted socks which Misa wears. But I couldn't find &gt;_&lt; And Jiaqi was looking for her half jacket but the shop wasn't open -_- So we went to Sunshine. And omfgwtbfhbbq animehouse how can you do this!! Grrr.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22250599-116100383015325903?l=tagmebeforeyouleave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tagmebeforeyouleave.blogspot.com/feeds/116100383015325903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22250599&amp;postID=116100383015325903' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22250599/posts/default/116100383015325903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22250599/posts/default/116100383015325903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tagmebeforeyouleave.blogspot.com/2006/10/i-cant-wait-for-thursday-xd-okay-its.html' title=''/><author><name>Kiy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14476715748584255421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22250599.post-116088456066554066</id><published>2006-10-15T11:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-14T20:56:33.126-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yesterday at some Shang Hai restaurant I went, there was this waiter with Raito hair. Cinepuri!Aiba-hair colour!Raito hair. Zomg. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Omfgwtbhbbq is with the Nanyang Health Week. O: WHO WANTS TO GO FRUITY-FUN-HUNT XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...oh okay I think it's compulsary, seeing as though they said "3 classes with the highest scores will win prizes". OH SO FUN we get to run around the school looking for 1000 fruits. O:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so bored at home =_=&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22250599-116088456066554066?l=tagmebeforeyouleave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tagmebeforeyouleave.blogspot.com/feeds/116088456066554066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22250599&amp;postID=116088456066554066' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22250599/posts/default/116088456066554066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22250599/posts/default/116088456066554066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tagmebeforeyouleave.blogspot.com/2006/10/yesterday-at-some-shang-hai-restaurant.html' title=''/><author><name>Kiy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14476715748584255421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22250599.post-116083035878019827</id><published>2006-10-14T20:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-14T08:39:39.220-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>AAAH HOMG THANK YOU ZEEMEINT! &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edit 01&lt;br /&gt;I'll miss Daisuke. But nevermind. Kanone and Eyes &lt;3. O: But sadly, Ayumu wasn't fit to be stuffed in. Okay so I love Ayumu but we should leave Kanone and Eyes alone. XD *bricked and shot* And Kanone was holding onto a knife thingy but it's blocked O:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Checkoutmymiscellaneouslinks*brickedandshot*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/Edit01&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22250599-116083035878019827?l=tagmebeforeyouleave.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tagmebeforeyouleave.blogspot.com/feeds/116083035878019827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22250599&amp;postID=116083035878019827' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22250599/posts/default/116083035878019827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22250599/posts/default/116083035878019827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tagmebeforeyouleave.blogspot.com/2006/10/aaah-homg-thank-you-zeemeint-3-edit-01.html' title=''/><author><name>Kiy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14476715748584255421</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
