<?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-6793428</id><updated>2011-04-22T04:31:19.116+08:00</updated><title type='text'>!CIRQUE DU FALLACIEUX</title><subtitle type='html'>OWNED BY TRWFIONA :]</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cirquedufallacieux.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6793428/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cirquedufallacieux.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6793428/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>FIONA.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11993400949722340183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i150.photobucket.com/albums/s108/neckandchains/EMOTIONS.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>682</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6793428.post-575139535465182871</id><published>2008-07-27T17:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-27T17:46:25.397+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Keep singing now,</title><content type='html'>I worry - that I'll die before I can do whatever I want to.&lt;br /&gt;I'd kill for - Singfest tickets right now.&lt;br /&gt;I'd take a bullet for - my beloveds, maybe.&lt;br /&gt;I'm determined to - do well.&lt;br /&gt;I'm jealous of - rich people.&lt;br /&gt;My hero is - peterpan.&lt;br /&gt;My obsession - isn't much of an obsession.&lt;br /&gt;My weakness - is probably enough for you to bring me down.&lt;br /&gt;I long to - have TDWP come down to Singapore.&lt;br /&gt;I like - cuddling with my love.&lt;br /&gt;I hope - things would get better.&lt;br /&gt;I admit - that I'm not good enough.&lt;br /&gt;I can't help - but I feel like bitching about some things.&lt;br /&gt;I am - in love.&lt;br /&gt;I am not - ugly, not does everyone else.&lt;br /&gt;I care - but almost nobody notices.&lt;br /&gt;I describe myself as - intricate.&lt;br /&gt;I don't listen to - things that I don't want to.&lt;br /&gt;I dream - of travelling the world.&lt;br /&gt;I enjoy - laughing.&lt;br /&gt;I feel - bored.&lt;br /&gt;Music is - my soul.&lt;br /&gt;My heart belongs to - myself, and Gawaine.&lt;br /&gt;No one realizes - how desperate I am.&lt;br /&gt;It's hard to believe - that Utt is gay.&lt;br /&gt;I realized that - everything isn't what it seems.&lt;br /&gt;Nothing matters if - I know that you'll be there whenever.&lt;br /&gt;It's hard to tell - who're the posuers now.&lt;br /&gt;It kills me that - we don't talk now.&lt;br /&gt;One thing I know is - I love the people who love me.&lt;br /&gt;I would never - betray a friend.&lt;br /&gt;I can't stand - seeing the people I don't like.&lt;br /&gt;I'm sick of - doing the same things over and over again and getting nothing.&lt;br /&gt;I'm afraid of - dying.&lt;br /&gt;I tried - running away.&lt;br /&gt;I can't - stop thinking about you.&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait until - my braces are done.&lt;br /&gt;I miss - you. &amp; you. &amp; you.&lt;br /&gt;My friends - are gone ):&lt;br /&gt;I don't want - to leave.&lt;br /&gt;I have to - move on.&lt;br /&gt;It seems like - I've stayed at the same spot all along.&lt;br /&gt;I dread - extraction.&lt;br /&gt;The best food - is roti prata!&lt;br /&gt;Paradise, to me, is - happiness.&lt;br /&gt;The biggest turn off is - egoistic people.&lt;br /&gt;The biggest turn on is - good music.&lt;br /&gt;I could spend all day - sleeping and listening to my fave tunes.&lt;br /&gt;My biggest pet peeve is - something I can rant about all day.&lt;br /&gt;I eat a lot of - food.&lt;br /&gt;I will never forget - you.&lt;br /&gt;My inspriration is - music and good books.&lt;br /&gt;I am excited about - my braces.&lt;br /&gt;My favorite song right now is - HTML Rulez D00d.&lt;br /&gt;My best friend is - YS&lt;br /&gt;I cannot live without - my friends and family.&lt;br /&gt;My favorite drink is - anything citrus.&lt;br /&gt;What makes me happy is - the little things that show how sincere they are.&lt;br /&gt;I last laughed - (I forgot)&lt;br /&gt;I smiled when - I finished my manicure.&lt;br /&gt;I should warn you - that I bite.&lt;br /&gt;The person that I love the most is - my mother.&lt;br /&gt;I feel most comfortable when I am with - Gawaine :)&lt;br /&gt;What makes me laugh is - Amamnda's randomness.&lt;br /&gt;My favorite restaurant is - maybe Pasta Mania.&lt;br /&gt;My favorite kind of movie is - Moulin Rouge!!&lt;br /&gt;The sexiest celebrity is definitely - JUDE LAW &amp; ORLANDO BLOOM.&lt;br /&gt;I'll never get over - some things..&lt;br /&gt;I feel fat after - creamy meals.&lt;br /&gt;This is attractive in the opposite sex - hot bod with sexy hair along with an intriguing personality&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad that - I have you by my side.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6793428-575139535465182871?l=cirquedufallacieux.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cirquedufallacieux.blogspot.com/feeds/575139535465182871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6793428&amp;postID=575139535465182871&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6793428/posts/default/575139535465182871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6793428/posts/default/575139535465182871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cirquedufallacieux.blogspot.com/2008/07/keep-singing-now.html' title='Keep singing now,'/><author><name>FIONA.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11993400949722340183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i150.photobucket.com/albums/s108/neckandchains/EMOTIONS.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6793428.post-386826444967257270</id><published>2008-06-22T20:09:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-22T20:14:45.120+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I've got the moves to make you move,</title><content type='html'>Comment/tag with a '&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HEARTSME&lt;/span&gt;' and I'll:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Tell you why I friended you.&lt;br /&gt;2. Associate you with something - random, a song, a colour, a photo, etc.&lt;br /&gt;3. Tell you something I like about you.&lt;br /&gt;4. Tell you a memory I have of you.&lt;br /&gt;5. Ask something I've always wanted to know about you.&lt;br /&gt;6. Tell you something I've always wanted to tell you.&lt;br /&gt;7. In return, you must post this in your blog!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6793428-386826444967257270?l=cirquedufallacieux.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cirquedufallacieux.blogspot.com/feeds/386826444967257270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6793428&amp;postID=386826444967257270&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6793428/posts/default/386826444967257270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6793428/posts/default/386826444967257270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cirquedufallacieux.blogspot.com/2008/06/ive-got-moves-to-make-you-move.html' title='I&apos;ve got the moves to make you move,'/><author><name>FIONA.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11993400949722340183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i150.photobucket.com/albums/s108/neckandchains/EMOTIONS.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6793428.post-4753479850883046799</id><published>2008-05-06T22:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-06T23:04:06.642+08:00</updated><title type='text'>feels like the weight of the world,</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b364/fionaax/P5062621-X.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b364/fionaax/P5062622-X.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b364/fionaax/P5062623-X.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;YEAH I'VE GOT A NEW HAIRCUT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm totally in love with the colours and the crop.&lt;br /&gt;It's been awhile since I've done so much layering to my hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;on-going&lt;/span&gt; about this crazy-hairstyles thing about myself :) because a female's hair is the best way to have fun and experiment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Retiring to softcore for the moment..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6793428-4753479850883046799?l=cirquedufallacieux.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cirquedufallacieux.blogspot.com/feeds/4753479850883046799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6793428&amp;postID=4753479850883046799&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6793428/posts/default/4753479850883046799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6793428/posts/default/4753479850883046799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cirquedufallacieux.blogspot.com/2008/05/feels-like-weight-of-world.html' title='feels like the weight of the world,'/><author><name>FIONA.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11993400949722340183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i150.photobucket.com/albums/s108/neckandchains/EMOTIONS.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6793428.post-5771437901417234387</id><published>2008-05-05T22:16:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-05T22:23:56.908+08:00</updated><title type='text'>get the cool shoe shine,</title><content type='html'>I know it's quite meaningless to beautify this blog even though it's lacking entries. But hey, it MAY be coming back to live soon. I'm still considering. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life's been good so far.&lt;br /&gt;Great school. Great class. Great lecturer&lt;s&gt;s&lt;/s&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Most importantly, great classmates! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b364/fionaax/Photo34-X.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b364/fionaax/Photo2-X.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b364/fionaax/Photo3-X.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b364/fionaax/Photo25-X.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;&amp;amp;&amp;amp;&amp;amp;&amp;amp;&amp;amp;&lt;br /&gt;I love Gawaine oh yes I do &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6793428-5771437901417234387?l=cirquedufallacieux.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cirquedufallacieux.blogspot.com/feeds/5771437901417234387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6793428&amp;postID=5771437901417234387&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6793428/posts/default/5771437901417234387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6793428/posts/default/5771437901417234387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cirquedufallacieux.blogspot.com/2008/05/get-cool-shoe-shine.html' title='get the cool shoe shine,'/><author><name>FIONA.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11993400949722340183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i150.photobucket.com/albums/s108/neckandchains/EMOTIONS.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6793428.post-4934706503532100385</id><published>2008-04-29T20:53:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-29T20:55:25.790+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Breathless,</title><content type='html'>Oh hello rotting blog of mine.&lt;br /&gt;Please refer to my &lt;a href="http://www.xanga.com/cirquedufallacieux"&gt;Xanga&lt;/a&gt; for the cool and hip stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone who want's to see this blog up and alive once again say AYE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6793428-4934706503532100385?l=cirquedufallacieux.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cirquedufallacieux.blogspot.com/feeds/4934706503532100385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6793428&amp;postID=4934706503532100385&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6793428/posts/default/4934706503532100385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6793428/posts/default/4934706503532100385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cirquedufallacieux.blogspot.com/2008/04/breathless.html' title='Breathless,'/><author><name>FIONA.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11993400949722340183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i150.photobucket.com/albums/s108/neckandchains/EMOTIONS.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6793428.post-8968856727957102508</id><published>2007-11-15T16:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-15T16:55:27.100+08:00</updated><title type='text'>just say hello again</title><content type='html'>I've finally got my...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;NEW &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HAIRCUT&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b364/fionaax/HAIRRB.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Say &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Goodbye&lt;/span&gt; to the old me and..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b364/fionaax/PB131838-X.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Say &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hello&lt;/span&gt; to the new me! :D&lt;br /&gt;Like a Korean much? Hahahaha. Go on tag and comment if you like the hair or not hehe. It's something new, as I haven't had bangs ever since Primary 4. Btw it's a sloped bang, and the right side of my hair is longer than the left. Wheeee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;{x} I'm addicted to kill, much as I am to you. says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;eh my new hair nice? HAHA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;firr. says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;YES!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;firr. says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;veryyyyy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;firr. says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;i cant see ur eyes eh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;firr. says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;how?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;firr. says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;cant see the pretty part of your face&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;firr. says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awwww. Thank you &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Firdaus!&lt;/span&gt; :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gawaine!&lt;/span&gt; Stop reading my older posts plsplspls it's verrryyyy embarrassing hahahaha but anyhow I still love you! Heeee &lt;33&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6793428-8968856727957102508?l=cirquedufallacieux.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cirquedufallacieux.blogspot.com/feeds/8968856727957102508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6793428&amp;postID=8968856727957102508&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6793428/posts/default/8968856727957102508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6793428/posts/default/8968856727957102508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cirquedufallacieux.blogspot.com/2007/11/just-say-hello-again.html' title='just say hello again'/><author><name>FIONA.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11993400949722340183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i150.photobucket.com/albums/s108/neckandchains/EMOTIONS.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6793428.post-3386002993967762288</id><published>2007-10-30T16:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-30T16:36:43.295+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the last angel has gone home</title><content type='html'>I'm currently digging some really good music! Hawhaw long live &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;post-harcore&lt;/span&gt; :D Somebody better do some CPR on this blog. It's so sad to see it rotting here. Ah, and that somebody is none other than myself. Rrrrr. Hm, I've nothing more to say already ahahhaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been so long, yes.&lt;br /&gt;Plenty of stuff happened in between of course. Dramatic and mundane ones. Met people whom I think I shouldn't have, and met people whom I'm grateful to have met! Heeeehe. Kay all in all I'm doing great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O levels are on! Well, it's gonna be over in like, 2 weeks! *jumps around* Woohoo Linkin Park here I comeeee! MCR, see how see howww :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PIG!&lt;/span&gt; IF YOU SEE THIS!&lt;br /&gt;ARE YOU GOING TO LINKIN PARK?? :D:D&lt;br /&gt;TALK TO ME ON MSN K!&lt;br /&gt;HEEEEE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6793428-3386002993967762288?l=cirquedufallacieux.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cirquedufallacieux.blogspot.com/feeds/3386002993967762288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6793428&amp;postID=3386002993967762288&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6793428/posts/default/3386002993967762288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6793428/posts/default/3386002993967762288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cirquedufallacieux.blogspot.com/2007/10/last-angel-has-gone-home.html' title='the last angel has gone home'/><author><name>FIONA.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11993400949722340183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i150.photobucket.com/albums/s108/neckandchains/EMOTIONS.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6793428.post-7607376978896165648</id><published>2007-08-28T16:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-28T16:05:25.444+08:00</updated><title type='text'>suddenly I long for you</title><content type='html'>I know its friggin boring in here so yeah here's something for &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Avenged&lt;/span&gt; fans out there babeh! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;THE AVENGED SEVENFOLD BIBLE&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M. Shadows puts the "laughter" in "manslaughter".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Synyster Gates can slam revolving doors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The chief export of The Rev is pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Johnny Christ counted to infinity... twice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zacky Vengeance can divide by Zero.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They say that lightning never strikes the same place twice; niether does M. Shadows -- he doesn't have to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The grass is always greener on the other side; unless M. Shaodws has been there, then its soaked with tears and blood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Synyster Gates died ten years ago, but the Grim Reaper can't get up the courage to tell him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Rev once visited the Virgin Islands. They are now The Islands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zacky Vengeance sleeps with a night light. Not because Zacky Vengeance is afraid of the dark, but the dark is afraid of Zacky Vengeance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Johnny Christ is the reason Waldo is hiding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Tsunami is water running away from The Rev.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many times does it take Synyster Gates to screw in a light bulb?&lt;br /&gt;None. Synyster Gates does not need light. Light needs Synyster Gates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zacky doesnt get brain frezze. Slurpees know when to back the fuck off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Johnny Christ got in a fight with a cloud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M. Shadows does not teabag the ladies. He potato-sacks them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Rev crossed the road. Nobody has ever dared question his motives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M. Shadows can speak braille.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Johnny Christ is not hung like a horse... horses are hung like Johnny Christ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M. Shadows jacks off to Monster Trucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeeves asks Zacky Vengeance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If The Rev is late, time better slow the fuck down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Geico saved 15 y switching to Synyster Gates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Johnny Christ when back in time and stopped the JFK assination by catching the bullet in mid air. JFK head just exploded in sheer amazement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Rev brushes with Plutonium.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zacky Vengeance has to sort his laundry into three loads: darks, whites, and bloodstains.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M. Shadows made Satan cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most effective form of suicide known to man is to type "Synyster Gates" into Google and hit "I'm Feeling Lucky!".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus walked on water. Johnny Christ walked on Jesus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Zacky Vengeance gives you the finger, he's telling you how many seconds you have left to live.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M. Shadows doesn't use pickup lines, he simply says, "Now."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the begining, Johnny Christ told God to make him something to play with and gave Him a seven day deadline.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Contrary to popular belief, George Bush is a great speaker and rarely mispronounces words. He appears incompetent because he knows Synyster Gates is watching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M. Shadows does not leave messages. M. Shadows leaves warnings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The idea for the show "24" is actually stolen from a drawing Zacky Vengeance made when he was drunk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Rev kicked a 50 yard field goal while having sex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The biggest mistake Clint Eastwood ever made is when he told Johnny Christ to make his day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M. Shadows once drop kicked Tim Allen for popularizing his mating call.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Synyster Gates killed the last Unicorn with his bare hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Rev plays soccer with severed heads.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Johnny Christ can lift a mountain over his head with one arm and make a perfect pitcher of Kool Aid with the other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M. Shadows is like a Tsunami, if you can see him coming it's already too late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uncle Sam doesn't want you anymore. He's got Zacky Vengeance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Johnny Christ beat up the Jolly Green giant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M. Shadows ate the Stay Puff Marshellow man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rev didn't vote for Pedro. He deported him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why was 6 afraid of 7? Because of M. Shadows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When God said, "Let there be light", Synyster gates said, "say please."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Johnny Christ plays Russian Roulette with the Grim Reaper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zacky Vengeance punched a woman in the vagina when she didn't give him exact change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The symbol for Zacky Vengeance in sign language is a middle finger on fire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got this off from some Livejournal-ist. hahahahhaa thanks to Mae for linking. this is the first time I actually laughed out loud while reading something off the net roflmao x]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;A7X&lt;/b&gt; ROCKS YOUR STINKIN SOCKS \m/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6793428-7607376978896165648?l=cirquedufallacieux.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cirquedufallacieux.blogspot.com/feeds/7607376978896165648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6793428&amp;postID=7607376978896165648&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6793428/posts/default/7607376978896165648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6793428/posts/default/7607376978896165648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cirquedufallacieux.blogspot.com/2007/08/i-know-its-friggin-boring-in-here-so.html' title='suddenly I long for you'/><author><name>FIONA.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11993400949722340183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i150.photobucket.com/albums/s108/neckandchains/EMOTIONS.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6793428.post-7055169322827574031</id><published>2007-06-21T22:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-21T22:26:22.492+08:00</updated><title type='text'>what d'you do that for</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b364/fionaax/JUMPXANGA.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EVERYONE'S IN A &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HARRY-POTTER-MODE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, not &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;everyone&lt;/span&gt;; all Harry Potter Fans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna fly to England right now and get closer to the Phelps twins, gahhhh. they're two of the hawtest people on earth (apart from Adam Levine, Orlando Bloom and more) and you can't deny that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'M DYING FOR &lt;u&gt;JULY&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I'M DYING FOR &lt;u&gt;HARRY POTTER&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'M DYING FOR OLIVER PHELPS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b364/fionaax/STEPHXANGA.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got myself a new dress-top.&lt;br /&gt;coolios.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b364/fionaax/BXANGA.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ciao!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6793428-7055169322827574031?l=cirquedufallacieux.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cirquedufallacieux.blogspot.com/feeds/7055169322827574031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6793428&amp;postID=7055169322827574031&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6793428/posts/default/7055169322827574031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6793428/posts/default/7055169322827574031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cirquedufallacieux.blogspot.com/2007/06/what-dyou-do-that-for.html' title='what d&apos;you do that for'/><author><name>FIONA.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11993400949722340183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i150.photobucket.com/albums/s108/neckandchains/EMOTIONS.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6793428.post-6446550773563465722</id><published>2007-06-10T17:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-10T17:55:02.126+08:00</updated><title type='text'>N&amp;C MOVED!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NECK&amp;CHAINS&lt;/span&gt; IS NOW &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;UNIK!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's been moved to Blogger! yay :)&lt;br /&gt;check it out:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://unik-designs.blogspot.com/"&gt;unik-designs.blogspot&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6793428-6446550773563465722?l=cirquedufallacieux.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cirquedufallacieux.blogspot.com/feeds/6446550773563465722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6793428&amp;postID=6446550773563465722&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6793428/posts/default/6446550773563465722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6793428/posts/default/6446550773563465722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cirquedufallacieux.blogspot.com/2007/06/n-moved.html' title='N&amp;C MOVED!'/><author><name>FIONA.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11993400949722340183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i150.photobucket.com/albums/s108/neckandchains/EMOTIONS.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6793428.post-7761626208017124833</id><published>2007-05-30T15:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-30T15:36:47.287+08:00</updated><title type='text'>there's a clamour in your whispering</title><content type='html'>ANBERLIN'S THE NEW HOT :D&lt;br /&gt;they're coming to Singapore! June 3rd! I can't go! AHHHHH! :( hahaha sad la. tsk tsk tsk. why choose such a time man. ahh anyway they don't have eye-candies and yeah Copeland's coming with them so I'd rather not spend 60 bucks on watching something that I don't really have interest in (well, fo at least half the show).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I updated my profile a little.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, and I might be moving my online store to Blogger from Xanga. so.... stay tuned! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6793428-7761626208017124833?l=cirquedufallacieux.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cirquedufallacieux.blogspot.com/feeds/7761626208017124833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6793428&amp;postID=7761626208017124833&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6793428/posts/default/7761626208017124833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6793428/posts/default/7761626208017124833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cirquedufallacieux.blogspot.com/2007/05/theres-clamour-in-your-whispering.html' title='there&apos;s a clamour in your whispering'/><author><name>FIONA.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11993400949722340183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i150.photobucket.com/albums/s108/neckandchains/EMOTIONS.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6793428.post-8971698296757761046</id><published>2007-04-22T23:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-22T23:19:55.220+08:00</updated><title type='text'>who are you, hu hu, hu hu</title><content type='html'>okay maybe I'll be switching over to xanga. haha. the updates are like every other day there so yeah.. :) it's not goodbye blogger, but you'll just see a much lifeless blog here compared to my xanga. lol. yeah okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stupid big eye woman uses xanga as well. trying to fit in? hmm. and she blogs useless and scary things. ew. no life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6793428-8971698296757761046?l=cirquedufallacieux.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cirquedufallacieux.blogspot.com/feeds/8971698296757761046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6793428&amp;postID=8971698296757761046&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6793428/posts/default/8971698296757761046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6793428/posts/default/8971698296757761046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cirquedufallacieux.blogspot.com/2007/04/who-are-you-hu-hu-hu-hu.html' title='who are you, hu hu, hu hu'/><author><name>FIONA.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11993400949722340183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i150.photobucket.com/albums/s108/neckandchains/EMOTIONS.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6793428.post-5704098012771440618</id><published>2007-04-08T20:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-08T21:06:13.060+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I love FOB, do you! :D</title><content type='html'>JUST WONDERING OUT LOUD:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I WOULD BE LIKE THE HAPPIEST GIRL ON EARTH IF SOMEONE GETS ME A GUITAR (BETTER STILL, AN ELECTRIC GUITAR) FOR MY BIRTHDAY&lt;/span&gt; :DD &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;*HINT HINT*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahh anyway!&lt;br /&gt;it's been loooooong since I've clicked 'New Post' on Blogger's site. hahahah. yeah updates about me me me would be that I'm totally into FOB, GC, and LP right now and they totally kickass :) dance practices for the upcoming YGM plus schoolwork are making me tired and all. yeah &amp; I learnt how to do a proper&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt; krump &lt;/span&gt;and &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;whack!&lt;/span&gt; hahah, all along I was doing the styles the wrong way, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;tsk tsk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;my birthday party's this coming Saturday!&lt;/span&gt; zomg zomg zomg zomg zomg time flies really fast fast fast! :DD yeah &amp; I'm turning 16 soon whoohoo NC16 here I come &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;hehehehee!&lt;/span&gt; gosh, so many events coming right up. Carnival, Speech Day, party, birthday, exams, and more work. ahhhh! stress. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;zxzxzxx.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sue's back in Singapore till 19th! Do take care out there yeah, babe? :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I FEEL SO LONELY SOMETIMES.&lt;br /&gt;MAYBE IT'S TIME FOR ME TO GET A BOYFRIEND.&lt;br /&gt;AHHAHAHHAHAHA. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;WTF.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BOYS AREN'T EVERYTHING, ARE THEY?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;TSK.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JU-ON 2's on air now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;BOO!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6793428-5704098012771440618?l=cirquedufallacieux.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cirquedufallacieux.blogspot.com/feeds/5704098012771440618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6793428&amp;postID=5704098012771440618&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6793428/posts/default/5704098012771440618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6793428/posts/default/5704098012771440618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cirquedufallacieux.blogspot.com/2007/04/i-love-fob-do-you-d.html' title='I love FOB, do you! :D'/><author><name>FIONA.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11993400949722340183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i150.photobucket.com/albums/s108/neckandchains/EMOTIONS.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6793428.post-7689560389121543935</id><published>2007-03-06T21:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-06T21:28:33.045+08:00</updated><title type='text'>we'll carry on</title><content type='html'>hello! this blog isn't really dead. haha. I just update my Xanga more than Blogger. I'll be keeping this site for my friends' blog links so yeah. keep tagging alright :) I'd be glad to hear from you guys hahahah :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CURRENT IN-THING: &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;THE BLACK PARADE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHINGAY WAS &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;GREAT.&lt;/span&gt; WHOO.&lt;br /&gt;I miss alot of people. awww.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6793428-7689560389121543935?l=cirquedufallacieux.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cirquedufallacieux.blogspot.com/feeds/7689560389121543935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6793428&amp;postID=7689560389121543935&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6793428/posts/default/7689560389121543935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6793428/posts/default/7689560389121543935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cirquedufallacieux.blogspot.com/2007/03/well-carry-on.html' title='we&apos;ll carry on'/><author><name>FIONA.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11993400949722340183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i150.photobucket.com/albums/s108/neckandchains/EMOTIONS.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6793428.post-334965469727620684</id><published>2007-02-19T18:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-19T18:14:24.313+08:00</updated><title type='text'>just try &amp; have a little patience</title><content type='html'>hullohhh all!&lt;br /&gt;been MIA for too long here. obviously because of the same old reason, and I don't know why Melissa can blog when I cannot. grrrh. my Xanga's been the active one nowadays so yah :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so how's CNY going on for you guys out there? :) have quite a handful of red packets already. hahah. blogging with (my aunt) Jade's laptop right now. she just made me a pair of earrings! how sweet, and yeah they're great-lookin' :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took alot of photos. haha. yeah. Bertram's botak! :D he just entered NS not long ago. Melissa saw him and started giggling non stop for the beginning of the day hahahah so bad. first day's and second day's outfits are totally different; formal and smart casual respectively. love 'em :) the only things that didn't change were my necklace and butterfly ring. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh oh oh.&lt;br /&gt;I had a pedicure done by yours truly here; dark violet. fwooo. love the colour. looks almost like black but it isn't! heh. pictures will be up earliest tomorrow. maybe Melissa already had some of them uploaded yesterday night when she kidnapped my camera. grrrh. yeah but whatever :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my CNY celebrations always stretch for at least a week plus. dinner and friends' place, my place, and all that jazz, yeah. busy weeks ahead! not to forget, &lt;strong&gt;CHINGAY'S ONLY A FEW DAYS AWAY! :D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a party later tonight. yay!&lt;br /&gt;ciao, &amp; have a great holiday! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6793428-334965469727620684?l=cirquedufallacieux.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cirquedufallacieux.blogspot.com/feeds/334965469727620684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6793428&amp;postID=334965469727620684&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6793428/posts/default/334965469727620684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6793428/posts/default/334965469727620684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cirquedufallacieux.blogspot.com/2007/02/just-try-have-little-patience.html' title='just try &amp; have a little patience'/><author><name>FIONA.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11993400949722340183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i150.photobucket.com/albums/s108/neckandchains/EMOTIONS.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6793428.post-632789254696135237</id><published>2007-02-08T16:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-05T21:51:15.644+08:00</updated><title type='text'>TOPMAN</title><content type='html'>yah I'm at TOPMAN blogging with an iMac in their store. how cool huh! lol. walking around with Hiroshi. I look like some little girl walking around with her elder brother shopping la. pfft. lol. I'm in my uniform and he isn't. lalala.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my tail got caught :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kay gtg lol BYEEEEE :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6793428-632789254696135237?l=cirquedufallacieux.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cirquedufallacieux.blogspot.com/feeds/632789254696135237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6793428&amp;postID=632789254696135237&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6793428/posts/default/632789254696135237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6793428/posts/default/632789254696135237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cirquedufallacieux.blogspot.com/2007/02/topman.html' title='TOPMAN'/><author><name>FIONA.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11993400949722340183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i150.photobucket.com/albums/s108/neckandchains/EMOTIONS.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6793428.post-3714495001978645243</id><published>2007-02-05T21:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-05T21:51:15.820+08:00</updated><title type='text'>it ends tonight</title><content type='html'>haven't been able to sign in to blogger using Melissa's computer (as usual) so my updates are at Xanga. haha. yeah. I'm using my mom's laptop now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAYS.&lt;br /&gt;how's ya, people! :D for me, many many stuff happeneddd. school. friends. family. personalsss. hahaha. yeah school's alright. I'm trying really really hard to cope with my studies and I shall strive to be a geek this year! yaye :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got a new haircut.&lt;br /&gt;&amp; boy, it rocks &lt;strong&gt;big time &lt;/strong&gt;XD&lt;br /&gt;yeah there's a tail, heehee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Would you believe me if I told you so?&lt;br /&gt;Would you care if I told you so?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;zzxzxzx.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6793428-3714495001978645243?l=cirquedufallacieux.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cirquedufallacieux.blogspot.com/feeds/3714495001978645243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6793428&amp;postID=3714495001978645243&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6793428/posts/default/3714495001978645243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6793428/posts/default/3714495001978645243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cirquedufallacieux.blogspot.com/2007/02/it-ends-tonight.html' title='it ends tonight'/><author><name>FIONA.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11993400949722340183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i150.photobucket.com/albums/s108/neckandchains/EMOTIONS.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6793428.post-1403744142851049988</id><published>2007-01-22T17:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-22T17:46:30.857+08:00</updated><title type='text'>blogger's being a bitch</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;sorry for the lack of updates!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah blogger's been a bitch for the past few days (or weeks). so most of my updates ended up on my xanga. anyway it's just so pathetic to be able to use the net only at night. pffft. most of the time I use it like at 11pm because Melissa can't stop chatting over MSN. fwah. getting panda eyes really soon :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;strong&gt;might&lt;/strong&gt; switch to Xanga. I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;when I switch I'll announce it here.&lt;br /&gt;but yeah feel free to browse both online journals (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't bitched for awhile and I shan't do anything for now anyway. so much shit happened. yes I really dislike hypocrites :( don't treat me very nicely if you don't like me or whatever okay. it's just so wrong. yuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b364/fionaax/SENTOSA1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway I'm at Dalton's blogging. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;he's doing his homework. I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;*looks back and check*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yupp, he is :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;*looks back again*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, he's pressing his phone away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha wth.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6793428-1403744142851049988?l=cirquedufallacieux.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cirquedufallacieux.blogspot.com/feeds/1403744142851049988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6793428&amp;postID=1403744142851049988&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6793428/posts/default/1403744142851049988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6793428/posts/default/1403744142851049988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cirquedufallacieux.blogspot.com/2007/01/bloggers-being-bitch.html' title='blogger&apos;s being a bitch'/><author><name>FIONA.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11993400949722340183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i150.photobucket.com/albums/s108/neckandchains/EMOTIONS.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6793428.post-7621875195214345482</id><published>2007-01-14T12:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-14T12:08:50.780+08:00</updated><title type='text'>love me or hate me</title><content type='html'>refer to my xanga for the camp updates (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love ya'll!&lt;br /&gt;rawk on.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6793428-7621875195214345482?l=cirquedufallacieux.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cirquedufallacieux.blogspot.com/feeds/7621875195214345482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6793428&amp;postID=7621875195214345482&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6793428/posts/default/7621875195214345482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6793428/posts/default/7621875195214345482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cirquedufallacieux.blogspot.com/2007/01/love-me-or-hate-me.html' title='love me or hate me'/><author><name>FIONA.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11993400949722340183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i150.photobucket.com/albums/s108/neckandchains/EMOTIONS.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6793428.post-274470833835078451</id><published>2007-01-09T18:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-09T18:05:23.371+08:00</updated><title type='text'>try this on</title><content type='html'>using a pocket pc to blog right now lol. damn difficult but yeah. lol. everything so small.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just had a shower with a passion fruit shower gel. I felt like as if I could just eat myself up! I smelt just like candy. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ciao.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6793428-274470833835078451?l=cirquedufallacieux.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cirquedufallacieux.blogspot.com/feeds/274470833835078451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6793428&amp;postID=274470833835078451&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6793428/posts/default/274470833835078451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6793428/posts/default/274470833835078451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cirquedufallacieux.blogspot.com/2007/01/try-this-on.html' title='try this on'/><author><name>FIONA.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11993400949722340183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i150.photobucket.com/albums/s108/neckandchains/EMOTIONS.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6793428.post-116783604302758027</id><published>2007-01-03T22:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-03T22:54:03.063+08:00</updated><title type='text'>wobble to tha flo'</title><content type='html'>my lappy's internet is officially &lt;strong&gt;dead.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it says connected, but I can't do anything; blogging, surfing. now, this is hell for me. I can live without my cellphone, &lt;strong&gt;but not without my internet!! &lt;/strong&gt;X[&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;today's first day of school!&lt;/strong&gt; I had this weird thing in the morning when I kept thinking that today was a Monday. HAHA I guess it's normal :) yeah, my classroom has an air-con and it can be switched on! just that, we do not have the remote control. Lol dumb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;VANESSA'S MY NEW TABLE MATE!&lt;/strong&gt; :D&lt;br /&gt;hahahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah &amp; Beng Hong's a mountain tortoise.&lt;br /&gt;:P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yeah now I have to depend on my sister's computer on alternate nights to blog or surf the net. so pardon the lack of blog updates and email replies :) ah well, till further updates about my dead internet, toodles!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6793428-116783604302758027?l=cirquedufallacieux.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cirquedufallacieux.blogspot.com/feeds/116783604302758027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6793428&amp;postID=116783604302758027&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6793428/posts/default/116783604302758027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6793428/posts/default/116783604302758027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cirquedufallacieux.blogspot.com/2007/01/wobble-to-tha-flo.html' title='wobble to tha flo&apos;'/><author><name>FIONA.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11993400949722340183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i150.photobucket.com/albums/s108/neckandchains/EMOTIONS.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6793428.post-116679323606983858</id><published>2006-12-31T21:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-02T00:47:50.220+08:00</updated><title type='text'>when happiness doesn't work</title><content type='html'>New Year's approaching,&lt;br /&gt;&amp; I have dedications &amp; confessions to make.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;indirectly,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you taught me how to tolerate your ignorance of my presence. you taught me how to smile when I'm broken inside. you taught me how to attract the smallest attention. you showed me the beautiful, and yet the ugly, side of love. most of all, you showed me a mirror of myself.&lt;br /&gt;I thank you for the little things you did that affected my life in various ways. I thank you for the words you didn't say for the fear of hurting me deeply. I thank you for making me grow and become a less dependent person. I thank you, Dixie.&lt;br /&gt;you can blame me for being so ignorant about your actions, blame me for being so naive about the thoughts of a second chance, blame me for being weak; succumbing to your irresistible sweetness. although you were everything to me, &amp; although it's still very hard to let go, I'll still try. yes, I'll try my very best. you moved on, and I shouldn't be left behind like this. I'm almost there, yes, almost there.&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at the same time, I want to apologise to someone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm sorry,&lt;/strong&gt; BengHong. I'm sorry for being indifferent towards you all these time. I'm sorry for hurting you in any way I did. most of all, I'm sorry for being selfish. I've always seen you as a friend of mine, &amp; I've also seen a mirror of myself in you. I apologise, as I finally felt the pain and desperation you felt before. Sorry for everything.&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;dedicated to my beloveds:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eelin.&lt;/strong&gt; you are, and always my goodie-best-friend. I'm able to tolerate your mood swings and jumping of cliques, but yeah. I just want you to let you know that I'm not dead yet so I'll be here whenever you need me &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Shimin.&lt;/strong&gt; you are, and shall always stay as my confidante. you'll never be forgotten! love ya :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Brenda.&lt;/strong&gt; though all of us changed in various ways, friends are for forever. I miss the good old days we had in the past and still, you're seen as a good friend of mine whom I still care about. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Alethia.&lt;/strong&gt; it seemed to be destined for us to become classmates and yes, I would like to know more more &amp; more about you in the near future! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Vanessa.&lt;/strong&gt; I just love you for being so natural about yourself. stay crazy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dalton, Ryan &amp; Gan.&lt;/strong&gt; my new-found best buddies! let's hope we'll just carry on like this till forever :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chrissy.&lt;/strong&gt; dont be surprised with the appearance of your name, because I think you deserve to be on my list. we click quite well although you bore and irritate me sometimes but yeah. keep breaking and stay cool :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dixie.&lt;/strong&gt; thanks for all the memories. do work hard out there aight! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BengHong.&lt;/strong&gt; hey friend, you're not so bad after all. just grow up and stop joking around. Heh. cheers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jamesss.&lt;/strong&gt; my beloved brother and shall always be. thanks for being there to listen to me that night. I felt so much better and I hope you would be there just like that in the the future as well. I love you! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you aren't included above, and think that you should, don't worry. I haven't forgotten you. just that, those are the people who seem to dominate my life in 2006. I love my friends, all of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for making my life so colourful.&lt;br /&gt;I love you all! &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;P/S:&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this entry is kinda late due to my net's problem. pfft. oh well :) here it is, like finally! ciao.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6793428-116679323606983858?l=cirquedufallacieux.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cirquedufallacieux.blogspot.com/feeds/116679323606983858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6793428&amp;postID=116679323606983858&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6793428/posts/default/116679323606983858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6793428/posts/default/116679323606983858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cirquedufallacieux.blogspot.com/2006/12/when-happiness-doesnt-work.html' title='when happiness doesn&apos;t work'/><author><name>FIONA.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11993400949722340183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i150.photobucket.com/albums/s108/neckandchains/EMOTIONS.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6793428.post-116688233559158018</id><published>2006-12-23T21:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-23T21:58:56.576+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the coldest blood runs through my veins</title><content type='html'>went shopping with Mummy @ Vivo City today. she hasn't been there before so yeah apparently we walked around. we merely walked the whole of the 2nd level and we were getting a little giddy because of the !@#$%^&amp;* crowd. like, packed man (because almost every shop is having a storewide sale). we purchased a few clothings and checked out the manicure and pedicure parlours. yupp, got ourselves some plain tees from Giordano. I finally got myself a white long sleeve! Ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, I got myself this outfit from Nichii:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b364/fionaax/Image146-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Melissa said it looks gothic. naww I don't think so! haha. I dont care. I just love the hoodie top. whee. all hail hoodies. hoodies are like the coolest of the coolest :D can't wait to wear these clothes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I learnt dance steps of Ben Can Gang Mu (Jay Chou) today. whooo.&lt;br /&gt;ILMUSIC.&lt;br /&gt;ILDANCE.&lt;br /&gt;ILCHINGAY! :]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6793428-116688233559158018?l=cirquedufallacieux.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cirquedufallacieux.blogspot.com/feeds/116688233559158018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6793428&amp;postID=116688233559158018&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6793428/posts/default/116688233559158018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6793428/posts/default/116688233559158018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cirquedufallacieux.blogspot.com/2006/12/coldest-blood-runs-through-my-veins.html' title='the coldest blood runs through my veins'/><author><name>FIONA.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11993400949722340183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i150.photobucket.com/albums/s108/neckandchains/EMOTIONS.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6793428.post-116671192886377311</id><published>2006-12-21T22:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-21T22:38:48.926+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'd rather feel pain than nothing at all</title><content type='html'>I feel weird.&lt;br /&gt;is there a hint of..&lt;br /&gt;naw, I hope not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But why would I feel like this when I'm clear about me having no special feelings towards you?&lt;br /&gt;:/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6793428-116671192886377311?l=cirquedufallacieux.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cirquedufallacieux.blogspot.com/feeds/116671192886377311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6793428&amp;postID=116671192886377311&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6793428/posts/default/116671192886377311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6793428/posts/default/116671192886377311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cirquedufallacieux.blogspot.com/2006/12/id-rather-feel-pain-than-nothing-at.html' title='I&apos;d rather feel pain than nothing at all'/><author><name>FIONA.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11993400949722340183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i150.photobucket.com/albums/s108/neckandchains/EMOTIONS.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6793428.post-116664020146748891</id><published>2006-12-21T02:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-21T02:43:21.536+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sun's in the sky oh why oh why would I wanna be anywhere else</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;I'M IN CHINGAY!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;watch Chingay 2007 on 24 Febuary 2007 kay :) Singapore Soka Association's (our) item is the last one, which means it should be the best of all other items to get you hyped. stay tuned! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash"  src="http://stat.radioblogclub.com/radio.blog/skins/mini/player.swf" allowScriptAccess="always" width="180px" height="23px"  bgcolor="#ECECEC"  id="radioblog_player_0"  FlashVars="id=0&amp;filepath=http%3A%2F%2Fsk0r.free.fr%2Fradio.blog%2Fsounds%2FChris%20Cornell%20-%20You%20Know%20My%20Name.rbs&amp;colors=body:#ECECEC;border:#BBBBBB;button:#999999;player_text:#999999;playlist_text:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Know My Name - Chris Cornell&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you take a life&lt;br /&gt;Do you know what you'll give? &lt;br /&gt;Odds are, you won't like what it is &lt;br /&gt;When the storm arrives&lt;br /&gt;Would you be seen with me? &lt;br /&gt;By the merciless eyes of deceit? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've seen angels fall from blinding heights &lt;br /&gt;But you yourself are nothing so divine &lt;br /&gt;Just next in line &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arm yourself because no-one else&lt;br /&gt;Here will save you &lt;br /&gt;The odds will betray you &lt;br /&gt;And I will replace you &lt;br /&gt;You can't deny the prize&lt;br /&gt;It may never fulfill you &lt;br /&gt;It longs to kill you &lt;br /&gt;Are you willing to die? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The coldest blood runs through my veins &lt;br /&gt;You know my name &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you come inside&lt;br /&gt;Things will not be the same &lt;br /&gt;When you return to the night &lt;br /&gt;And if you think you've won &lt;br /&gt;You never saw me change &lt;br /&gt;The game that we all been playing &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've seen diamonds cut through harder men &lt;br /&gt;Than you yourself &lt;br /&gt;But if you must pretend &lt;br /&gt;You may meet your end &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arm yourself because no-one else&lt;br /&gt;Here will save you &lt;br /&gt;The odds will betray you &lt;br /&gt;And I will replace you &lt;br /&gt;You can't deny the prize&lt;br /&gt;It may never fulfill you &lt;br /&gt;It longs to kill you &lt;br /&gt;Are you willing to die? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The coldest blood runs through my veins &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Try to hide your hand &lt;br /&gt;Forget how to feel &lt;br /&gt;Life is gone with just&lt;br /&gt;A spin of the wheel &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arm yourself because no-one else&lt;br /&gt;Here will save you &lt;br /&gt;The odds will betray you &lt;br /&gt;And I will replace you &lt;br /&gt;You can't deny the prize&lt;br /&gt;It may never fulfill you &lt;br /&gt;It longs to kill you &lt;br /&gt;Are you willing to die? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The coldest blood runs through my veins &lt;br /&gt;You know my name&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ciao.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6793428-116664020146748891?l=cirquedufallacieux.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cirquedufallacieux.blogspot.com/feeds/116664020146748891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6793428&amp;postID=116664020146748891&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6793428/posts/default/116664020146748891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6793428/posts/default/116664020146748891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cirquedufallacieux.blogspot.com/2006/12/suns-in-sky-oh-why-oh-why-would-i.html' title='sun&apos;s in the sky oh why oh why would I wanna be anywhere else'/><author><name>FIONA.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11993400949722340183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i150.photobucket.com/albums/s108/neckandchains/EMOTIONS.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6793428.post-116654846540515810</id><published>2006-12-19T23:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-20T01:14:47.090+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I've seen angels fall from blinding heights</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;6L's outing today @ Sentosa!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah well, it rained, so the day wasn't according to plan. Phyo had a gloomy look on his face towards the end of the day; he claimed that the rain spoiled his mood. haha &lt;em&gt;*shrugs*&lt;/em&gt; oh well. the next outing for us shall be better :] we did some catching up and all. as usual, we joked around. &amp; yeah, plus, Phyo and I started the day off by bickering with each other (as usual). we bicker literally everywhere, even on MSN. Weilei even asked when we could stop. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b364/fionaax/sentosa.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes, we were fooling around @ Palawan beach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b364/fionaax/6L.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's us! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Recent in my playlist:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Raoul - The Automatic&lt;br /&gt;You Know My Name - Chris Cornell&lt;br /&gt;Straightjacket Feeling - TAAR&lt;br /&gt;Tell Me - P.Diddy ft X'tina Aguilera&lt;br /&gt;LDN - Lily Allen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;great songs to check out ;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can only confirm whether I'm officially part of the Chingay 2007 tomorrow. yaye. I hope this won't hinder me doing anything when school reopens. *prays hard*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;toodles.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6793428-116654846540515810?l=cirquedufallacieux.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cirquedufallacieux.blogspot.com/feeds/116654846540515810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6793428&amp;postID=116654846540515810&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6793428/posts/default/116654846540515810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6793428/posts/default/116654846540515810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cirquedufallacieux.blogspot.com/2006/12/ive-seen-angels-fall-from-blinding.html' title='I&apos;ve seen angels fall from blinding heights'/><author><name>FIONA.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11993400949722340183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i150.photobucket.com/albums/s108/neckandchains/EMOTIONS.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6793428.post-116635838007961014</id><published>2006-12-17T20:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-17T20:26:20.100+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm holding on by letting go of you</title><content type='html'>I'm finally back, with 44 souveniers from the legendary mosquitoes, a slight sun-burnt nose, red skin, and a body lack of sleep. Hahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;camp was alright. the trainees were slow and clumsy as usual, but somehow improved a little. the catered food sucked with inedible rice; the fried sausages I fried tasted so much better even on their own :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I smelt sour-ish when I got home. eewww.&lt;br /&gt;I feel so good back home! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FINALLY THERE'S A CLASS OUTING FOR 6L`03 [BLPS]! yes, finally, after 3 frikin years man. yup yupp, I can't wait for Tuesday! :) Phyo's my date! &amp; a silly idiot too. HAHA!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6793428-116635838007961014?l=cirquedufallacieux.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cirquedufallacieux.blogspot.com/feeds/116635838007961014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6793428&amp;postID=116635838007961014&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6793428/posts/default/116635838007961014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6793428/posts/default/116635838007961014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cirquedufallacieux.blogspot.com/2006/12/im-holding-on-by-letting-go-of-you.html' title='I&apos;m holding on by letting go of you'/><author><name>FIONA.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11993400949722340183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i150.photobucket.com/albums/s108/neckandchains/EMOTIONS.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6793428.post-116585865258435178</id><published>2006-12-12T01:34:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-12T01:37:32.606+08:00</updated><title type='text'>today, I'm fine without you</title><content type='html'>will be away for camp from 15-17 Dec.&lt;br /&gt;will miss my darling lappy :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't tasted my favourite Pokka Green Tea for soooooooooo long until today. Ah, the feeling is indescribable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;till then, ciao.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6793428-116585865258435178?l=cirquedufallacieux.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cirquedufallacieux.blogspot.com/feeds/116585865258435178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6793428&amp;postID=116585865258435178&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6793428/posts/default/116585865258435178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6793428/posts/default/116585865258435178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cirquedufallacieux.blogspot.com/2006/12/today-im-fine-without-you_12.html' title='today, I&apos;m fine without you'/><author><name>FIONA.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11993400949722340183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i150.photobucket.com/albums/s108/neckandchains/EMOTIONS.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6793428.post-116547258871566342</id><published>2006-12-07T13:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-07T14:23:09.776+08:00</updated><title type='text'>aye yo, amigo!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;YOU SHOULD CATCH HAPPY FEET!&lt;/strong&gt; :D&lt;br /&gt;I love the Amigo Penguins to bitss &amp; pieces. haha. oh yeah, plus the baby penguins. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah for the past week, I've:&lt;br /&gt;caught Casino Royale,&lt;br /&gt;caught Happy Feet,&lt;br /&gt;changed my earpiece colours,&lt;br /&gt;updated my Friendster profile,&lt;br /&gt;been modifying my Xanga,&lt;br /&gt;lazing around at home,&lt;br /&gt;watching movies on movie channels,&lt;br /&gt;downloaded a handful of themes for my hp,&lt;br /&gt;been eating alot due to boredom (ouch),&lt;br /&gt;&amp; been sleeping till late afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, soon and next I'm gonna:&lt;br /&gt;go on a Harry Potter movie marathon,&lt;br /&gt;watch a few DVDs that my dad bought,&lt;br /&gt;watch teevee,&lt;br /&gt;laze around the house again,&lt;br /&gt;eat eat eat,&lt;br /&gt;&amp; sleep sleep sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what a boring schedule ahead :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chatted with &lt;strong&gt;Fee-Duh-Ooz &lt;/strong&gt;(Lol I forgot his real spelling) yesterday non-stop from early afternoon till late evening. Ha! we sure do have lots to talk about. almost like the second Mich, but not really at the same time haha. Mich can switch to countless topics, while we only talked bout a few but they lasted very long on that. Hahaha. let's see, we talked about hair styles, school, our future &amp; our obsession over Harry Potter (yes we are super obsessed). if there are more, I can't remember for now. haha. yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FYI, I'M STILL A BIG FAN OF HARRY POTTER OK!&lt;/strong&gt; hahaa. Order of the Phoenix will be out on July 13th next year! yeah, damn friking far, but yeah time flies so it'll be here in no time ;) the 7th book would most probably be out next year too. whooo. Fee-Duh-Ooz and I were like saying, "It's gonna be a Harry Potter year for us in 2007." Ahaha. &lt;strong&gt;Daniel Radcliffe!&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;33 speaking of which, his hairstyle in the new movie isn't nice at all. plus, HP's hair is supposed to be long, messy and ruffled. he looked like he got out from NS for a few months, with a little shave at the sides, in the OOTP trailers. I miss his old hair. oh yah, if you watched MTV, he appeared once for the promotion of the GOF movie. now THAT hairstyle was hawt. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Danny ranked first during my primary school days. but sorry, I have to admit, that someone else took up that first place for him now.&lt;em&gt; awww~ &lt;/em&gt;I still love him, plus my new number ones! yeah they're James &amp; Oliver Phelps! wheeets. I realised how hot they are since POA. especially in GOF :) I watched the Sorcerer's Stone last night and found out that they're cute without their 'broken' voices. haha. I liked a line Fred said when Molly mixed them up, "Honestly woman, you call yourself our mother." hahaha. &amp; dear Fee-Duh-Ooz thought I liked long-haired guys -.- not true, not true. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I lost the autographed photos of Danny!! &lt;strong&gt;omgomgomg &lt;/strong&gt;x( yeah I wrote fan mails to him when I was younger. got a problem? Hahaha :D used to be fun. but yeah, it costed me 1 dollar for the stamp lah. eeek. yeah a dollar to me when I was still primary 5 or 6 is quite a sum okay :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can't wait can't wait can't wait can't wait can't wait can't wait can't wait can't wait can't wait can't wait can't wait can't wait can't wait can't wait can't wait can't wait can't wait can't wait can't wait can't wait can't wait can't wait &lt;strong&gt;can't wait &lt;/strong&gt;for the upcoming new Harry Potter stuff :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Amigo penguin:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aye you jojo, let me tell you something.&lt;br /&gt;Come closer. Closer.&lt;br /&gt;Do you really wanna sing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mumble:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Amigo penguin:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You sure?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mumble:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Amigo penguin:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very sure?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mumble:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Amigo penguin:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, then follow everything I say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mumble:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Amigo penguin:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I say "Okay." ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mumble:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No(?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Amigo penguin:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHA I TOLD YOU I &lt;333 THE AMIGO PENGUINSSS.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6793428-116547258871566342?l=cirquedufallacieux.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cirquedufallacieux.blogspot.com/feeds/116547258871566342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6793428&amp;postID=116547258871566342&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6793428/posts/default/116547258871566342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6793428/posts/default/116547258871566342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cirquedufallacieux.blogspot.com/2006/12/aye-yo-amigo.html' title='aye yo, amigo!'/><author><name>FIONA.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11993400949722340183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i150.photobucket.com/albums/s108/neckandchains/EMOTIONS.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6793428.post-116516376030184772</id><published>2006-12-03T23:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-04T18:21:59.870+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Xanga, everyone's talking about it</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;I've got myself a Xanga.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no, not just, but on October 18th. Ha! I gave up on it then because I knew nuts about the functions and all. thankfully, with WanTing and Vanessa's help today, I managed to finish the look of my Xanga! Lol :) anyway, from now on I would be updating both journals now and then. So it's up to you to read either :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://xanga.com/cirquedufallacieux/"&gt;my Xanga!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just realised:&lt;br /&gt;isn't Xanga a brand name of a slimming product? :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that just reminds me of Fann Wong.&lt;br /&gt;&amp; Fann Wong reminds me of Christopher Lee.&lt;br /&gt;&amp; Christopher Lee reminds me of his drink-driving hit-and-run accident.&lt;br /&gt;&amp; the accident reminds me of the accident my uncle had met two years back.&lt;br /&gt;&amp; the accident nudges a voice inside me and tells me: &lt;em&gt;Cherish your life now before it's gone before you know it&lt;/em&gt; :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;it's Xando!&lt;/strong&gt; not Xanga! Lol :D thanks &lt;strong&gt;passerby&lt;/strong&gt;, haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6793428-116516376030184772?l=cirquedufallacieux.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cirquedufallacieux.blogspot.com/feeds/116516376030184772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6793428&amp;postID=116516376030184772&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6793428/posts/default/116516376030184772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6793428/posts/default/116516376030184772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cirquedufallacieux.blogspot.com/2006/12/xanga-everyones-talking-about-it.html' title='Xanga, everyone&apos;s talking about it'/><author><name>FIONA.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11993400949722340183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i150.photobucket.com/albums/s108/neckandchains/EMOTIONS.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6793428.post-116514528372012135</id><published>2006-12-03T19:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-03T19:28:03.720+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'll be there when your heart stops beating</title><content type='html'>I'm so-gonna get a new life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;get on with it man, Fiona.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seems better that way, yes?&lt;br /&gt;it's pointless to go on like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;you've done it before,&lt;br /&gt;why not do it again; for good?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah,&lt;br /&gt;&amp; that shall be my New-year resolution.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;time flies so fast.&lt;br /&gt;it's already December.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;OMGOMGOMG.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna be sec 4 next year.&lt;br /&gt;I feel old. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got sick of that floating navigation. it seemed irritating. &amp; I reckon you people think so too. yeah I edited it. though it's so common but, yeah it looks so much better to the eye than before. Ha! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6793428-116514528372012135?l=cirquedufallacieux.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cirquedufallacieux.blogspot.com/feeds/116514528372012135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6793428&amp;postID=116514528372012135&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6793428/posts/default/116514528372012135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6793428/posts/default/116514528372012135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cirquedufallacieux.blogspot.com/2006/12/ill-be-there-when-your-heart-stops.html' title='I&apos;ll be there when your heart stops beating'/><author><name>FIONA.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11993400949722340183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i150.photobucket.com/albums/s108/neckandchains/EMOTIONS.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6793428.post-116506237244460464</id><published>2006-12-02T19:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-02T20:26:13.463+08:00</updated><title type='text'>you can watch me corrode</title><content type='html'>I'm in a foul mood today.&lt;br /&gt;so, beware of this entry for it may pull your triger and start ranting like me too. &amp; this aint funny, at all. don't you dare smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just dislike people making me sound like I'm in the wrong when I'm not, or jumping into conclusions about without making clear of what had happened. &amp; when this happens, it irritates me and somehow would result into something else as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not once. but TWICE today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you've changed. I don't know why and I don't wish to know, because I've already known too much for now. you made me sound like as if I'm there to interrupt your life or something. if you feel that way, then I'm so sorry. you made me feel like I'm some nuisance trying to attract your attention. if you meant it that way, I feel even more sorry, yet hurt. just a simple message of concern, and that's what you would give me without a thanks? fine, forget it then. I &lt;s&gt;might &lt;/s&gt;&lt;strong&gt;would&lt;/strong&gt; be sorry about this in the future, &lt;strong&gt;but for no&lt;/strong&gt;w I feel like saying this: if you meant it as that negative way, &lt;strong&gt;fuck it &lt;/strong&gt;okay. you made me feel like shit and gave me the impression you were cocky while you gave me the message. it's just so-not you to be so impolite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I might be paranoid.&lt;br /&gt;but that was how I felt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;how you made me feel.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; speaking about this topic, it reminds me of the discussion I had about this with Jayden a few months back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;people, stop being lazy.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see some of those blogskinners out there commenting on certain people's (including mine) blogskins to credit the picture source or brushes? yeah, &lt;strong&gt;especially &lt;/strong&gt;credits to brushes. like, Hello? for most of them, at least they mentioned about the name of the owner or something, not like it's totally not acknowledged. since you're given the name, please be more hardworking and do your own research on the original works yourself. don't sit there, relax and just &lt;em&gt;click away &lt;/em&gt;while we put in effort to type an extra fucking bunch of HTML codes to suit your needs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yeah one more thing that many bloggers like to do; accusing other blogskinners about the &lt;strong&gt;so-called copying&lt;/strong&gt; of codes. once again, like, Hello? they might somehow got inspired by the blogskin's concept and decided to use the HTML code and modified it a little to suit their own blogskin. anyway if it is somehow really similar to the original work, it &lt;strong&gt;should&lt;/strong&gt; be credited. think again man, if using of &lt;em&gt;other people's codes &lt;/em&gt;are copying, then why are some of our blogskins similar in concept but just different in design? wouldn't that be like, the whole world is copying, and only God knows who was the creator of that particular HTML or Java code? &lt;em&gt;that's bullshit.&lt;/em&gt; &amp; you people still dare to accuse other people of copying? it's merely a refer and modification. at most just credit the original works. stop making such a big hoo-haa out of nothing; you're just trying to attract attention and project your jealousy. &lt;strong&gt;eat this.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah.&lt;br /&gt;many people make a big hoo-haa out of this 'cause people always think that normal bloggers like us are wannabes of Mr Brown, Xiaxue, Celeste or &lt;em&gt;whoever fucking so-called 'Celebrities'&lt;/em&gt;. like come on! they're peanuts man. who gives a damn about Xiaxue's pinkish blog with a picture of her squat physique, or Celeste's small eyes and washing-board-chest? I know who. yeah, &lt;em&gt;those&lt;/em&gt; people. such blogs: they are just for &lt;strong&gt;entertainment.&lt;/strong&gt; Hello? if people somehow got to blog similar like them coincidentally, it aint your problem, so stay out of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;however, if you're talking about people who has &lt;strong&gt;exact&lt;/strong&gt; blogging style, &lt;em&gt;super-duper-uber-similar&lt;/em&gt; blog URLs,&lt;strong&gt; exact &lt;/strong&gt;blog concept, with &lt;strong&gt;exact&lt;/strong&gt; blogskin contents; that's a total different story. &lt;strong&gt;they're just plain bullshitters with no originality.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with experience, I express this: it ain't a good feeling for being accused of something which you didn't do wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wanna try?&lt;br /&gt;be my guest.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6793428-116506237244460464?l=cirquedufallacieux.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cirquedufallacieux.blogspot.com/feeds/116506237244460464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6793428&amp;postID=116506237244460464&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6793428/posts/default/116506237244460464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6793428/posts/default/116506237244460464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cirquedufallacieux.blogspot.com/2006/12/you-can-watch-me-corrode.html' title='you can watch me corrode'/><author><name>FIONA.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11993400949722340183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i150.photobucket.com/albums/s108/neckandchains/EMOTIONS.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6793428.post-116497565750107030</id><published>2006-12-01T20:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-01T21:42:02.430+08:00</updated><title type='text'>was it a dream</title><content type='html'>went shopping with Melissa today at Wisma and The Heerens. met Runie halfway through. he saw me and he was like &lt;em&gt;"Fiona! Fiona!" &lt;/em&gt;when I turned and saw him I was like &lt;em&gt;"Heyy~~~~~" &lt;/em&gt;and we both started laughing. yeah haha. he said something about a performance this Sunday at the Singapore Youth Center (SYC), which happens to be one of the SSA centers in Singapore. I wonder what event that is. Hmmmmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah. I bought tops:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b364/fionaax/newclothes.jpg"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I LOVE ROCK &lt;/strong&gt;MORE THAN I LOVE YOU.&lt;br /&gt;yeah that will take me somewhere.&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, new skin!&lt;br /&gt;nice nice? :]&lt;br /&gt;for the floating navigation codes,&lt;br /&gt;kudos to blogskinner &lt;strong&gt;Ebullient*&lt;/strong&gt; :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6793428-116497565750107030?l=cirquedufallacieux.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cirquedufallacieux.blogspot.com/feeds/116497565750107030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6793428&amp;postID=116497565750107030&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6793428/posts/default/116497565750107030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6793428/posts/default/116497565750107030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cirquedufallacieux.blogspot.com/2006/12/was-it-dream.html' title='was it a dream'/><author><name>FIONA.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11993400949722340183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i150.photobucket.com/albums/s108/neckandchains/EMOTIONS.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6793428.post-116487669184428219</id><published>2006-11-30T16:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-30T16:51:31.870+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm the one that you loathe</title><content type='html'>Suddenly, everything seems so fucking contradicting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone hopes that their long-waiting doesnt go down the drain. so do you. what about me? I feel the same way too. is life out there to play with us like how we all play with dolls? I wonder.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6793428-116487669184428219?l=cirquedufallacieux.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cirquedufallacieux.blogspot.com/feeds/116487669184428219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6793428&amp;postID=116487669184428219&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6793428/posts/default/116487669184428219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6793428/posts/default/116487669184428219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cirquedufallacieux.blogspot.com/2006/11/im-one-that-you-loathe.html' title='I&apos;m the one that you loathe'/><author><name>FIONA.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11993400949722340183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i150.photobucket.com/albums/s108/neckandchains/EMOTIONS.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6793428.post-116486233993610549</id><published>2006-11-30T12:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-30T12:52:20.326+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the first of the firsts, ha!</title><content type='html'>Jamie Charmiane Foo &lt;strong&gt;Sue Ann &lt;/strong&gt;(HAHA!) blogged about remembering her first crush in secondary school very clearly. yeah, I do too. I even remember my very first crush in my life as well! haha. reading her post makes me think of that very first crush, like how ignorant we all were back then man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yeah, it was in my 2nd kindergarten year. it's this half malay half chinese guy called.. if I'm not wrong, Eddy. Ha! yeah. I just took out the class photo and looked at it. I realised, &lt;em&gt;what the hell was I thinking back then man?&lt;/em&gt; all of us were so chubby and all. haha so cute. yeah I think what attarcted was his small eyes, which I still find them rather cute. Ha. that was my one and only crush during then.&lt;br /&gt;Fun fact: my heart would pound non-stop whenever I'm near Eddy. like, so cute can! lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so I entered my primary school. I developed this &lt;em&gt;very hugee &lt;/em&gt;crush on this guy called Troy Au when I was in primary 3 I think. he's one year my senior, he's in Fuhua Sec now by the way lol. that point of time was really really comical, to come to think of it. I got to know him through my Skipping Club CCA, and yeah he wasn't that popular there like how the rest of the guys were. I think that's what attracted me; his.. &lt;em&gt;isolation?&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;I dunno.&lt;/strong&gt; Lol. have no idea man. somehow, ironically, a classmate of Troy's developed a huge crush on me at that time as well. yeah, and somehow the whole class knew about it and all of them were like "Eh Mrs &lt;em&gt;something&lt;/em&gt; (I forgot his name, let alone his surname, Ha)!" here and there. Hahaha. yeah. my god-sister, Desmy, was from the same class so yeah every recess we would play that famous&lt;strong&gt; Crocodile &lt;/strong&gt;game at the fitness corner with some her class people. uh huh, Troy and that guy happened to be one of them. Ha! they were all teasing me and that guy being husband and wife all that shit, but I only had my eyes on Troy. &lt;strong&gt;Lol.&lt;/strong&gt; anyway nobody knew about my crush on Troy other than Desmy. haha. this crush was one-sided so like, it ended when I was in primary 5 I think.&lt;br /&gt;Fun fact: I secretly took a photo of Troy during last year's visit to my primary school while they were taking their class photo. Ha! dumb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;secondary school had been quite well for me. I've made new friends and all. somehow I offended some people somehow yeah I know about that. well, if they are still mad at me that's their problem. Ha. like, what can I do man. I won't change myself to fit into their world. I would rather change myself for the better and for myself. eat this. yeah so my first crush? let me see.. OH!! KIEFER LEE! haha. this was a super short-lived one. I think I liked him because he liked me at first, which was obvious in his actions; sitting next to me voluntarily, and walking towards me when Eelin told him "Mrs Lee called you." Lol. yeah naughty girl. and like, I broke his heart in the end lah. so sad :( puppy love, yeah you know, &lt;strong&gt;the stupid things that little kids would do.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fun fact: Mr Kiefer Lee was the first crush to hold my hand. Ha! I reckon you didn't know that haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I do now it just look back and laugh at those ignorant choices I made. as long as I don't repeat the same mistakes I made, everything would be fine. I'm so glad I'm moving on well :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IMDCYP &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so who's &lt;strong&gt;your &lt;/strong&gt;first crush in your life, and your first crush in the different stages of your life? it's fun catching up with yourself :) leave comments, don't tag. Heh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6793428-116486233993610549?l=cirquedufallacieux.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cirquedufallacieux.blogspot.com/feeds/116486233993610549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6793428&amp;postID=116486233993610549&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6793428/posts/default/116486233993610549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6793428/posts/default/116486233993610549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cirquedufallacieux.blogspot.com/2006/11/first-of-firsts-ha.html' title='the first of the firsts, ha!'/><author><name>FIONA.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11993400949722340183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i150.photobucket.com/albums/s108/neckandchains/EMOTIONS.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6793428.post-116485706708892002</id><published>2006-11-30T11:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-30T11:28:24.646+08:00</updated><title type='text'>when you go, would you even turn</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Singapore Navy&lt;/strong&gt; advertisement says:&lt;blockquote&gt;If your life is a movie, will it be a good one?&lt;/blockquote&gt;mine isn't a movie. mine's like the infamous Korean/Taiwanese drama series. not like My Girl or My Lovely Samsoon. It's like those teary, super long and draggy ones. yeah, the ones that I hate the most. Naw, I don't hate my life. I love it. I'm merely watching my own drama and just going by, just like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Fiona, you gotta be strong!&lt;/em&gt; :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MCR's The Black Parade&lt;/strong&gt; album rocks big time. Anyone who has the album lend me kay? :) here are my fave tracks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my all-time fave:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I Don't Love You&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash"  src="http://stat.radioblogclub.com/radio.blog/skins/mini/player.swf" allowScriptAccess="always" width="180px" height="23px"  bgcolor="#ECECEC"  id="radioblog_player_0"  FlashVars="id=0&amp;filepath=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.chemicalsreact.net%2Fmusic%2Fmusic%2Fcoolsounds%2FI%20Don-t%20Love%20You%20-%20My%20Chemical%20Romance.rbs&amp;colors=body:#ECECEC;border:#BBBBBB;button:#999999;player_text:#999999;playlist_text:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love this track's guitar arrangement &amp; lyrics:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Famous Last Words&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash"  src="http://stat.radioblogclub.com/radio.blog/skins/mini/player.swf" allowScriptAccess="always" width="180px" height="23px"  bgcolor="#ECECEC"  id="radioblog_player_0"  FlashVars="id=0&amp;filepath=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.sapphire-tearz.org%2Fradioblog%2Fsounds%2FFamous%20Last%20Words%20-%20My%20Chemical%20Romance.rbs&amp;colors=body:#ECECEC;border:#BBBBBB;button:#999999;player_text:#999999;playlist_text:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;another one's &lt;strong&gt;Kiss Before She Goes.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love this track's lyrics.&lt;br /&gt;it's not available on radio blog. aww.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and of course, the one on the billboards:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Welcome To The Black Parade&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash"  src="http://stat.radioblogclub.com/radio.blog/skins/mini/player.swf" allowScriptAccess="always" width="180px" height="23px"  bgcolor="#ECECEC"  id="radioblog_player_0"  FlashVars="id=0&amp;filepath=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.eriklau.com%2Fradio.blog%2Fsounds%2FMy%20Chemical%20Romance%20-%20Welcome%20To%20The%20Black%20Parade.rbs&amp;colors=body:#ECECEC;border:#BBBBBB;button:#999999;player_text:#999999;playlist_text:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Give it up for ROCK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rock is Love.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah go get me T-shirt that prints that phrase :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmm, maybe along with my fave bands:&lt;br /&gt;MUSE&lt;br /&gt;MY CHEMICAL ROMANCE&lt;br /&gt;BREAKING BENJAMIN&lt;br /&gt;30 SECONDS TO MARS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heh :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Casino Royale&lt;/strong&gt; today with Hazel.&lt;br /&gt;ciao.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6793428-116485706708892002?l=cirquedufallacieux.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cirquedufallacieux.blogspot.com/feeds/116485706708892002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6793428&amp;postID=116485706708892002&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6793428/posts/default/116485706708892002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6793428/posts/default/116485706708892002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cirquedufallacieux.blogspot.com/2006/11/when-you-go-would-you-even-turn.html' title='when you go, would you even turn'/><author><name>FIONA.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11993400949722340183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i150.photobucket.com/albums/s108/neckandchains/EMOTIONS.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6793428.post-116468494487483284</id><published>2006-11-28T11:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-28T11:42:05.196+08:00</updated><title type='text'>if I wrote you a symphony</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CTSS Prom was a blast.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reached home at around 12am plus. yeah and my eyes hurt from the removal of eyeliner and mascara. oww. oh well, I still had fun, playing with helium and all that shit. Hahaha :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sooo yeah Revo was putting on make-up at Park Mall. &amp; presenting to you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b364/fionaax/prom02.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jamie Charmaine Foo &lt;strong&gt;Sue Ann &lt;/strong&gt;&amp; Teo Rui Wen &lt;strong&gt;Fiona&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;LOL :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b364/fionaax/prom01.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and lastly, of course, the 13th nominee for Prom King:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b364/fionaax/DIXIE.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah, &lt;strong&gt;Jian De &lt;/strong&gt;won the title of &lt;strong&gt;Prom King &lt;/strong&gt;yesterday night! Haha. suave, he was; all black. Lol. didn't get much photos taken as I was really tired, and the crowd was like woah and all. it's so weird, yet so cool, to see the guys out of their uniforms and in formal attire. the girls were all in gowns and they look really good. Hah. I wonder how the Prom for my batch would be like, huh? :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;two&lt;/strong&gt; loads off :)&lt;br /&gt;ciao!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6793428-116468494487483284?l=cirquedufallacieux.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cirquedufallacieux.blogspot.com/feeds/116468494487483284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6793428&amp;postID=116468494487483284&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6793428/posts/default/116468494487483284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6793428/posts/default/116468494487483284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cirquedufallacieux.blogspot.com/2006/11/if-i-wrote-you-symphony.html' title='if I wrote you a symphony'/><author><name>FIONA.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11993400949722340183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i150.photobucket.com/albums/s108/neckandchains/EMOTIONS.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6793428.post-116446545704245369</id><published>2006-11-25T22:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-25T22:44:52.523+08:00</updated><title type='text'>to the left to the left</title><content type='html'>2 words to describe my week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Busy &amp; tired.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SJAB, Dance, and the cycle repeats.&lt;br /&gt;My second toe is blistering (oww).&lt;br /&gt;I'm so fucking tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; Monday's coming..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait for the Prom.&lt;br /&gt;yet I'm nervous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scared. :/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6793428-116446545704245369?l=cirquedufallacieux.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cirquedufallacieux.blogspot.com/feeds/116446545704245369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6793428&amp;postID=116446545704245369&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6793428/posts/default/116446545704245369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6793428/posts/default/116446545704245369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cirquedufallacieux.blogspot.com/2006/11/to-left-to-left.html' title='to the left to the left'/><author><name>FIONA.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11993400949722340183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i150.photobucket.com/albums/s108/neckandchains/EMOTIONS.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6793428.post-116412761718845064</id><published>2006-11-21T23:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-22T01:00:37.256+08:00</updated><title type='text'>you've got my temperature rising</title><content type='html'>a conversation at dance practice today:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Melvin:&lt;/b&gt; (browsing my MP3 player)&lt;br /&gt;Eeee, you got Tata Young's song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Fiona:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Melvin:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How does the song go? I only know there's this &lt;em&gt;'El-Ninyo!'&lt;/em&gt; thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Fiona:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Sings) "&lt;em&gt;You've got my temperature rising like..&lt;/em&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Melvin:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(High pitched) "&lt;em&gt;EL-NI-NYO!&lt;/em&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Everyone:&lt;/b&gt; (that means Mel, Darren, Runie and I)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;*LAUGHED OUT LOUD*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Melvin:&lt;/b&gt; (smiles)&lt;br /&gt;Everyone knows Tata Young for her &lt;strong&gt;tata&lt;/strong&gt;'s.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Fiona:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Huh? (thinking: tata's?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Darren:&lt;/b&gt; (seems to understand)&lt;br /&gt;Uh.. Hurh hurh, not funny..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Runie:&lt;/b&gt; (seems to understand after awhile)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;*stares at Melvin*&lt;/em&gt; Eh, like, Pamela Anderson can win, you know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Melvin:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;*laughs*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Fiona:&lt;/b&gt; (finally understood)&lt;br /&gt;OHH! &lt;strong&gt;Tata&lt;/strong&gt;'s, I see. You know what? The first thing I thought of when you said tata's, was &lt;strong&gt;tartar sauce.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Mel, Run, Darren:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;*ROFLMAO-ED*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Fiona:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What, really mah. Like, you pronounced it like: &lt;strong&gt;TA-TA-SSS&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Melvin:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello? Of course you all have two, so it's TA-TA-&lt;strong&gt;SSS&lt;/strong&gt; right? Oh, unless you got only &lt;strong&gt;one&lt;/strong&gt;? &lt;em&gt;*Starts to laugh again*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Fiona:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, you know that this movie (the one with the kungfu guy fighting with the cow), I watched the trailer and there's this lady who has this one big tata and the guy was like looking at it lah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Three of them:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;*looks at Fiona*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Fiona:&lt;/b&gt; (looks back at them)&lt;br /&gt;Really what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Melvin:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Runie is sick. He understands me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Runie:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eh, but really Pamela Anderson's are huge lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Fiona:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know normal people show the top cleavage? Pam shoes the bottom one. They look like they're gonna just drop out any time. Ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Runie:&lt;/b&gt; (giggles)&lt;br /&gt;The silicon too heavy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Melvin:&lt;/b&gt; (&lt;strong&gt;does the action &lt;/strong&gt;of saggy boobs)&lt;br /&gt;Old grandma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhhahaaa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want a MacBook.&lt;br /&gt;Black one.&lt;br /&gt;$1499! Awwww.&lt;br /&gt;That'll have to wait :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b364/fionaax/MACBOOK.jpg"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6793428-116412761718845064?l=cirquedufallacieux.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cirquedufallacieux.blogspot.com/feeds/116412761718845064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6793428&amp;postID=116412761718845064&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6793428/posts/default/116412761718845064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6793428/posts/default/116412761718845064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cirquedufallacieux.blogspot.com/2006/11/youve-got-my-temperature-rising.html' title='you&apos;ve got my temperature rising'/><author><name>FIONA.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11993400949722340183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i150.photobucket.com/albums/s108/neckandchains/EMOTIONS.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6793428.post-116395824013415763</id><published>2006-11-20T01:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-20T01:44:00.366+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm too sexy for my shirt</title><content type='html'>had been so busy and tired from the BNCO course. trainees were so slow and all, but they're improving and I'm glad for that :) just hope things could get better so I would lose any enery unnecessarily. Heh. yeah it's so early in the morning now. okay, I'll get to sleep after this post kay? I really wanna blog this. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chrissy Poo&lt;/strong&gt; and I were discussing about chilling out at an ice cream shop, Daily Scoop, somewhere around next week and he told me about going to the US this coming Friday or Saturday. so obviously, an immediate answer from me was for him to get a gift from me. yeah, since it was &lt;strong&gt;Christopher Foo Ce Xiang &lt;/strong&gt;I'm talking about, things somehow got a little.. &lt;em&gt;hilarious&lt;/em&gt;. Hah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;C:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you wanna go, go before next fri. I'm going to the u.s then&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;F:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohh! Get me a gift kay! (;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;C:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;F:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;=( Idiot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;C:&lt;/strong&gt; (after an hour or so)&lt;br /&gt;Whoo. I just came back from daily scoop. Had a waffle for staff price.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;F:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're making me hungry for ice cream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;C:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mm ice cream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;F:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're rubbing it in real good dude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;C:&lt;/strong&gt; (after half an hour or so)&lt;br /&gt;Yep. Mm waffle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;F:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's like an hour past and I think it's your stomach that's doing the talking. Ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;C:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello Fiona. This is mr tummy speaking. How are you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;F:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello Chrissy Poo. I'm fine, thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;C:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok very funny. Seriously now after i ate i went to the gym and went on a little adrenaline overdrive from a combination of sugar and while watching survivor. I always get a little nutty after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;F:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, it's not surprising for me to get nutty at this of the night because it comes naturally for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;C:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From where&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;F:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From.. Deep inside. Lol. (I said something else which I forgot haha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;C:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;F:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aww, Chrissy Poo is angry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;C:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha. I assume you really don't want anything from the states.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;F:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey! Not fair. You said no earlier! That's blackmailing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;C:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heh heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;F:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don't heh heh me. I swear I'll love you forever. LOL. Love. Friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;C:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yucks now how exactly does that make me wanna get you something? Ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;F:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uh, don't know. Lol. It just came into my mind. Nutty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;C:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nuts to you. &lt;strong&gt;I'll get you a thong.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;F:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol. Do you even know my size?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;C:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea. Extra large!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;F:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol whatever. Anyway thongs disgust me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;C:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do they disgust you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;F:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The way it stuffs up the arse. Whoo x(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;C:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well thats why its sexy cause it shows the arse and has minimal coverage. And it isn't painful. It doesnt go all the way in unless you pull it up, which in that case even I can't help stupidity. Lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;F:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL. Whatever, I just don't like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;C:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll get myself one if you get one. You won't know if you don't try. Ha logically it should be the cheapest piece of clothing right? Cause its the tiniest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;F:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't know. Haha. Okay, get me something else other than the thong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;C:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ok a matching bra.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;F:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now what's with you and under garments? LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;C:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dunno got the idea from my friends. I'll see if theres anything nice for ya. At St Monica, its sort of a rebel town where everybody has their own fashion and style. And theres alot of dancers too. So over there i'll keep an eye out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;F:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha that sounds better, aight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;C:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Make sure you wear than thong though. I hate to see money go to waste. Oh yeah i heard the accessories there were good as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;F:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha! OKAY.. Uhm, don't get me any hippie stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;C:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats so last season la. Its now indie stuff. Very unique. Oh and about my part..i guess i need to wear a thong too?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;F:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah duh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;C:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dang. I was hoping you forgot. Anyway nights!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that was long, yet... &lt;em&gt;yeah &lt;/em&gt;man.&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chris, you better get me something else other than under garments. I don't care if they're sexy or not. -tongue out-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, nighty! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6793428-116395824013415763?l=cirquedufallacieux.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cirquedufallacieux.blogspot.com/feeds/116395824013415763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6793428&amp;postID=116395824013415763&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6793428/posts/default/116395824013415763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6793428/posts/default/116395824013415763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cirquedufallacieux.blogspot.com/2006/11/im-too-sexy-for-my-shirt.html' title='I&apos;m too sexy for my shirt'/><author><name>FIONA.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11993400949722340183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i150.photobucket.com/albums/s108/neckandchains/EMOTIONS.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6793428.post-116376595964572234</id><published>2006-11-17T19:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-17T20:19:19.880+08:00</updated><title type='text'>music makes me lose control</title><content type='html'>these are the songs that make the top of my chart and the ones that you might hear playing over and over again for a few times in my MP3 player. Heh. support good bands! :) check them out if you would.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Title:&lt;/strong&gt; New Born&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Artist:&lt;/strong&gt; Muse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash"  src="http://stat.radioblogclub.com/radio.blog/skins/mini/player.swf" allowScriptAccess="always" width="180px" height="23px"  bgcolor="#ECECEC"  id="radioblog_player_0"  FlashVars="id=0&amp;status=maximize&amp;filepath=http%3A%2F%2Ftr1pcy.free.fr%2Fblog%2Fradio%2Falpha%2F..%2Fsounds%2FMuse%20-%20New%20Born.rbs&amp;colors=body:#ECECEC;border:#BBBBBB;button:#999999;player_text:#000000;playlist_text:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Why:&lt;/strong&gt; Cool guitar background. Fathomless lyrics. Plus, my fave fave fave fave band! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fave:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&amp; the bitterness inside&lt;br /&gt;Is growing like the new born&lt;br /&gt;When you've seen, seen&lt;br /&gt;Too much, too young, young&lt;br /&gt;Soulless is everywhere&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Title:&lt;/strong&gt; White Lines &amp; Red Lights&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Artist:&lt;/strong&gt; Between The Trees&lt;br /&gt;[ URL can't be found on radio blog :( ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Why:&lt;/strong&gt; Music arrangement &amp; lyrics!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fave:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;We are in each others' arms&lt;br /&gt;Just like a movie scene&lt;br /&gt;&amp; as we're leaning in&lt;br /&gt;The lights decide to turn clean&lt;br /&gt;Being with you together&lt;br /&gt;This is getting better&lt;br /&gt;I don't want just red lights&lt;br /&gt;I want more of these nights&lt;br /&gt;Baby, I love you!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Title:&lt;/strong&gt; Over My Head (Cable Car)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Artist:&lt;/strong&gt; The Fray&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash"  src="http://stat.radioblogclub.com/radio.blog/skins/mini/player.swf" allowScriptAccess="always" width="180px" height="23px"  bgcolor="#ECECEC"  id="radioblog_player_0"  FlashVars="id=0&amp;status=maximize&amp;filepath=http%3A%2F%2Fgisele.oops.jp%2Fradio.blog%2Fsounds%2FThe%20Fray%20-%20Over%20My%20Head.rbs&amp;colors=body:#ECECEC;border:#BBBBBB;button:#999999;player_text:#000000;playlist_text:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Why:&lt;/strong&gt; Music arrangement &amp; lyrics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fave:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&amp; suddenly I become a part of your past &lt;br /&gt;I'm becoming the part that don't last &lt;br /&gt;I'm losing you and its effortless&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Title:&lt;/strong&gt; Smack That&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Artist:&lt;/strong&gt; Akon ft. Eminem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash"  src="http://stat.radioblogclub.com/radio.blog/skins/mini/player.swf" allowScriptAccess="always" width="180px" height="23px"  bgcolor="#ECECEC"  id="radioblog_player_0"  FlashVars="id=0&amp;status=maximize&amp;filepath=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.impactsounds.com%2Fplayer%2Fradio.blog%2Fsounds%2FAkon%20ft.%20Eminem%20-%20Smack%20That.rbs&amp;colors=body:#ECECEC;border:#BBBBBB;button:#999999;player_text:#000000;playlist_text:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Why:&lt;/strong&gt; The bass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fave:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I feel it down and cracked now (ooh) &lt;br /&gt;I see it dull and backed now &lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna call her&lt;br /&gt;Than I pull the mack down &lt;br /&gt;Money no problem&lt;br /&gt;Pocket full of that now&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Title:&lt;/strong&gt; Welcome To The Black Parade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Artist:&lt;/strong&gt; My Chemical Romance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash"  src="http://stat.radioblogclub.com/radio.blog/skins/mini/player.swf" allowScriptAccess="always" width="180px" height="23px"  bgcolor="#ECECEC"  id="radioblog_player_0"  FlashVars="id=0&amp;status=maximize&amp;filepath=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.eriklau.com%2Fradio.blog%2Fsounds%2FMy%20Chemical%20Romance%20-%20Welcome%20To%20The%20Black%20Parade.rbs&amp;colors=body:#ECECEC;border:#BBBBBB;button:#999999;player_text:#000000;playlist_text:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Why:&lt;/strong&gt; The piano and lyrics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fave:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Someday you'll grow up&lt;br /&gt;Would you be the saviour&lt;br /&gt;Of the broken, the beaten and the damned&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Title:&lt;/strong&gt; Zips&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Artist:&lt;/strong&gt; T.M. Revolution&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash"  src="http://stat.radioblogclub.com/radio.blog/skins/mini/player.swf" allowScriptAccess="always" width="180px" height="23px"  bgcolor="#ECECEC"  id="radioblog_player_0"  FlashVars="id=0&amp;status=maximize&amp;filepath=http%3A%2F%2Fayame.reiku.org%2Fradio.blog%2Fsounds%2FT.M.Revolution-%20Zips.rbs&amp;colors=body:#ECECEC;border:#BBBBBB;button:#999999;player_text:#000000;playlist_text:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Why:&lt;/strong&gt; I love the guitar! Most importantly, IT'S JAPANESE! Haha, and the way the singer sang the song; can you feel the mixture of emotions he used? It's a soundtrack from Gundam Seed by the way :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Title:&lt;/strong&gt; She Is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Artist:&lt;/strong&gt; [ I don't know :/ ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash"  src="http://stat.radioblogclub.com/radio.blog/skins/mini/player.swf" allowScriptAccess="always" width="180px" height="23px"  bgcolor="#ECECEC"  id="radioblog_player_0"  FlashVars="id=0&amp;status=maximize&amp;filepath=http%3A%2F%2Fyankumi.altervista.org%2Fradio.blog%2Fsounds%2FShe_is-My_name_is_Kim_Sam_Soon_ost.rbs&amp;colors=body:#ECECEC;border:#BBBBBB;button:#999999;player_text:#000000;playlist_text:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Why:&lt;/strong&gt; A soundtrack from a Korean drama series, My Lovely Samsoon. This is my all-time-fave and yes, the show is nice too! I'm not a Korean drama fan btw, so this is my recommendation, and this choice is a good one. Heh :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Title:&lt;/strong&gt; So Contagious&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Artist:&lt;/strong&gt; Acceptance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash"  src="http://stat.radioblogclub.com/radio.blog/skins/mini/player.swf" allowScriptAccess="always" width="180px" height="23px"  bgcolor="#ECECEC"  id="radioblog_player_0"  FlashVars="id=0&amp;status=maximize&amp;filepath=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.string-of-regrets.net%2Fradio.blog.2.5%2Fradio.blog%2Fsounds%2FAcceptance%20-%20So%20Contagious.rbs&amp;colors=body:#ECECEC;border:#BBBBBB;button:#999999;player_text:#000000;playlist_text:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Why:&lt;/strong&gt; The guitars!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fave:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;When you're around me I'm predictable&lt;br /&gt;Cos I believe in loving you at first sight&lt;br /&gt;I know it's crazy but I'm hoping to&lt;br /&gt;To take a hold of you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Title:&lt;/strong&gt; I'm Too Sexy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Artist:&lt;/strong&gt; Right Said Fred&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash"  src="http://stat.radioblogclub.com/radio.blog/skins/mini/player.swf" allowScriptAccess="always" width="180px" height="23px"  bgcolor="#ECECEC"  id="radioblog_player_0"  FlashVars="id=0&amp;status=maximize&amp;filepath=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.doristori.com%2Fblogg%2Futvarp%2Fsounds%2FRight%20Said%20Fred%20-%20I'm%20Too%20Sexy.rbs&amp;colors=body:#ECECEC;border:#BBBBBB;button:#999999;player_text:#000000;playlist_text:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Why:&lt;/strong&gt; Yeah! Old school! Hahaha. It's so classic okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fave:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm too sexy for my land&lt;br /&gt;Too sexy for my land&lt;br /&gt;New York and Japan&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Title:&lt;/strong&gt; Gimme That&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Artist:&lt;/strong&gt; Chris Brown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash"  src="http://stat.radioblogclub.com/radio.blog/skins/mini/player.swf" allowScriptAccess="always" width="180px" height="23px"  bgcolor="#ECECEC"  id="radioblog_player_0"  FlashVars="id=0&amp;status=maximize&amp;filepath=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.beyondpotter.com%2Fradio%2FRONPLAYLIST%2Fsounds%2F05%20-%20Gimme%20That%20-%20Chris%20Brown.Mp3.rbs&amp;colors=body:#ECECEC;border:#BBBBBB;button:#999999;player_text:#000000;playlist_text:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Why:&lt;/strong&gt; The bass beats of the song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fave:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Slow all the traffic down to a complete stop&lt;br /&gt;Cause you speaking that slang that I talk&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Title:&lt;/strong&gt; It Ends Tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Artist:&lt;/strong&gt; The All-American Rejects&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash"  src="http://stat.radioblogclub.com/radio.blog/skins/mini/player.swf" allowScriptAccess="always" width="180px" height="23px"  bgcolor="#ECECEC"  id="radioblog_player_0"  FlashVars="id=0&amp;status=maximize&amp;filepath=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.philgeist.com%2Fradio.blog%2Fsounds%2FThe%20All-American%20Rejects%20-%20It%20Ends%20Tonight.rbs&amp;colors=body:#ECECEC;border:#BBBBBB;button:#999999;player_text:#000000;playlist_text:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Why:&lt;/strong&gt; Music arrangement and lyrics. Plus, my fave band! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Title:&lt;/strong&gt; Passion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Artist:&lt;/strong&gt; Utada Hikaru&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash"  src="http://stat.radioblogclub.com/radio.blog/skins/mini/player.swf" allowScriptAccess="always" width="180px" height="23px"  bgcolor="#ECECEC"  id="radioblog_player_0"  FlashVars="id=0&amp;status=maximize&amp;filepath=http%3A%2F%2Fdragonlab7.free.fr%2Fradio%2Fradio.blog%2Fsounds%2FKingdom%20Heart%202%20-%20Passion.rbs&amp;colors=body:#ECECEC;border:#BBBBBB;button:#999999;player_text:#000000;playlist_text:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Why:&lt;/strong&gt; Japanese. yeah, well, reminds me of someone too. Hah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wow, that's a bunch :)&lt;br /&gt;but there's more of course.&lt;br /&gt;Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;destress from stress. yaye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stay tuned for the photo-filled post!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6793428-116376595964572234?l=cirquedufallacieux.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cirquedufallacieux.blogspot.com/feeds/116376595964572234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6793428&amp;postID=116376595964572234&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6793428/posts/default/116376595964572234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6793428/posts/default/116376595964572234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cirquedufallacieux.blogspot.com/2006/11/music-makes-me-lose-control.html' title='music makes me lose control'/><author><name>FIONA.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11993400949722340183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i150.photobucket.com/albums/s108/neckandchains/EMOTIONS.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6793428.post-116368228761083275</id><published>2006-11-16T20:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-16T21:04:47.630+08:00</updated><title type='text'>feeling that the sky is falling</title><content type='html'>there's something I have to rant here, just for the sake of ranting. don't read it, it would be a waste of your time. if you read it, it's your problem if you wanna approach me to talk about it;&lt;strong&gt; I won't entertain you. &lt;/strong&gt;I told you not to read it already. so don't. oh yes, don't bitch about me either; you'll just end up in hell. peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I FEEL PRESSURE. PRESSURE! SJAB is like catching up and all. everything isn't going according to plan and all. frustrating to even think about! I have my second thoughts about Revo. I guess if this goes on, I might not be able to handle it next year. SueAnn doesnt know how to handle the crew well because she's not stern and crude enough to order people around. that's what a leader should be doing; assign people to do something and correct all the mistakes. she's just being too soft on the members and kept talking about the welfare and all. Hey, if you guys wanna make it big, put in the effort and be the bad person all the time! MOREOVER, Sue is going to Australia for her college studies in January. that means the leadership of Revo would have to be passed down to one of the members. I'm telling you, if I were to take up that post, I'll die. Why? you ask me why? I'll tell you why. There is a 99% tendency that I would be given my school's SJAB Chairperson position as well. no, I won't accept one of these, and that would be (sorry, but) Revo-tia. CCA and studies are more important than dance for my life now. NOW, get it? I'm not free yet! if you people think that you have all the time in the world then so be it, it's not my business! I have my restrictions and I don't care if you have everything you want in your life okay. SHOO.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; FYI, THIS IS UNLIKE THE STUPID BITCHING PARAGRAPH OF THE FAGGOT BENJAMIN FOO. HE'S A DISGRACE TO THE GAY COMMUNITY MAN. COWARD. WIMP. BULLSHITTER CRITIC.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wow, I feel so much better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes, I just feel like sleeping at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;but&lt;/strong&gt; I couldn't sleep at all.&lt;br /&gt;sometimes, I just wanna stay at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;but&lt;/strong&gt; there's nothing to do, nothing to watch.&lt;br /&gt;sometimes, I just feel like going out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;but&lt;/strong&gt; there's nowhere for me to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the photos aren't here yet, so wait.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6793428-116368228761083275?l=cirquedufallacieux.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cirquedufallacieux.blogspot.com/feeds/116368228761083275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6793428&amp;postID=116368228761083275&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6793428/posts/default/116368228761083275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6793428/posts/default/116368228761083275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cirquedufallacieux.blogspot.com/2006/11/feeling-that-sky-is-falling.html' title='feeling that the sky is falling'/><author><name>FIONA.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11993400949722340183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i150.photobucket.com/albums/s108/neckandchains/EMOTIONS.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6793428.post-116338763995095055</id><published>2006-11-12T23:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T11:13:59.983+08:00</updated><title type='text'>when darkness turns to light, it ends tonight</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;it's Mama's birthday today!&lt;/strong&gt; :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b364/fionaax/happybday.jpg"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to &lt;strong&gt;Raffles Town Club&lt;/strong&gt;'s Japanese restaurant with Marilyn's family. I have no idea why my dad ordered like, &lt;strong&gt;25&lt;/strong&gt; Tempuras!!? LOL. I saw the fried prawns and my appetite went down a little. Haha. I didn't touch any of them though, but I ate at least three Temakis and Makis each. Ahh, as long as I make the point that I ate alot of rice, &lt;em&gt;did I make it?&lt;/em&gt; :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b364/fionaax/bday2.jpg"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's been very long since I've met Marilyn and all. they're still the same, haha. yeah we were all talking about lotsa stuff. our mothers were talking about the new drama series be it HK or Korean ones. our fathers were talking about tea at one moment, then the &lt;em&gt;right-left brain &lt;/em&gt;issue the next. while the adults were having their rather small talks about certain issues, Marilyn, Carine, Melissa and I had a rather &lt;em&gt;big&lt;/em&gt; talk about almost everything! Hahahaha. okay. yeah. I can only remember the dinner today really made me feel bloated. &lt;em&gt;Ugh, no Tempuras for now.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, I forgot to mention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WE HAD A TIRAMISU CAKE! &lt;/strong&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b364/fionaax/bday1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ta-da for tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's been LONG since the last update. Ahhaha. had been busy with SJAB, as well as &lt;em&gt;O2Jamming&lt;/em&gt;. Lol. it relieves stress for me, yeah. funny. whatever. I expect a lot of photos for the next post! I haven't receive all of the photos from Alethia and Eelin so you have to wait :D Alethia's were taken on Friday, the last day of the extra lessons, while Eelin's are the random photos that Jo, her and I took on Thursday, the day before. you should anticipate funny and retarded stuff. Hah. till then, &lt;strong&gt;toodles!&lt;/strong&gt; :]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6793428-116338763995095055?l=cirquedufallacieux.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cirquedufallacieux.blogspot.com/feeds/116338763995095055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6793428&amp;postID=116338763995095055&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6793428/posts/default/116338763995095055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6793428/posts/default/116338763995095055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cirquedufallacieux.blogspot.com/2006/11/when-darkness-turns-to-light-it-ends.html' title='when darkness turns to light, it ends tonight'/><author><name>FIONA.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11993400949722340183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i150.photobucket.com/albums/s108/neckandchains/EMOTIONS.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6793428.post-116290969551167268</id><published>2006-11-07T22:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-07T22:28:15.900+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Red, the colour of life</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;it was all a misunderstanding.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad it's over; for this misunderstanding. I dont really care much about the other one. as long as the unnecessary disputes are solved, it's good enough. yeah, hope it's for the best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sorry for blaming you&lt;br /&gt;For everything I just couldn't do&lt;br /&gt;&amp; I've hurt myself&lt;br /&gt;By hurting you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she should dedicate this to him :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how funny it is.&lt;br /&gt;I had been dying to see you and all.&lt;br /&gt;but when it happens, there's nothing I could do.&lt;br /&gt;what. the. hell. is. this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sometimes I wanna call ya&lt;br /&gt;But I know you won't be there&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;suddenly I just feel so pressurized.&lt;br /&gt;work from St john;&lt;br /&gt;dance practices from Revo;&lt;br /&gt;extra lessons for this week (which I dont feel like going at all).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when I'm worked up, &lt;strong&gt;NEVER &lt;/strong&gt;tell me: &lt;strong&gt;chill ya.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you're just making situations &lt;strong&gt;worse &lt;/strong&gt;aight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is when I will be rather irritating and bossy. so beware alright. so here I am warning you about my temper so stop bitching about me if you were. lalala. go away. I'm super random for times like these. don't complain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Restlessness.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe I just got super worked-up when people talk to me with improper English or giving me the &lt;em&gt;"Oh-I'm-so-helpless"&lt;/em&gt; attitude. FWAHH. I'm over-sensitive? I don't think so, if you are someone like me. like what? don't ask. I won't tell you anyway. (SEE, I TOLD YOU I'M RANDOM NOW)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Just stop pressuring me&lt;br /&gt;You make me wanna scream&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I guess I need sometime to myself.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just realised how occupied I am to not even sit down to keep myself company for awhile in solitude. &lt;strong&gt;sorry Dad,&lt;/strong&gt; for not taking your advice. yeah I'm now being tortured by Time itself. I feel like withdrawing from everything. I guess it's too late for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after all these.&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to &lt;strong&gt;terminate&lt;/strong&gt; the less important ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahhhhhhh.&lt;br /&gt;97ILY! &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6793428-116290969551167268?l=cirquedufallacieux.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cirquedufallacieux.blogspot.com/feeds/116290969551167268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6793428&amp;postID=116290969551167268&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6793428/posts/default/116290969551167268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6793428/posts/default/116290969551167268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cirquedufallacieux.blogspot.com/2006/11/red-colour-of-life.html' title='Red, the colour of life'/><author><name>FIONA.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11993400949722340183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i150.photobucket.com/albums/s108/neckandchains/EMOTIONS.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6793428.post-116282152182944931</id><published>2006-11-06T21:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-06T21:58:42.033+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my memories are all spent in my dream world</title><content type='html'>I went on a &lt;em&gt;"Major Manga Download Marathon"&lt;/em&gt;, and now I'm going on a &lt;em&gt;"Major Manga Reading Marathon"&lt;/em&gt;. reading &lt;strong&gt;DN Angel &lt;/strong&gt;right now and finishing. Hazel's gonna bring her animes over this Thursday, including DNA! wooot. yeah upcoming mangas waiting for me to read are Spiral, Kingdom Hearts, Tsubasa, and Battle Royale. I'm considering whether to download One Piece, because there's like &lt;strong&gt;400 &lt;/strong&gt;over chapters! like Hiro said, &lt;em&gt;"Can cry man.." &lt;/em&gt;Lol. I love Japanese, but somehow hate them because they draw manga characters so nicely that they would never be real. &lt;strong&gt;Awwwww! &lt;/strong&gt;x(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah so my life now is like school, manga, dance, and SJAB. &lt;strong&gt;boring.&lt;/strong&gt; yeah, I thought so. blah! I don't want to go to school for those lessons even though they're held in the Launch Pad with air-conditioners. Fwahhh. SJAB &amp; dance will be taking up most of my days for the weeks to come. CTSS Prom is like 3 weeks away, and somehow half of me is excited while the other half is anxious. excited because it would be performing in front of my schoolmates, but anxious because I'm afraid of certain internal problems within the crew. Hope all goes well! *fingers crossed*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if I were to take up a third language,&lt;br /&gt;it'll either be &lt;strong&gt;Japanese&lt;/strong&gt; or French.&lt;br /&gt;hooo :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;all the best&lt;/strong&gt; to those having O's.&lt;br /&gt;study hard all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6793428-116282152182944931?l=cirquedufallacieux.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cirquedufallacieux.blogspot.com/feeds/116282152182944931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6793428&amp;postID=116282152182944931&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6793428/posts/default/116282152182944931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6793428/posts/default/116282152182944931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cirquedufallacieux.blogspot.com/2006/11/my-memories-are-all-spent-in-my-dream.html' title='my memories are all spent in my dream world'/><author><name>FIONA.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11993400949722340183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i150.photobucket.com/albums/s108/neckandchains/EMOTIONS.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6793428.post-116273708023554306</id><published>2006-11-05T22:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-05T22:31:20.323+08:00</updated><title type='text'>wake me up when November ends</title><content type='html'>late post!&lt;br /&gt;yeah, just to post up the pictures taken on 1st and 2nd November. the Wild Party and BBQ. tra la la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1st November:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b364/fionaax/snap0001.jpg"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eelin and I looked like clones. white shirt with a black tank inside, Adidas shoes, black totes, along with waxed hair. just that our necklace and bottoms are different. Ahahhaa. I personally dislike clones on the streets and I told El that. yeah as usual she's like "Who cares!" Ha. okay, if you had just read this junk, you had just spent 10 seconds of your life on nonsense :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2nd November:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b364/fionaax/snap0002.jpg"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the picture of Van, El, Jyu and me wouldn't be so blur if Beng Hong was a better photographer! Ahahaha :X our jump shot is cute. haha. you wouldn't want to see the failed ones! retarded. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah that's all for the photos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yaye! Muse and Breaking Benjamin are on the Power98 Top 30. wheee. I'll keep voting. you should do that too! &lt;strong&gt;support good bands&lt;/strong&gt; :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;once again, I had a dumb dream last night/this morning again. it is too dumb! no, not about Dixie; &lt;em&gt;someone else.&lt;/em&gt; Ahh! I don't know whether to laugh at it, or ponder about it. they say we dream about what/who we think about, and I'm so-not gonna say what the dream is. OMGOMG. Lol. I am going nutty nuts very soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what the hell.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6793428-116273708023554306?l=cirquedufallacieux.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cirquedufallacieux.blogspot.com/feeds/116273708023554306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6793428&amp;postID=116273708023554306&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6793428/posts/default/116273708023554306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6793428/posts/default/116273708023554306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cirquedufallacieux.blogspot.com/2006/11/wake-me-up-when-november-ends.html' title='wake me up when November ends'/><author><name>FIONA.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11993400949722340183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i150.photobucket.com/albums/s108/neckandchains/EMOTIONS.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6793428.post-116236402681263487</id><published>2006-11-01T14:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-01T14:53:46.903+08:00</updated><title type='text'>you are the brightest star</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Between The Trees!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;great band. but dont spoil it like how people spoil Snow Patrol's songs. yeah I'm glad Muse and Breaking Benjamin aren't touched yet :) good people listen and apprciate good music. yeahhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A- You like to curse alot.&lt;br /&gt;B- You like people.&lt;br /&gt;C- You're wild and crazy.&lt;br /&gt;D- You have one of the best personalities ever.&lt;br /&gt;E- Damn good kisser&lt;br /&gt;F- People adore you.&lt;br /&gt;G- You never let people tell you what to do.&lt;br /&gt;H- You have a very good personality and looks.&lt;br /&gt;I- You have a fine ass&lt;br /&gt;J- Everyone loves you.&lt;br /&gt;K- You are really silly&lt;br /&gt;L- you live to have fun.&lt;br /&gt;M-one to have fun&lt;br /&gt;N- You are dead sexy.&lt;br /&gt;O- You are one of the best in bed.&lt;br /&gt;P- You are popular with all types of people.&lt;br /&gt;Q- You are a hypocrite.&lt;br /&gt;R- Fcukin Crazy&lt;br /&gt;S- Easy to fall in love with.&lt;br /&gt;T- You're loyal to those you love.&lt;br /&gt;U- You really like to chill.&lt;br /&gt;V- You are not judgemental&lt;br /&gt;W- You are very broad minded.&lt;br /&gt;X- You never let people tell you what to do.&lt;br /&gt;Y- One of the best damn bf/gf anyone one could&lt;br /&gt;Z- You are always ready&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So &lt;strong&gt;FIONA TEO RUI WEN &lt;/strong&gt;is:&lt;br /&gt;People adore you, You have a fine ass, You are one of the best in bed, You are dead sexy, You like to curse alot, You're loyal to those you love, Damn good kisser, Fcukin Crazy, You really like to chill, You are very broad minded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this makes me sound like one horny arse, seriously. not even counting my full name, FIONA itself sounds horny already. Ahahhaa. ah well, just for entertainment. Lol. yeah so the conclusion:&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fiona&lt;/strong&gt; is adored by people and she has a fine ass too. She is one of the best people to fuck with and she's dead SEXY. However, be careful of her foul words :)&lt;/blockquote&gt;HAHAHA :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L + L = DIAMOND&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DEESEE = DIAMOND!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol. some inside joke between me &amp; Dixie.&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;strong&gt;D:&lt;/strong&gt; EH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;F:&lt;/strong&gt; BEE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;D:&lt;/strong&gt; huh?? BEE? ... buzz buzz~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;F:&lt;/strong&gt; you say EH, I say BEE, then you should say SEE! lol get it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;D:&lt;/strong&gt; uhh.. ure lame. haaha take care of your leg. get well soon (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;F:&lt;/strong&gt; huh? what's with my leg?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;D:&lt;/strong&gt; hahha.. you wols girl. you're lame, so must take care of your leg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;F:&lt;/strong&gt; EH. walao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;D:&lt;/strong&gt; BEE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;D:&lt;/strong&gt; SEE! come see what see?? hahahh :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;F:&lt;/strong&gt; COPY. LOL.&lt;/blockquote&gt;Retarded. Ahahhaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;party @ Joanne's place later. it's been soooo long since I've taken a picture of myself. Lol. okay, hopefully would have some today. ha. ciao.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6793428-116236402681263487?l=cirquedufallacieux.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cirquedufallacieux.blogspot.com/feeds/116236402681263487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6793428&amp;postID=116236402681263487&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6793428/posts/default/116236402681263487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6793428/posts/default/116236402681263487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cirquedufallacieux.blogspot.com/2006/11/you-are-brightest-star.html' title='you are the brightest star'/><author><name>FIONA.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11993400949722340183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i150.photobucket.com/albums/s108/neckandchains/EMOTIONS.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6793428.post-116221698736581836</id><published>2006-10-30T21:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-30T22:07:03.003+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I don't want just red lights, I want more of these nights; Baby, I love you!</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;YEAH!&lt;/strong&gt; I BOUGHT IT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.photobucket.com/albums/b364/fionaax/DSCF0010-3.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it says DEATHNOTE on the chain :D&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fucked up extra lessons.&lt;br /&gt;Ms Janet Tan just cannot stop eating into other lessons, plus our friking recess. we only had half an hour of recess and she took up 22 minutes of it! sheesh. ahh well. she ain't coming to school tomorrow so there'll be a free period tomorrow. yay for that. I want these extra lessons to be over as soon as possible!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yes, do visit &lt;a href=http://un-deceptional.blogspot.com/&gt;Sue's blog&lt;/a&gt; for her cheesy blog post &amp; contribute in the comments. I asked Leon and Bryan for some suggestions and here are theirs (Sue, if you see this, yeah it's their contribution. Haha):&lt;br /&gt;1. Do you have a plaster? Cos I hurt my knee when I fell for you.&lt;br /&gt;2. Do you have a map? Cos I'm lost in your eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;check out her blog for cheesier and hornier ones.&lt;br /&gt;Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;White Lines &amp; Red Lights.&lt;br /&gt;Between The Trees.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6793428-116221698736581836?l=cirquedufallacieux.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cirquedufallacieux.blogspot.com/feeds/116221698736581836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6793428&amp;postID=116221698736581836&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6793428/posts/default/116221698736581836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6793428/posts/default/116221698736581836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cirquedufallacieux.blogspot.com/2006/10/i-dont-want-just-red-lights-i-want.html' title='I don&apos;t want just red lights, I want more of these nights; Baby, I love you!'/><author><name>FIONA.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11993400949722340183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i150.photobucket.com/albums/s108/neckandchains/EMOTIONS.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6793428.post-116196050523212690</id><published>2006-10-27T22:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-27T22:48:25.823+08:00</updated><title type='text'>you don't really wanna mess with me tonight</title><content type='html'>&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash"  src="http://stat.radioblogclub.com/radio.blog/skins/mini/player.swf" allowScriptAccess="always" width="180px" height="23px"  bgcolor="#ECECEC"  id="radioblog_player_0"  FlashVars="id=0&amp;status=maximize&amp;filepath=http://punk-station.ifrance.com/sounds/09 - Pink - U And Ur Hand .mp3.swf&amp;colors=body:#ECECEC;border:#BBBBBB;button:#999999;player_text:#999999;playlist_text:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;U And Ur Hand - Pink&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uh uh uh uh uh uh uh oh &lt;br /&gt;Uh uh uh uh uh uh uh oh &lt;br /&gt;Check it out, going out &lt;br /&gt;On the late night &lt;br /&gt;Looking tight, feeling nice &lt;br /&gt;It's a cock fight &lt;br /&gt;I can tell, I just know &lt;br /&gt;That it's going down, tonight &lt;br /&gt;At the door we don't wait cause we know them &lt;br /&gt;At the bar six shots just beginning &lt;br /&gt;That's when Dick put his hands on me &lt;br /&gt;But you see &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not here for your entertainment &lt;br /&gt;You don't really want to mess with me tonight &lt;br /&gt;Just stop and take a second &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I was fine before you walked into my life &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause you know it's over &lt;br /&gt;Before it began &lt;br /&gt;Keep your drink just give me the money &lt;br /&gt;It's just you and your hand tonight &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uh uh uh uh uh uh uh oh &lt;br /&gt;Uh uh uh uh uh uh uh oh &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Midnight &lt;br /&gt;I'm drunk &lt;br /&gt;I don't give a fuck &lt;br /&gt;Wanna dance by myself &lt;br /&gt;Guess you're outta luck &lt;br /&gt;Don't touch, back up &lt;br /&gt;I'm not the one, Alright &lt;br /&gt;Listen up it's just not happening &lt;br /&gt;You can say what you want to your boyfriends &lt;br /&gt;Just let me have my fun tonight &lt;br /&gt;I..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not here for your entertainment &lt;br /&gt;You don't really want to mess with me tonight &lt;br /&gt;Just stop and take a second &lt;br /&gt;I was fine before you walked into my life &lt;br /&gt;Cause you know it's over &lt;br /&gt;Before it began &lt;br /&gt;Keep your drink just give me the money &lt;br /&gt;It's just you and your hand tonight &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uh uh uh uh uh uh uh oh &lt;br /&gt;Break break &lt;br /&gt;Break it down &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the corner with your boys you bet up five bucks &lt;br /&gt;To get at the girl that just walked in&lt;br /&gt;But she thinks you suck &lt;br /&gt;We didn't get all dressed up just for you to see &lt;br /&gt;So quit spilling your drinks on me, yeah &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know who you are &lt;br /&gt;High fivin, talkin shit&lt;br /&gt;But you're going home alone aren't ya? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause I'm not here for your entertainment &lt;br /&gt;You don't really want to mess with me tonight &lt;br /&gt;Just stop and take a second &lt;br /&gt;I was fine before you walked into my life &lt;br /&gt;Cause you know it's over &lt;br /&gt;Before it began &lt;br /&gt;Keep your drink just give me the money &lt;br /&gt;It's just you and your hand tonight &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not here for your entertainment &lt;br /&gt;You don't really want to mess with me tonight &lt;br /&gt;Just stop and take a second &lt;br /&gt;Just take a second &lt;br /&gt;I was fine before you walked into my life &lt;br /&gt;Cause you know it's over &lt;br /&gt;Before it began &lt;br /&gt;Keep your drink just give me the money &lt;br /&gt;It's just you and your hand tonight &lt;br /&gt;Yeah oh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes I just wonder, if Life (YEAH, &lt;strong&gt;NOT&lt;/strong&gt; GOD) is playing us like toys? trying to experiment on our reactions towards incidents and all. sometimes I just feel that Life is mocking me when I'm feeling depressed over something. after that, it relieves my pain by allowing my minor prayers to be answered. I think life is still laughing at me. &lt;em&gt;I feel so dumb now aight.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah, he finally spoke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; I think if I didnt ask the question whether he was dead, he wouldn't have taken the initiative to do so. I know he loves to retaliate such comments. I guess I was trying to attract his attention back then. he told me to cheer up and all and told me not to be so stressed up over my work. I guess it worked, yeah, but it didn't seem sincere. you would be reading this and will go like, &lt;em&gt;"since he's already talked to you, what else do you want??"&lt;/em&gt; I know it sounded like that, but you will never know how I feel. I know from his words whether he really wanted to talk to me or not. I don't know, I may have misunderstood him, but that's from what I had known about him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my theory might really be wrong this time;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; I wish that it's wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I LOVE RYUZAKI! &lt;3&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; I'm dying to Cosplay as him. I'm waiting for my hair to grow, &amp; all I lack now is a white baggy long-sleeved top. Cosplaying will cost me $12 for the tickets. whoo. yeah the manga is driving me mad aight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the Shinigami calls Raito, &lt;em&gt;"KUKU!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahahhaha I just find this really funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah I sound happy now.&lt;br /&gt;how I wish I have a harder heart to begin with.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6793428-116196050523212690?l=cirquedufallacieux.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cirquedufallacieux.blogspot.com/feeds/116196050523212690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6793428&amp;postID=116196050523212690&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6793428/posts/default/116196050523212690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6793428/posts/default/116196050523212690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cirquedufallacieux.blogspot.com/2006/10/you-dont-really-wanna-mess-with-me.html' title='you don&apos;t really wanna mess with me tonight'/><author><name>FIONA.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11993400949722340183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i150.photobucket.com/albums/s108/neckandchains/EMOTIONS.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6793428.post-116187234047830442</id><published>2006-10-26T21:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-26T22:19:00.703+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm not here for your entertainment</title><content type='html'>when you feel like your world's turning upside down and everything is falling; everything isn't what it used to be. you will somehow find comfort in something, but it doesnt last long; after the laughter and all, your world returns back to its chaotic situation. that's the way to describe my feelings right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;schedule's packed for November. Daddy's complaining that I'm busier than him. I could see he's disappointed as we might not be able to go on a holiday trip again just because of my busy schedule. -pouts-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;visited Dalton and Chew at Seyu today. lunched there. some chicken chop with pepper sauce thing. haha. you will never know how funny it is when these two people serve the customers, especially Chew. he can actually adjust his jeans right in front of the customers while they were looking through the menu lah! Lol :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&amp; Chew mops the floor like the America's Next Top Model.&lt;/strong&gt; wooot. hahaha. seriously. he just has to pose in whatever he does; even walking, mopping, standing in the lift etc. HAHA. &lt;em&gt;keep it up, sexy. &lt;/em&gt;oh oh oh, did I mention he's better than me in Sudoku?? like omg can. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to Plaza Singapura's comics connection to look for my desired &lt;strong&gt;Death Note notebook.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;BUT THEY'RE ALL SOLD OUT!! &lt;/strong&gt;all of the branches even! oh gosh, and the re-stocking is like next week, which is the earliest. that means I may have to wait for more than one week. ahhh, the temptation, the desire.. &lt;strong&gt;&amp; I saw this Death Note tie.&lt;/strong&gt; WOAH, cool can? hahaha. not really nice to put on though, but it's nice for a collection! haha. I'm still considering about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to come up with a shopping list soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm not here for your entertainment&lt;br /&gt;You don't really wanna mess with me tonight&lt;br /&gt;Just stop and take a second&lt;br /&gt;I was fine before you walked into my life&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just wasting my time on you, yes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes,&lt;br /&gt;I just think that I'm better off alone.&lt;br /&gt;I work better that way.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6793428-116187234047830442?l=cirquedufallacieux.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cirquedufallacieux.blogspot.com/feeds/116187234047830442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6793428&amp;postID=116187234047830442&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6793428/posts/default/116187234047830442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6793428/posts/default/116187234047830442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cirquedufallacieux.blogspot.com/2006/10/im-not-here-for-your-entertainment.html' title='I&apos;m not here for your entertainment'/><author><name>FIONA.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11993400949722340183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i150.photobucket.com/albums/s108/neckandchains/EMOTIONS.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6793428.post-116178530718219336</id><published>2006-10-25T22:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-25T23:00:32.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'>say it right, say it all</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;selfish&lt;/strong&gt; [sel-fish] – &lt;em&gt;adjective&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. devoted to or caring only for oneself; concerned primarily with one's own interests, benefits, welfare, etc., regardless of others.  &lt;br /&gt;2. characterized by or manifesting concern or care only for oneself &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't understand why do you have to act so nice in front of me. yeah before I talked to Shimin, I said Hi to you and you smiled back with a reply. why did you do that when you dislike me so damn much? why? are you too fake to show who you really are? I pity you for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;let's get this straight:&lt;/strong&gt; I do not have a grudge against you. &lt;strong&gt;it's you&lt;/strong&gt;, who has one fucking big grudge against me, that you went to the extreme and actually hurt someone. what's wrong with letting me know about you disliking me? did you do anything wrong? or are you just afraid that I would backstab you? if you were so concerned about this from the start, why should you have the negaive thoughts about me in your mind? hey girl, I don't know what you are thinking. even the people around you don't even know what you're thinking; even your closest friends. you are so fake, and you keep acting in front of almost everybody you meet. why are you doing this? &lt;em&gt;aren't you tired?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dal didn't betray your trust, pal. yes, I say, &lt;strong&gt;he didn't.&lt;/strong&gt; it's up to you to believe that. I just think that the words you used were too harsh. ever since our quarrelling incident in Sec 1, I've already let it go. but just what's wrong with you? if you would like to carry on with such a miserable life, I say go for it. I tried to pass the message to you saying I would like to clear the misunderstanding. I thought you would understand and we could talk things out. but what did I get? &lt;strong&gt;nothing.&lt;/strong&gt; but Dalton got hurt because of it. are you trying to make me feel fucking bad? well yeah you've achieved your big goal. &lt;em&gt;congratulations.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do you know how it feels to see your good friend feeling so hurt right in front of you that it makes you wanna cry as well? I think you don't, because you didn't even filter your words before throwing them at him. &lt;strong&gt;next time, PLEASE DO. &lt;/strong&gt;your brain isn't there to rot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't want to do this.&lt;br /&gt;I just couldn't take it.&lt;br /&gt;You made me do this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;your actions are just PLAN SELFISH.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can't you see what you've done?&lt;br /&gt;you've hurt someone who treasured you so much, and I bet you were not even sincere to him at all since the beginning. who can trust you now? even if there are, they will &lt;em&gt;never &lt;/em&gt;last long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what do you want?&lt;br /&gt;just what do you want?&lt;br /&gt;I just don't get why you do have to be so extreme.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;these words are your reflection, and I think you should do a soul-searching upon yourself and find out all of your flaws. if you take the words above as nothing but insults, I have nothing to say to you, &lt;em&gt;anymore&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've said enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; Selamat Hari Raya Adilfitri, Natasha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6793428-116178530718219336?l=cirquedufallacieux.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cirquedufallacieux.blogspot.com/feeds/116178530718219336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6793428&amp;postID=116178530718219336&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6793428/posts/default/116178530718219336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6793428/posts/default/116178530718219336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cirquedufallacieux.blogspot.com/2006/10/say-it-right-say-it-all.html' title='say it right, say it all'/><author><name>FIONA.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11993400949722340183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i150.photobucket.com/albums/s108/neckandchains/EMOTIONS.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6793428.post-116166847789294328</id><published>2006-10-25T16:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-25T18:10:52.933+08:00</updated><title type='text'>everything is f'ed up straight from the heart, tell me what do you do when it all falls apart?</title><content type='html'>this is our story.&lt;br /&gt;well, not so detailed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;March, 2005.&lt;/strong&gt; you started to console me over the issue of my depression over Daryl. you were so nice, warm and all, listening to all of my troubles. you gave me a nice feeling whenever I'm talking to you over the net. then somehow, I began to like you bit by bit as the time passed. then there was the time when you and Richie had some conflict and a hoo-haa came about. you were so cold then that I couldn't talk to you, and it worried me so much. however, you cooled down soon enough &amp; the conflict was solved. during this period, yeah, we communicated a lot. &amp; then it was your birthday, when Sharon and I tagged along with you and Richie out to town. we sure had some fun. you gave all of us a treat at BK, I tricked Richie with the sauces, you said that cleaner was checking you out (Lol), yeah fun was what we had that night out. during then, I wanted, and wished that day would repeat itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You might think &lt;br /&gt;I don't look &lt;br /&gt;But deep inside&lt;br /&gt;In the corner of my mind &lt;br /&gt;I'm attached to you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;April, 2005.&lt;/strong&gt; we got closer as we continued to communicate. our communication was a non-stop kind of SMS-ing and all. like, when one of us happened to fall asleep before the message came, we would reply the message the next morning and we'll start all over again. we would still communicate with our phones even during curriculum. then it came to my birthday, the day I turned 14. I wished you were right there at my party as I thought it would be a good birthday present. you weren't. however, I received something as good as that, even though it is just an SMS. you gave a kind of confession over the texts and you sounded so really sweet; you didn't even stop after midnight. I remember how happy I was during my birthday party that night; smiling throughout the day even though I was already tired. I felt really glad then. one day, you said you initially wanted a relationship but you're afraid that you'll be the one ending it. therefore, we just stayed at that stage of dating and didn't go any further. since then, you've started to walk me to my bus-stop almost everyday after school. yeah, although it was a short walk but we always had a good laugh on the way there. I guess guys are all the same; they behave differently when their friends are not around. you are so sweet and cute in front of me, but you just pretend not to notice me in front of your friends. yeah and we thought it was funny then. &lt;em&gt;Miss me cos I miss you too.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm weak, it's true&lt;br /&gt;Cos I'm afraid of the answer&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;May, 2005.&lt;/strong&gt; you promised me that we'll enjoy ourselves after the Mid-year examinations. but that didn't some at all. just after the exams were done, we were already through. you told me you still liked the girl you did when you were Sec 3. you said that you had did a soul-search upon yourself and found out that you needed someone at that point of time, and that's me. so hurt, I was. but I asked you a question; did you ever loved me then? when you said yes, I doubted you for a moment, but still I believed, and I still do. &amp; yeah since then we were back to square one, being friends once more.&lt;br /&gt;&amp; &lt;strong&gt;you &lt;/strong&gt;chose our theme song; &lt;em&gt;True - Ryan Cabrera.&lt;/em&gt; I bet you don't even have the slighest impression of it, when it meant so much to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I've waited all my life&lt;br /&gt;To cross this line &lt;br /&gt;To the only thing that's true &lt;br /&gt;So I will not hide &lt;br /&gt;It's time to try&lt;br /&gt;Anything to be with you &lt;br /&gt;All my life I've waited &lt;br /&gt;This is true&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2006.&lt;/strong&gt; we've been communicating like good friends and all. hung out once or twice in a group. I remember that dumb arcade game that Joanne, you and I played like crazy at the Singapore Poly Graduates' Guild. yeah we had a good laugh.&lt;br /&gt;Even after I had a boyfriend (and broke up) after our relationship, you're just there at the back of my mind. I always thought about things that make me feel so stupid. things like whether we could be together again, things like what are you thinking, things like if you still have any feelings for me. these thoughts filled my mind nowadays as long as I had too much time to think. I had been trying to occupy myself these days to distract me, but there is always at least an hour for me to do nothing but think about things. at such times, I only think about these thoughts other than Eelin. I thought about going on with life, but another part of me just nudges and seems to say "Why not giving it a try?". then, the other part will fight back with "What about rejection?". so and so. I've been sleeping all of them off, but they would still come back somehow.&lt;br /&gt;then it came. recently, you had been dead and all. not responding to me. I hate to do it, but I jumped into conclusions. thinking that you were avoiding me, thinking that you know something, thinking that maybe you're busy. then I asked myself, "For what is he doing that? How do you know?" yeah and the fight within me starts all over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I feel so stupid.&lt;/strong&gt; Maybe I am, because I am thinking about stupid things that shouldn't even be thought about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just want to say something;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Miss You, Dixie.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6793428-116166847789294328?l=cirquedufallacieux.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cirquedufallacieux.blogspot.com/feeds/116166847789294328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6793428&amp;postID=116166847789294328&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6793428/posts/default/116166847789294328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6793428/posts/default/116166847789294328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cirquedufallacieux.blogspot.com/2006/10/everything-is-fed-up-straight-from.html' title='everything is f&apos;ed up straight from the heart, tell me what do you do when it all falls apart?'/><author><name>FIONA.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11993400949722340183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i150.photobucket.com/albums/s108/neckandchains/EMOTIONS.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6793428.post-116153060274786434</id><published>2006-10-22T22:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-22T23:23:23.256+08:00</updated><title type='text'>and so the story goes, di da di</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;how do you define a dumb dream you had?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we define such dreams where we did something dumb in the dream, or something dumb happened to us. mine wasn't any of these two. yet, it felt dumb to me; it was like the&lt;em&gt; dumbest &lt;/em&gt;dream I had ever dreamed currently. &amp; it's frustrating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I actually dreamt that Dixie blogged our photo along with the caption, &lt;b&gt;"yeah and I'm beginning to miss this girl =)"&lt;/b&gt; yeah, it's THAT detailed. &amp; YEAH, IT'S THAT DUMB &amp; FRUSTRATING. when I woke up, I was really like, &lt;strong&gt;"Ah. Fuck that dream."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's so funny, how the mind works.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hurt my left shoulder during Yoga class today. I was doing this forward arm rotation. goodness, &lt;strong&gt;it felt like it was dislocated and then going back to place.&lt;/strong&gt; I don't know how to put it. it's neither painful nor aching. it's like, I was numb for like 2 seconds there, clutching my shoulder. Erica, my teacher, came over and was like, &lt;em&gt;"Fiona? Are you okay? What happened?"&lt;/em&gt; &amp; that Melissa, next to me, was like staring at me. it was really comical, but scary at the same time. oh man. the feeling is like, &lt;em&gt;WOAH what the hell happened?? &lt;/em&gt;Ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now I feel the so-called 'pain' whenever I stretch my upper left arm or shoulder. the 'pain' is the 'pain' I felt when that thing happened. ouch. it's unexplainable. ahh, if only there were more vocabulary! :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mummy's bringing me to the doctor's tomorrow. no school tomorrow. tralala. actually there &lt;strong&gt;is&lt;/strong&gt;, but, yeah. you know what I mean. Ahahhah. this would be my very first time doing this. woah.&lt;br /&gt;-winks-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;downloaded till the 46th chapter of the &lt;strong&gt;Death Note Manga &lt;/strong&gt;series. like, woah! there are&lt;strong&gt; 108 &lt;/strong&gt;chapters for me to download; there are at least 17 files to download per chapter! so yeah I felt lazy so I downloaded till 46. the others, I shall read over the net. they have Akazukin Chacha and Bleach too! &amp; yeah, Bleach is worse; &lt;strong&gt;246 &lt;/strong&gt;chpaters! -faints-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember myself when I was still in my Primary school years, I watched &lt;strong&gt;Akazukin Chacha&lt;/strong&gt;'s anime every morning while waiting for my dad to get ready to bring us to school. I forgot the channel. it's either Cartoon Network or Kids Central. Lol. it's a really cute show! I still love it! Heh :D I miss my childhood; all the huge Laser Discs which contained all my &lt;strong&gt;Power Rangers &lt;/strong&gt;and &lt;strong&gt;The Land Before Time&lt;/strong&gt; episodes. oh, &amp; along with Jacky Cheung karaoke videos. hahah! :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;interested for the manga?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://mangarun.com/" target="_blank"&gt;http://www.mangarun.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Am I right to conclude you don't care anymore?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ILY.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6793428-116153060274786434?l=cirquedufallacieux.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cirquedufallacieux.blogspot.com/feeds/116153060274786434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6793428&amp;postID=116153060274786434&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6793428/posts/default/116153060274786434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6793428/posts/default/116153060274786434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cirquedufallacieux.blogspot.com/2006/10/and-so-story-goes-di-da-di.html' title='and so the story goes, di da di'/><author><name>FIONA.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11993400949722340183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i150.photobucket.com/albums/s108/neckandchains/EMOTIONS.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6793428.post-116136284672302779</id><published>2006-10-21T00:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-21T23:09:56.520+08:00</updated><title type='text'>truth is, I never got over you</title><content type='html'>went down to&lt;strong&gt; SMU &lt;/strong&gt;to start practicing the dance for the Prom night. &lt;em&gt;whoo!&lt;/em&gt; the feeling today was like, yeah, whoo. it's been long since I've grooved to music. yeah I took quite a&lt;em&gt; long nap &lt;/em&gt;due to exams, along with Sue and Darren's commitment to their studies and Run with his &lt;strong&gt;Dancefloor&lt;/strong&gt; auditions. oh by the way, he made it through the auditions with his sister, doing a &lt;em&gt;Bollywood&lt;/em&gt; item :] this time's routine has tiring moves, which is good. Haha. it helps to work me out too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sue just texted me saying we need to re-do the videos. &lt;strong&gt;GAH.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that Dalton is such an &lt;strong&gt;idiot. &lt;/strong&gt;hahah. he can actually play his computer game until he totally forgot that he was talking to Natasha online on MSN. &amp; he was grumbling to me how dumb he was just now. awww. anyway, everything he does is &lt;em&gt;dumb&lt;/em&gt; :X Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY SWEET SIXTEEN, &lt;strong&gt;DARYL TAN YEW WEN!&lt;/strong&gt; :D&lt;br /&gt;grow up, and &lt;strong&gt;stop slouching &lt;/strong&gt;kay! Ahahha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;absence makes the heart grow fonder? I don't think so. you're beginning to fade away. you're like, dead. where are you? what are you doing? I don't know. if you are meant to be faded from my mind, please do, &amp; fast. WTH am I talking about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm just dying to speak to you :(&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe something else will do.&lt;br /&gt;I realised how precious time is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6793428-116136284672302779?l=cirquedufallacieux.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cirquedufallacieux.blogspot.com/feeds/116136284672302779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6793428&amp;postID=116136284672302779&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6793428/posts/default/116136284672302779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6793428/posts/default/116136284672302779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cirquedufallacieux.blogspot.com/2006/10/truth-is-i-never-got-over-you.html' title='truth is, I never got over you'/><author><name>FIONA.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11993400949722340183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i150.photobucket.com/albums/s108/neckandchains/EMOTIONS.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6793428.post-116125711286909473</id><published>2006-10-19T18:31:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-19T19:25:12.910+08:00</updated><title type='text'>these are the days that I've been missing</title><content type='html'>there were piles and piles of dead brown leaves along the pathway outside the condominium. suddenly, when I was walking down the pathway back home, I thought about &lt;em&gt;the Furbolls &lt;/em&gt;(DON'T ASK ME ABOUT THE NAME). Ahhahaha, yeah I thought about the good old days we used to have back in the primary school days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was always the four of us; &lt;strong&gt;Farhana&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;Nadia&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;Dhiya&lt;/strong&gt;, and &lt;strong&gt;me&lt;/strong&gt;. haha, yeah we are &lt;strong&gt;the Furbolls &lt;/strong&gt;(&amp; IT WAS FARHANA WHO CHOSE THE NAME). yes, as you might have noticed, they're all non-Chinese and I'm the only one. I felt so much happier with them. when I was sorta isolated, from my so-called ex-&lt;em&gt;best&lt;/em&gt;-friend and her new clique back then, I joined them for some class project and we started hanging out since then. I just cannot describe how much happier I was back then with them. though we had some conflicts now and then, but they were all minor matters. I felt so restricted whenever I was with my all-Chinese clique because I was there witnessing all the backstabbing and stuff; horrible. on the other hand, I felt more free with Farhana and friends because they're just so open about amost anything. we joke about anything and everything, we did homework together, yeah and all that jazz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we invented some games to entertain ourselves during after school hours like &lt;em&gt;Comedian&lt;/em&gt;, and a so-called game which is something like &lt;em&gt;Let's-see-who-steps-on-the-most-crunchiest-dead-leaves&lt;/em&gt;. hahaha, yeah that's why for the starting of dead brown leaves along the pathway. sure enough I was stepping on crunchy leaves, as I was thinking about those times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jeslyn &lt;/strong&gt;used to be my best-friend in primary school, since primary 3. we were prefects back then, and yeah. we were just those kind like &lt;em&gt;two-girl-clique&lt;/em&gt; thing. well, nothing good lasts long, so eventually things took a turn when we entered primary 5; the year we all got streamed into different classes, like how the secondary 3 did. &amp; yeah, we started to drift as she thought she had found another clique which is much cooler, just because they behave&lt;em&gt; more maturely&lt;/em&gt;. Ha, thinking about it, &lt;strong&gt;my FOOT.&lt;/strong&gt; you wanna know why they think they're mature? because... are you ready for this? &lt;strong&gt;okay, because, they &lt;em&gt;think&lt;/em&gt; knew about what SEX really is;&lt;/strong&gt; how to do it, how do the female and male private parts look like, and they act like as if the topic is nothing to them but deep inside they are just so damn curious and hungry for more. yeah, CHILDISH eh? so yeah, soon enough, the guys in that clique began to surf&lt;em&gt; porn &lt;/em&gt;sites. we were primary 6 then. like, wow can? primary 6 and you're surfing porn on the net already. and yeah, there was once I asked Jeslyn what were they discussing about that made them seem so excited and all. ya know what she said? she said, &lt;em&gt;"Oh, you don't need to know. You're not mature enough. -smiles-"&lt;/em&gt; thinking about it, I thhink I should have just told her to &lt;u&gt;GROW UP LAH!&lt;/u&gt; like seriously, when I think about it, I asked, &lt;em&gt;"Who's the immature one?"&lt;/em&gt; I don't blame them :] they were ignorant then; just trying to act mature, but they're so-not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeslyn seemed like she was &lt;strong&gt;the&lt;/strong&gt; best-friend, ya know? but yeah, I'm glad we split up back then. otherwise, I would be an&lt;em&gt; Ah-lian &lt;/em&gt;by now. -shudders-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; oh, what about the boys who surfed porn? yeah, the boys turned themselves in in the end because the school tracked down the porn sites and yeah. &lt;strong&gt;Integrity,&lt;/strong&gt; whoo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;speaking about Jeslyn makes me think about Eelin.&lt;br /&gt;&amp; I really don't want history to repeat itself.&lt;br /&gt;just why am I so uptight about my girlfriends? ah, now that's a good question, why? I don't know. I'm not those kind who will die without a friend by their side. it's like, what would you do &amp; how would you feel, if your best-friend (or you thought to be) starts to drift away from you because he/she found another person/clique to hang out with &amp; doesn't really care much about you? yeah, that feeling. difficult to put that in words but yeah, just like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah, Nadia used to be the tallest in the our clique back then. the very last time I met them, I was like the tallest.&lt;strong&gt; yes!&lt;/strong&gt; a head taller than all of them. haha :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss you girls,&lt;br /&gt;where are you now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;we pretend not to see each other.&lt;br /&gt;I did it for my reason,&lt;br /&gt;why did you do that for, may I ask?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm starting to miss the times when we laughed together, side by side. Damn everything. Awwwww! :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6793428-116125711286909473?l=cirquedufallacieux.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cirquedufallacieux.blogspot.com/feeds/116125711286909473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6793428&amp;postID=116125711286909473&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6793428/posts/default/116125711286909473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6793428/posts/default/116125711286909473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cirquedufallacieux.blogspot.com/2006/10/these-are-days-that-ive-been-missing_19.html' title='these are the days that I&apos;ve been missing'/><author><name>FIONA.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11993400949722340183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i150.photobucket.com/albums/s108/neckandchains/EMOTIONS.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6793428.post-116116123079660483</id><published>2006-10-18T16:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-18T16:47:11.053+08:00</updated><title type='text'>please don't take your time</title><content type='html'>I've got the soundtrack for &lt;strong&gt;My Lovely Samsoon&lt;/strong&gt;! :D&lt;br /&gt;I'm repeating &lt;em&gt;the few songs &lt;/em&gt;over and over again.&lt;br /&gt;They just fit the mood I'm in right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm being too emo recently. even Darrell asked me why I was having PMS today. Ha, I don't know. there's too much to take for now. I've got my Basic NCO course, Prom night dance practices, extra supplementary lessons in school, Yoga lessons (YA, GOT A PROBLEM?), &amp; the Aspire '07 song preparation, all lined up for me for the weeks to come and into the holidays as well. wow. adding on to my misery, I had been dwelling in unnecessary thoughts about Dixie and Eelin. I know I shouldn't be thinking about them but the thoughts just come naturally. I stoned in the toilet last night for like at least 15 minutes thinking about it. when I finally 'awoke', I was like, &lt;em&gt;how long have I sat there?&lt;/em&gt; it felt stupid; I felt stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all these emo feelings is making me &lt;strong&gt;sick.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just can't get out of it.&lt;br /&gt;Bertram told me about finding comfort in my other friends. Ha, sure enough, both Dal &amp; Ryan have a job and are working for the next few weeks.&lt;em&gt; aww.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a good point made by &lt;strong&gt;Sue:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;most secondary school students are very childish.&lt;/em&gt; childish in a way that when a girl hangs out with multiple guys, the girl is labelled as a flirt. Ha, how true. CTSS is even&lt;em&gt; worse&lt;/em&gt;; most of the females in this school are &lt;strong&gt;the POTS calling other kettles black&lt;/strong&gt;. I just laugh at the people who called me a flirt. oh yeah, no matter what, I still need to learn how to handle criticisms from Mummy :] she's like, so pro in it. even Darren says so. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there was this Financial Literacy workshop in school today. played this really interesting and fun game. Haha. my group didn't have enough &lt;strong&gt;Retirement Plan &lt;/strong&gt;cards during our second game, &amp; it was damn funny because we kept asking for 'refills' and the lady, Yihui, was like &lt;em&gt;"Aiyo, why you all keep &lt;b&gt;koping&lt;/b&gt; all my Retirement Plan cards??"&lt;/em&gt; Ahhahah. grouped with Darrell, Aaron and Zhengming (AH, &amp; SO YOU NOTICE I'M THE ONLY GIRL!). yeah, I did have fun today. Heh :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;that yellow ID band hung there at my communication device, I don't think you will realise that it belonged to you once. I don't think you will ever notice it; I don't even think you'd notice me at all.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;please tell me that I'm wrong, thinking this way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6793428-116116123079660483?l=cirquedufallacieux.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cirquedufallacieux.blogspot.com/feeds/116116123079660483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6793428&amp;postID=116116123079660483&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6793428/posts/default/116116123079660483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6793428/posts/default/116116123079660483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cirquedufallacieux.blogspot.com/2006/10/please-dont-take-your-time.html' title='please don&apos;t take your time'/><author><name>FIONA.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11993400949722340183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i150.photobucket.com/albums/s108/neckandchains/EMOTIONS.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6793428.post-116108233090876742</id><published>2006-10-17T18:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-17T18:58:15.613+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the little things that made me feel this way</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;if I'm not wrong, it is the last day of school for the graduating students today? I don't know, I read Jamesss' blog about him going to &lt;em&gt;sing the National Anthem for the last time today&lt;/em&gt;, I have that very strong feeling that it's true. I don't know why, so suddenly right after I read that post, I felt HORRIBLE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;visualise it, feeling horrible.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;feeling horrible because you think you feel that there's something you had not done, and you might never get the chance to do it really, very, soon.&lt;br /&gt;feeling horrible because you had not done something enough yet.&lt;br /&gt;feeling horrible because you had been pretending to be a cool-ster, taking and doing everything so slowly.&lt;br /&gt;feeling horrible because you never thought that this moment would arrive so quickly.&lt;br /&gt;feeling horrible because you fear that you might lose something that you held onto for so long.&lt;br /&gt;feeling horrible because you have so little time left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;feeling horrible because,&lt;br /&gt;it all just feel horrible to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it sounds like as if I'm dying or it's apocalypse. I don't know why am I feeling this and behaving this way. I'm just so afraid of losing Dixie; afraid of us not communicating after he graduates, afraid that he wouldn't care, afraid of the truth that he doesn't even give a damn about me. I sound like some desperate little girl and I feel horrible for that. I criticise girls like that, but why am I behaving like one now? Fwahhh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I feel horrible.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been longing to tell him everything.&lt;br /&gt;but there's just this thing that all homosapiens feel that prevents me from doing so; the fear of rejection, the fear of hearing the truth that he didn't care from the start, the fear of knowing that you had been wasting your time.&lt;br /&gt;it also has to do with his studies. I would never want to see someone I cherish dearly, struggling unnecessarily. I thought of appraoching him and all after his exams. but for now, my bubble is burst, for good. there's no way we could communicate as well as before. Fuck MSN. I would not see him again until the Prom night. &amp; during then there would be too many people around for me to talk to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;it just feels horrible.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah the cliche line people use:&lt;br /&gt;That someone does not have to be by your side even if you love that someone very dearly. Just as long as that someone is happy, be happy for that someone. Now that's love.&lt;br /&gt;it's true, but as you all know,&lt;br /&gt;it's all easier said than done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I feel so horrible.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dixie isn't a strummer.&lt;br /&gt;Nor is he a good singer.&lt;br /&gt;But I made an exception for him,&lt;br /&gt;just because I cherished him so dearly from the start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you can be the most handsome basketball player on the team, you can talk on MSN like &lt;em&gt;thissSss :) :) :) &lt;/em&gt;to me, you can be taller than 175cm, you can walk me to the bus-stop and make a fool out of yourself, you can cheer me up with just a smile from you, you can have any hairstyle that doesn't make you look bad in any way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;but there's only one Dixie Chua that I know.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;only one who makes me happy even if I was crying the second before, only one who has that really funny voice to tickle me, only one who has that smirk who makes me wanna pinch his face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;half of me doesn't want to speak.&lt;br /&gt;the other half urges me to speak.&lt;br /&gt;am I doing it right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because it all just feels so wrong now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;it all just feels so horrible.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6793428-116108233090876742?l=cirquedufallacieux.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cirquedufallacieux.blogspot.com/feeds/116108233090876742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6793428&amp;postID=116108233090876742&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6793428/posts/default/116108233090876742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6793428/posts/default/116108233090876742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cirquedufallacieux.blogspot.com/2006/10/little-things-that-made-me-feel-this.html' title='the little things that made me feel this way'/><author><name>FIONA.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11993400949722340183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i150.photobucket.com/albums/s108/neckandchains/EMOTIONS.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6793428.post-116107551612368574</id><published>2006-10-17T16:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-17T16:58:36.260+08:00</updated><title type='text'>just stop pressuring me, you make me wanna scream</title><content type='html'>that angsty feeling's here.&lt;br /&gt;I feel like a bitch today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Thou shalt bitch 'bout some stuff.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I have a very funny class.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if all of them feared being retained next year, why did they not study hard enough for the exams? why did they keep playing their&lt;em&gt; Magic &lt;/em&gt;or &lt;em&gt;Yu-Gi-Oh! &lt;/em&gt;card games? why are they slacking in class? why didn't they complete most of their assignments on time? it's all funny, but true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah and now they're all &lt;strong&gt;mourning &lt;/strong&gt;over their EOY results. all I hear everyday is, &lt;em&gt;"I don't wanna retain, I don't wanna retain~~" &lt;/em&gt;aww people, &lt;strong&gt;why cry over spilled milk? &lt;/strong&gt;not like as if you can reverse the time and re-do everything. in the beginning, you guys should have put it more effort. since it's already this way, accept ot. just buck up in the future and don't repeat the same mistakes again, be it you're retained or not. if you say, &lt;em&gt;"Retain la, retain la"&lt;/em&gt; and shake your head like it's a matter of fact, well it's so sorry to see this state. just pull up your &lt;s&gt;stinky&lt;/s&gt; fragrant socks! stop moaning about the results and start planning what to do in the future; you guys are just wasting your time dwelling upon this issue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that Aaron kept shooting me with words like, &lt;em&gt;"Aiyah you care for what, you pass everything la"&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;"You confirm promote already lah"&lt;/em&gt;, whenever I ask the other classmates about their results. What? I'm some arrogant smart-arse to you now? I'm trying to ask about their results and that's all, &lt;strong&gt;hello?&lt;/strong&gt; I was trying to be nice and try encouraging some of the classmates and you take it for granted like I'm some kinda show-off. fine, be that way if you want to. I want the class to do well together. I don't need the congratulations; I've got 60.6% and the 6th position in class, for the whole of second semester. what does that mean? I don't have to say it; it's really easy to infer from here. there's no doubt that our class is the most slack, and worst class in academic &lt;em&gt;and&lt;/em&gt; behaviour-wise as well. everyone thinks that they're their own King/Queen of the class. whatever. this is hopeless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah well.&lt;br /&gt;I know you're gonna ask me to shut up.&lt;br /&gt;I've bitched enough, though there's still &lt;em&gt;more&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-ZIP-&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah, &lt;strong&gt;Wenjie.&lt;/strong&gt; since you like someone, just admit it. not like as if you would die if I knew about it right? like, literally, almost everyone knows about it. everytime, whenever the girls tease you about it, or whenever you draw his name all over your limbs, it just makes me &lt;em&gt;laugh-out-loud&lt;/em&gt;, frankly speaking. hey girl FYI, I don't have cock-ear or cock-eye. don't, and &lt;strong&gt;stop&lt;/strong&gt;, giving me those big-eyed stares of yours; they're really &lt;em&gt;scary&lt;/em&gt;. I saw you looking at me when the girls teased you about him today. what did you expect me to do? stare back at you and ask you to give up? or something else more dramatic? Haha, I'll just laugh it off. I laughed when I saw you looking over at me. I guess you still like this good old &lt;em&gt;I'm-shy-and-I-love-you&lt;/em&gt; game like the girls used to play? haha, have fun :] come on girl, just be a little bolder, say you like Dixie, alright? oh no no, not that. say you&lt;strong&gt; LOVE &lt;/strong&gt;him, kay? naww, I won't be jealous; I would be there enjoying the show you'll be putting up ;] I know what happened to Bert so I might imagine that scene happening to Dixie. Ahhh, I sound really crazy, but yeah it would be interesting. oh, about you sending me SMSes from nowhere and for nothing? what are you trying to do, or hint me? Mmmm. you just.. scare me. &amp; it's not in the horror way. this isn't working for you, no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a funny class, with funny classmates.&lt;br /&gt;okay, some crazy and irritating ones too.&lt;br /&gt;My life is so interesting in school already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a&lt;strong&gt; super dramatic&lt;/strong&gt; life.&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't stand it at times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; yeah.&lt;br /&gt;Just like &lt;strong&gt;that.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6793428-116107551612368574?l=cirquedufallacieux.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cirquedufallacieux.blogspot.com/feeds/116107551612368574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6793428&amp;postID=116107551612368574&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6793428/posts/default/116107551612368574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6793428/posts/default/116107551612368574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cirquedufallacieux.blogspot.com/2006/10/just-stop-pressuring-me-you-make-me.html' title='just stop pressuring me, you make me wanna scream'/><author><name>FIONA.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11993400949722340183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i150.photobucket.com/albums/s108/neckandchains/EMOTIONS.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6793428.post-116098785459584858</id><published>2006-10-16T16:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-16T16:37:34.706+08:00</updated><title type='text'>when will you come home, when will you be mine?</title><content type='html'>BWAHHHH.&lt;br /&gt;some &lt;strong&gt;gay &lt;/strong&gt;hairdresser screwed by hair. -cries-&lt;br /&gt;now the top and bottom of my hair is so uneven.&lt;br /&gt;-puik- i need a hairband or wax to cover it up.&lt;br /&gt;SH*TZ IT. I'LL STICK TO&lt;strong&gt; CALEB &lt;/strong&gt;FROM NOW ON. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rented a few DVDs to watch over this week. haha. Take The Lead, V for Vendetta, The Exorcism of Emily Rose and Bring It On; All or Nothing. whoo :) oh yeah there's also Ryan's Moulin Rouge. hahaha. wow. gotta watch the rented ones by this Sunday so yeah. heh :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got back EOY results today. -eyes widen-&lt;br /&gt;failed my Combined Humanities and Physics as expected. got 88 for E-Math, 70 for A-Math, 58 for English, 56 for Chinese, 64 for Chemistry, 20 out of 50 for Geography, 25 out of 50 for Social Studies, and 36.5 for Physics. RAWR!! Humanities marks will be moderated to 50 if we got 47 to 49. &amp; what? I've got a &lt;em&gt;freaking&lt;/em&gt; 45. &lt;strong&gt;45!&lt;/strong&gt; oh man this is killing me. those marks are the marks for the SA2, which means the overall marks are not released yet. &lt;em&gt;yeah, I'm crossing my god-damned fingers for that. &lt;/em&gt;-shuts eyes-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah, watched&lt;strong&gt; Death Note &lt;/strong&gt;two days ago with Dal and Ryan. IT'S SOOO COOL CAN :D yeah there was a nickname Kira in the show and there's one part of the show which said&lt;em&gt; "Freedom!" &lt;/em&gt;Ahhhahahaha, I tell you, Dal was like, stunned. haha. Gundam &lt;strong&gt;Gundam&lt;/strong&gt; Gundam. Lol. and and and! I LOVE RYUZAKI. I LOVE RYUZAKI. I LOVE RYUZAKI. I LOVE RYUZAKI. I LOVE RYUZAKI. I LOVE RYUZAKI. I LOVE RYUZAKI. I LOVE RYUZAKI. I LOVE RYUZAKI. I LOVE RYUZAKI! :D heehee. I rate the show 5 out of 5 kay. it's a two-hour show,&lt;em&gt; and it's worth your money.&lt;/em&gt; go check it out :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's a confirm for the Prom.&lt;br /&gt;ohhh mann, &lt;strong&gt;DANCE!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha, ciao :]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6793428-116098785459584858?l=cirquedufallacieux.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cirquedufallacieux.blogspot.com/feeds/116098785459584858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6793428&amp;postID=116098785459584858&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6793428/posts/default/116098785459584858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6793428/posts/default/116098785459584858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cirquedufallacieux.blogspot.com/2006/10/when-will-you-come-home-when-will-you.html' title='when will you come home, when will you be mine?'/><author><name>FIONA.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11993400949722340183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i150.photobucket.com/albums/s108/neckandchains/EMOTIONS.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6793428.post-116074741037285399</id><published>2006-10-13T21:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-13T21:50:10.413+08:00</updated><title type='text'>we ride slow, we doing things that the girls don't do</title><content type='html'>headed to school early in the morning and arrived at 9:37AM when the Cyber Wellness meeting's supposed to start at 10:00AM. Ahhah. so yeah sat there at the umbrella area. was smsing Bryan then. when I looked around, guess what, I saw &lt;strong&gt;Chew&lt;/strong&gt;! haha. yah Benjamin Chew. he was late for his bridging course for like, &lt;em&gt;two freaking periods &lt;/em&gt;lah. Lol. so we were chatting while he waited for the change of periods so he could sneak in. however, a call came, and he was told that the next period was already on. then he was like, &lt;em&gt;"HUH? Wahh, liao eh liao."&lt;/em&gt; LOL. yeah after that he was like, &lt;em&gt;"Uh, I got to go, bye!" &lt;/em&gt;then he was like&lt;strong&gt; runningggggg &lt;/strong&gt;for the Container. Ahhahah. funny little guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after the meeting, headed to Ryan's house; to see &lt;strong&gt;Cleo&lt;/strong&gt;! his new kitten. awww she's just sooo damn cute okay! :D however, she is one scratchy, playful, naughty, and hyper little imp.&lt;em&gt; she's little, and an imp.&lt;/em&gt; HAHA (sorry Jamesss). yeah. and and and !! she slept on my lap! awwwww :] SEE:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b364/fionaax/CLEO.jpg"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she's so puny :]&lt;br /&gt;&amp; that's &lt;strong&gt;Dalton&lt;/strong&gt; the mer-male. HA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oooh yeah, check out Gan and Ryan's asses while they're gaming. ROFLMAO. one's taken by me while the other by Dal. ahhhhah, the sight of them being like this just made Dal roll on the floor, having a fit of laughter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b364/fionaax/RYANGAN.jpg"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AHHAHHA :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;uh huh, uh huh, I bought this today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b364/fionaax/BILLABONG.jpg"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah :] that's all for today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;33&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6793428-116074741037285399?l=cirquedufallacieux.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cirquedufallacieux.blogspot.com/feeds/116074741037285399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6793428&amp;postID=116074741037285399&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6793428/posts/default/116074741037285399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6793428/posts/default/116074741037285399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cirquedufallacieux.blogspot.com/2006/10/we-ride-slow-we-doing-things-that.html' title='we ride slow, we doing things that the girls don&apos;t do'/><author><name>FIONA.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11993400949722340183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i150.photobucket.com/albums/s108/neckandchains/EMOTIONS.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6793428.post-116058562411524891</id><published>2006-10-12T00:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-12T00:53:51.186+08:00</updated><title type='text'>life is a one-way trip</title><content type='html'>Life is a one-way trip.&lt;br /&gt;Live it to the fullest,&lt;br /&gt;Even if it is your last day.&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;em&gt;Wait 'Til You're Older&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;we're weak; we're strong.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today was all sorta well. out with Ryan for the first half of the say. I bought two tops from Star Harvest, a new set of Philips headphones with five different colour-casings, some cheapo handphone pouch [ha, long story], and yeah earrings :] watched &lt;strong&gt;Stay Alive.&lt;/strong&gt; yeah good show; rate it 4 out of 5. Countess, blood, spooky house, self-playing game. Ahhah just to scare the shit out of us. yeah, Dalton joined us and dined at NYDC, then came over to my house for&lt;strong&gt; tiramisu.&lt;/strong&gt; yeah, I beat the cream for the tiramisu kay. Ha. yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;somehow, everything seemed &lt;strong&gt;contradicting &lt;/strong&gt;and untrue.&lt;br /&gt;I dont know who to trust, who to talk to, who to smile sincerely at. Mum says, &lt;em&gt;"Have gratitude to everything and everyone even if they treat me badly." &lt;/em&gt;yeah, I'm trying to do that Mum, but it's hard. she says, &lt;em&gt;"Yes, it's hard I know. I'm going through it now too. Don't let it get into your head. Control, get it out." &lt;/em&gt;yeah okay, I nodded. but, it's just too hard for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I know you're a hypocrite;&lt;/strong&gt; it's just so obvious you dislike me so much, but &lt;strong&gt;WHY do you have to act so nicely in front of me? &lt;/strong&gt;Why? be yourself, will ya? show me the&lt;em&gt; attitude&lt;/em&gt;, so I would stay away from you. don't come giving me, &lt;em&gt;"Hey Fiona!" &lt;/em&gt;or *fake smiles* or whatever shit, alright. it makes you look so fake and &lt;u&gt;pathetic&lt;/u&gt;. are you trying to get into my good books, or just trying to act oh-so friendly so you could get more friends and backstab me? oh yeah go ahead, do it; you're doing it all, &lt;em&gt;real good&lt;/em&gt;, babe. fuck it. yeah fuck it all. you can have anything you want, yeah. you think the whole world revolves around you, yeah. go on with it. I'm not gonna preach; I would be wasting my time just to preach for you. yeah, I know you won't even give a damn about it girl. you won't give a damn about anything. &lt;em&gt;you just take EVERYTHING, even the people who love and care for you, for granted.&lt;/em&gt; oh yeah, you ask me, who? ask yourself alright. you've got something to say to me? oh, don't go bitching around to your girls alright; come straight to my face and say it. if you'd still like to do that, well I'll say go ahead then. only &lt;em&gt;cowards &lt;/em&gt;do that, so the word would be spread around by other people so when it reaches my ears, I won't know it's you. hey girl, you know, somehow, there's always something so coincidental that it made the truth known to me. so yeah, it doesn't work for long. go on and bear the grudge. I have no grudge against you; &lt;strong&gt;you're the one &lt;/strong&gt;who has a grudge against me. it doesn't affect me; it affects the people around me. you can't bear to see your friends stuck in a dilemma, right? yeah, we quarreled, we sweared at each other. &lt;u&gt;YOU&lt;/u&gt; apologised and you sounded so sincere; I'd let it go. well, it seems to me you had been carrying the hatred with you for all these years. for now, I guess I know one of the reasons of what happened to all my girlfriends; yeah it was all thanks to you, babe. yeah, babe. count yourself lucky, I'm calling you, a BABE, &lt;em&gt;&amp; not a BITCH&lt;/em&gt;. if you can't let go of the past and move on, so be it. God bless you for living such a miserable life yeah, I pity you. oh, one more thing. &lt;strong&gt;TREASURE whatever you have now before it's gone forever; it won't come back.&lt;/strong&gt; please don't hurt anyone, I'm begging you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you don't know who I'm talking about? yeah, don't be so confident/paranoid that I'm talking about you. don't be so&lt;em&gt; parasan&lt;/em&gt;. if you're really interested, come approach me to ask. I just &lt;strong&gt;detest&lt;/strong&gt; people who jump into conclusions without knowing anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everyone's moody, including Dixie.&lt;br /&gt;so yeah.&lt;br /&gt;bye all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6793428-116058562411524891?l=cirquedufallacieux.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cirquedufallacieux.blogspot.com/feeds/116058562411524891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6793428&amp;postID=116058562411524891&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6793428/posts/default/116058562411524891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6793428/posts/default/116058562411524891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cirquedufallacieux.blogspot.com/2006/10/life-is-one-way-trip.html' title='life is a one-way trip'/><author><name>FIONA.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11993400949722340183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i150.photobucket.com/albums/s108/neckandchains/EMOTIONS.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6793428.post-116048148291937127</id><published>2006-10-10T19:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-10T19:58:02.950+08:00</updated><title type='text'>baby, take me on a journey</title><content type='html'>&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash"  src="http://stat.radioblogclub.com/radio.blog/skins/mini/player.swf" allowScriptAccess="always" width="180px" height="23px"  bgcolor="#ECECEC"  id="radioblog_player_0"  FlashVars="id=0&amp;status=maximize&amp;filepath=http://www.hikaruhoshi.com/radio.blog/sounds/Jesse McCartney - Right Where You Want Me.rbs&amp;colors=body:#ECECEC;border:#BBBBBB;button:#999999;player_text:#999999;playlist_text:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Right Where You Want Me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;em&gt;Jesse McCartney&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girl, &lt;br /&gt;There's something 'bout me that you outta know. &lt;br /&gt;I never felt the need to lose control. &lt;br /&gt;Always held on back and played it slow. &lt;br /&gt;But not this time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Baby, don't be gentle, &lt;br /&gt;I can handle anything.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby, &lt;br /&gt;Take me on a journey. &lt;br /&gt;I've been thinking lately, &lt;br /&gt;I could use a little time alone with you. &lt;br /&gt;Crazy, &lt;br /&gt;Let's do something, maybe. &lt;br /&gt;Please don't take your time, &lt;br /&gt;You got me, &lt;br /&gt;Right where you want me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girl, &lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna let you have your way with me. &lt;br /&gt;When you move like that, &lt;br /&gt;Its hard to breathe. &lt;br /&gt;I never thought that it could be like this, &lt;br /&gt;But I was wrong. &lt;br /&gt;Baby, don't be gentle, &lt;br /&gt;I can handle anything. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby, &lt;br /&gt;Take me on a journey. &lt;br /&gt;I've been thinking lately, &lt;br /&gt;I could use a little time alone with you. &lt;br /&gt;Crazy, &lt;br /&gt;Let's do something, maybe. &lt;br /&gt;Please don't take your time, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You got me, &lt;br /&gt;Right where you want me. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't explain it, &lt;br /&gt;How you swept me off my feet, unexpectedly. &lt;br /&gt;In slow motion, &lt;br /&gt;My imagination running trying to keep my body still, &lt;br /&gt;I can hardly stand the thrill. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby, don't be gentle, &lt;br /&gt;I can handle anything. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby, &lt;br /&gt;Take me on a journey. &lt;br /&gt;I've been thinking lately, &lt;br /&gt;I could use a little time alone with you. &lt;br /&gt;Crazy, &lt;br /&gt;Let's do something, maybe. &lt;br /&gt;Please don't take your time, &lt;br /&gt;You got me, &lt;br /&gt;Right where you want me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah, I'll be there.&lt;br /&gt;Right where you want me :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6793428-116048148291937127?l=cirquedufallacieux.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cirquedufallacieux.blogspot.com/feeds/116048148291937127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6793428&amp;postID=116048148291937127&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6793428/posts/default/116048148291937127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6793428/posts/default/116048148291937127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cirquedufallacieux.blogspot.com/2006/10/baby-take-me-on-journey.html' title='baby, take me on a journey'/><author><name>FIONA.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11993400949722340183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i150.photobucket.com/albums/s108/neckandchains/EMOTIONS.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6793428.post-116039994333899654</id><published>2006-10-09T21:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-09T21:19:03.480+08:00</updated><title type='text'>to the D, to the E, to the L-I-C-I-O-U-S</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Fergie &lt;/strong&gt;goes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm the F to the E, R-G-I to the E.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fiona&lt;/strong&gt; shall go:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm the F to the I, O-N and to the A.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhaha. R&amp;B just so-rock.&lt;br /&gt;&amp; yeah I ain't a lesbian but Fergie is HAWT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sheesh, should be talking like a British.&lt;br /&gt;not American, baby. &lt;em&gt;Ahhah, yeah Ryan &lt;/em&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CTSS prom night for graduating students; might be performing, are we, Revo? yeah and good-soul Melvin shall be assisting. :] I wonder what would it be like. I hope it would be great, and Frederick is like sooo excited about it. Ha, yeah the&lt;strong&gt; band &lt;/strong&gt;is performing as well. oh gosh, Revo (&lt;em&gt;especially &lt;/em&gt;Darren) don't &lt;em&gt;ps&lt;/em&gt; me there kay? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Physics&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;Geography &lt;/strong&gt;tomorrow; killer papers. &amp; the last ones too! whoooooo. I'm crossing my fingers, chanting to myself, memorising everything and all. I just hope eveything is over, but with some satisfactory results. Fwah, thats hard without hardwork. Damn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mugging. Ciao.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6793428-116039994333899654?l=cirquedufallacieux.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cirquedufallacieux.blogspot.com/feeds/116039994333899654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6793428&amp;postID=116039994333899654&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6793428/posts/default/116039994333899654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6793428/posts/default/116039994333899654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cirquedufallacieux.blogspot.com/2006/10/to-d-to-e-to-l-i-c-i-o-u-s.html' title='to the D, to the E, to the L-I-C-I-O-U-S'/><author><name>FIONA.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11993400949722340183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i150.photobucket.com/albums/s108/neckandchains/EMOTIONS.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6793428.post-116031828069629741</id><published>2006-10-08T22:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-08T22:38:01.163+08:00</updated><title type='text'>let me know that I've done wrong</title><content type='html'>Pasta Mania.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Creamy Chicken Linguine.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yum :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;studied at Esplanade with Gan and Kaizhi today. yeah, Kai didn't know where was the toilet until he walked the whole library. Lol. so when I told him where it was, he went down. when he came back, he was like, &lt;em&gt;"ah, I went to the ladies!"&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Lmao!&lt;/strong&gt; he mistaken the signs I think. Lol. he's lucky, because the ladies was being cleaned then and the cleaner was like, &lt;em&gt;'waving'&lt;/em&gt; at him, according to what Kai said. Hah, I think the lady was telling him that he's going the wrong direction,&lt;em&gt; instead of waving&lt;/em&gt;. Ahhaha! yeah :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah, today, &lt;strong&gt;almost.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6793428-116031828069629741?l=cirquedufallacieux.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cirquedufallacieux.blogspot.com/feeds/116031828069629741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6793428&amp;postID=116031828069629741&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6793428/posts/default/116031828069629741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6793428/posts/default/116031828069629741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cirquedufallacieux.blogspot.com/2006/10/let-me-know-that-ive-done-wrong.html' title='let me know that I&apos;ve done wrong'/><author><name>FIONA.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11993400949722340183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i150.photobucket.com/albums/s108/neckandchains/EMOTIONS.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6793428.post-116027673125249769</id><published>2006-10-08T10:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-08T11:05:31.273+08:00</updated><title type='text'>how to save a life</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;The Fray &lt;/strong&gt;is a new face of music :]&lt;br /&gt;Lips of An Angel.&lt;br /&gt;How To Save A Life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had a talk with Mummy again. yeah it's one of the lecture-talks. three of us in the room, Mel, me, Mum. Mel was being a rude-arse once again and I couldn't take it &lt;em&gt;(whish elder sibling does?)&lt;/em&gt;. so yeah Mum called us into her room. so I was ranting and crying and all, Mum was saying that I love Mel alot because I'm crying so much, which is so true. I've showered so much concern, it's just that Mel just brushes them off her shoulder and treats me as some &lt;em&gt;overly-concerned &lt;/em&gt;sister. Bullshit lah. true enough, Mel wasn't crying, but she put on that face. yeah, that face, with the mouth pouting out acting like &lt;em&gt;I-ain't-takin-it-in-gurl&lt;/em&gt;. so, Mum talked to her and stuff, about not taking things for granted and cherish the things we have in possession now. well, tears welled up in her eyes and she cried for that moment. Mum asked her why she's crying, and yeah she replied, &lt;em&gt;"Don't regret what you have lost."&lt;/em&gt; yeah sure, I know &lt;strong&gt;very &lt;/strong&gt;well she's crying over Ian. get over it soon, kay. please be a good girl from now on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she just reminds me of myself. we had a similar lecture from Dad. so he was saying the same old thing. true enough I heard his words and I started crying, crying for something I lost, crying for Dixie. Dad asked me why I was crying, I said the same thing. How ironic, but it's true. well, it's life isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;studying at Esplanade again later.&lt;br /&gt;studying seems to be my life for another 3 more days.&lt;br /&gt;ohh come on, Fiona, you can do it!&lt;br /&gt;yeahh, Tuesday! &lt;strong&gt;shoppinggg&lt;/strong&gt; :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah sure, learn to cherish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6793428-116027673125249769?l=cirquedufallacieux.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cirquedufallacieux.blogspot.com/feeds/116027673125249769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6793428&amp;postID=116027673125249769&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6793428/posts/default/116027673125249769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6793428/posts/default/116027673125249769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cirquedufallacieux.blogspot.com/2006/10/how-to-save-life.html' title='how to save a life'/><author><name>FIONA.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11993400949722340183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i150.photobucket.com/albums/s108/neckandchains/EMOTIONS.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6793428.post-116022768206615275</id><published>2006-10-07T21:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-07T21:28:04.013+08:00</updated><title type='text'>where did I go wrong?</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Now Playing:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How To Save A Life - The Fray&lt;br /&gt;Fergalicious - Fergie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Now Reading:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dracula - Bram Stocker&lt;br /&gt;Frankenstein - Mary Shelley&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always thought Singaporeans were always the inconsiderate and &lt;em&gt;kiasu &lt;/em&gt;ones in the whole wide world. but wadaya know, I met a foreigner, who's just like Singaporeans, just today. yeah I was on my way to Esplanade and I was alighting at City Hall station. as usual, there were loads of people at the platform waiting for the train door to open. I was glad initially, as all of them were waiting behind the yellow line as painted on the platform. however, as the door opened, I was taking my first two steps, I was pushed back by an boarding passenger. I looked at the guy, and wow, it was a caucasian. like, woah, he was pulling his whole family in like nobody's business. they were all smiling, like as if they saw an MRT for the first time and wants to get in first. what's funny? they got inside the cabin before anyone could get out first. when I stepped out, the Singaporeans haven't started walking in yet. what the hell. I would have snapped at them if only they weren't so frikin &lt;strong&gt;tall.&lt;/strong&gt; yeah, they're big sized. oh yah, and &lt;em&gt;white&lt;/em&gt;. so yeah I was telling myself, &lt;em&gt;"Man, I needa blog about these inconsiderate, and smiling, caucasians."&lt;/em&gt; so here I am :] &lt;em&gt;Caucasians behaving like Singaporeans.. &lt;/em&gt;*smirks*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Physics.&lt;/strong&gt; Geography. Physics. Geography. Physics. Geography. Physics. Geography. Physics. Geography. Physics. Geography. Physics. Geography. Physics. Geography. Physics. Geography. Physics. Geography. Physics. Geography. Physics. Geography. Physics. Geography. Physics. Geography. Physics. Geography. Physics. &lt;strong&gt;Geography.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;these two are the things going through my mind now. Fwahhh I think I'll be crazy by the end of the coming Tuesday. damn it. studying at Esplay again tomorrow. with Gan and Ryan most prolly :] Ahhah. I feel like eating Pasta Mania! wheee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah, speaking about &lt;strong&gt;pasta.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mummy cooked pasta today! haha. yeah spagethii with minced pork, shredded mushrooms and tomato slices, along with olive oil. yeah it sounds bland doesn't it? but hey, just add some cheese and &lt;em&gt;Viola&lt;/em&gt;! it tastes good :] you haven't heard the best part; she made &lt;strong&gt;tiramisu&lt;/strong&gt; too! wahhh. &amp; you know what? it was her second attempt. &amp; you know what? &lt;strong&gt;it's REALLY DELICIOUS!&lt;/strong&gt; :] heh. coffee and Hershey cocoa powder. yum. keep it up Mum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fergalicious&lt;/strong&gt; sounds great.&lt;br /&gt;Ahhah, yeah R&amp;B.&lt;br /&gt;Fergie's &lt;strong&gt;hot.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeahh man.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6793428-116022768206615275?l=cirquedufallacieux.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cirquedufallacieux.blogspot.com/feeds/116022768206615275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6793428&amp;postID=116022768206615275&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6793428/posts/default/116022768206615275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6793428/posts/default/116022768206615275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cirquedufallacieux.blogspot.com/2006/10/where-did-i-go-wrong.html' title='where did I go wrong?'/><author><name>FIONA.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11993400949722340183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i150.photobucket.com/albums/s108/neckandchains/EMOTIONS.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6793428.post-116015034885438698</id><published>2006-10-06T23:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-06T23:59:12.056+08:00</updated><title type='text'>fear and panic in the air, I want to be free from desolation and dispair</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Map of The Problematique - Muse.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;great song, yeah great band :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had fun playing with the sparkles, candles and lanterns at my gram's place. it's been since I've played with fire. hooo. yeah. I guess all of us are growing up really fast. as a privilege for being the eldest among all the cousins, I get to watch them grow along with the adults. I just seem so old, too old to play along with the younger ones. the second eldest is only two years younger than me. ah, what can I say. I'll just step in whenever there are fights or anything. Heh heh :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;watching the younger ones grow is nice. however, it depends on which path they are growing towards too. Darryl had been rather rebellious recently. so yeah, I hope he'll change soon, somehow. Hazel's been catching up with me over the years and she's finally taller than me. Darn. she's only Sec 1. Damn. Ahhah, yeah she's a great girl. watching Mel grow would be nice. I hope she'll grow stronger as soon as possible. &lt;em&gt;cheer up aight girl &lt;/em&gt;:]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Music inspires me to write music.&lt;br /&gt;Ironic.&lt;br /&gt;Siblings fall for another pair of siblings.&lt;br /&gt;Ironic.&lt;br /&gt;Ex-girlfriends of a same guy hangs out together.&lt;br /&gt;Ironic.&lt;br /&gt;We dream to be something we know it can't come true.&lt;br /&gt;Ironic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;along with other factors,&lt;br /&gt;we live in a very ironic world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall aspire to be a songwriter, a graphic designer, and a psychiatrist. hooo. yeah, hopefully, a full-time psychiatrist, a designer and songwriter for part-time. Ha, I'm just sooo excited about it. sigh, thinking about my exams now just stresses me out though. ah well, &lt;strong&gt;life's like that.&lt;/strong&gt; I have a great dream to achieve, yes? :) I shall work hard, and so must you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all the best and make a break-through,&lt;br /&gt;Dixie, Dalton, Ryan, Gan, Jamesss, Eelin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6793428-116015034885438698?l=cirquedufallacieux.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cirquedufallacieux.blogspot.com/feeds/116015034885438698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6793428&amp;postID=116015034885438698&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6793428/posts/default/116015034885438698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6793428/posts/default/116015034885438698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cirquedufallacieux.blogspot.com/2006/10/fear-and-panic-in-air-i-want-to-be.html' title='fear and panic in the air, I want to be free from desolation and dispair'/><author><name>FIONA.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11993400949722340183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i150.photobucket.com/albums/s108/neckandchains/EMOTIONS.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6793428.post-116013327478877636</id><published>2006-10-06T19:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-06T19:14:34.810+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'll be running right behind you, keep me hanging on</title><content type='html'>ahhh. I don't like your hot and cold attitude.&lt;br /&gt;firstly, you make me irritated. secondly, I don't know what you're thinking and it makes me jump to conclusions at times. I don't want that to happen, cause I don't like to do so. you give me different gazes everytime, how I cam supposed to infer anything within a few seconds? gah, just what's going on in your head? not that I'm encouraging not to appraoch you about this issue, it's just that 'thing' that's keeping me from coming near you. yeah, that thing. Fwahh. sh*tz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah Dalton, you had been lifeless nowadays. hope you're alright kay? tell me if there's anything's up. no point showing moodless expressions to someone who doesn't understand what's going on. Smile aight :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;exams had been draining the life out of me. yeah, I think I'm dead for Social Studies and Chemistry. damn it all. next up are Physics &amp; Geography, both on the SAME DAY. yeah, CTSS tortures her students mentally. Additional Math and English paper 2 on Monday and I don't think it's a problem for me. yeah, it's the last two papers I'm frantic about. Pffft.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;need at least a D7 for Combined Humanities, and pass a Science subject. Damn it all, just damn it ALL. ahh well. I was born intelligent, but education ruined me. Ha. love this cliche phrase.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gambatte, Fiona!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah,&lt;br /&gt;Happy Mid-Autumn Festival.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6793428-116013327478877636?l=cirquedufallacieux.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cirquedufallacieux.blogspot.com/feeds/116013327478877636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6793428&amp;postID=116013327478877636&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6793428/posts/default/116013327478877636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6793428/posts/default/116013327478877636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cirquedufallacieux.blogspot.com/2006/10/ill-be-running-right-behind-you-keep.html' title='I&apos;ll be running right behind you, keep me hanging on'/><author><name>FIONA.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11993400949722340183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i150.photobucket.com/albums/s108/neckandchains/EMOTIONS.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6793428.post-115997454912542520</id><published>2006-10-04T22:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-04T23:09:09.973+08:00</updated><title type='text'>have heart, my dear, we're bound to be afraid</title><content type='html'>just came home, not long ago. had around three hours plus of studying in my paradise. ah well, it's the &lt;em&gt;libary @ esplanade&lt;/em&gt;. it's a great place. nice environment, and music. hawhaw. &amp; wad'ya know, they have this evening session for some kinda like song-singing of different people every Wednesday. &amp; what else, yeah &lt;strong&gt;JAMMING&lt;/strong&gt;, every Friday! hooo. I'm so-gonna hang out there really often. Heh. yeah so today there were three groups who performed. I don't know if they are qualified bands or singers or what, but yeah they sound not too bad. a lady sang &lt;em&gt;Run&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;Chasing Cars &lt;/em&gt;by Snow Patrol! Ahhah, nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah, &amp; I decided not to join &lt;em&gt;Dancefloor&lt;/em&gt; with Moo and Sue. gah. I just have to wait for my next opportunity then. I've been dying to take up dance again. it used to be my life, until it ceased ever since I entered secondary school. maybe because I lost interest in almost anything for that moment in my life. now that I've found it once more, I should not let it go so easily, right? yeah. I'll work hard. &lt;strong&gt;Hard. &lt;/strong&gt;my studies aren't doing well for semester 2 and I don't wanna add on to this burden of mine. yeah, best of luck to my upcoming papers. *fingers crossed*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I have big dreams. &lt;/strong&gt;yeah I do. seriously I do. &amp; I'm so proud of myself for that. well, maybe not that big to you, but it's rather big to me :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first, I'd like to take up the &lt;em&gt;Visual Communications &lt;/em&gt;course at &lt;em&gt;Temasek Polytechnic&lt;/em&gt;. get a proper, and good diploma. after that, if possible, I'll apply for the &lt;em&gt;Psychology &lt;/em&gt;course in &lt;em&gt;NUS Faculty of Arts and Social Sciences&lt;/em&gt;. the requirements are rather little so it's just the matter of my luck or something. yeah. I talked to Dad about it and he said he would encourage me if I can manage my time well, &amp; really put in all my effort in walking this path I chose. yeah, I can become a photographer, photo journalist, graphic designer, or maybe a qualified psychiatrist or something. yeah, this is much of the realistic dream I'm having now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I have a bigger dream.&lt;/strong&gt; it's too big to be fulfilled for me. it might happen, but it's least likely to. however, I'll still try to achieve them. what? yeah, a &lt;em&gt;forensic scientist&lt;/em&gt;. It's almost, or already, impossible for me now cos I'm definitely not getting into a Junior College to take Biography. so yeah, it shall remain as a dream. I have a&lt;em&gt; second &lt;/em&gt;bigger dream; a writer, &lt;strong&gt;a lyricist&lt;/strong&gt;, a composer. I love music, I really do. I write songs. I just don't know how to write or compose music. I need someone who can help my develop further, &amp; I hope this can be fulfilled soon enough? :) I talked to Dad about me writing songs as well. he was impressed, &lt;em&gt;&amp; I'm glad he was&lt;/em&gt;. he told me if I am keen on doing it, he would send me to &lt;em&gt;Lee Wei Song's&lt;/em&gt; music school to groom me. woah. I have a nice Dad? :) &lt;em&gt;yeah I do.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;big dreams that I just want to do, they all come from the same idea deep in me; I want to help people, to be someone helpful to the society, to make people smile, &lt;em&gt;&amp; make people live life -- to the fullest&lt;/em&gt; :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; I wanna thank Dixie for talking to me today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;you rock, dude&lt;/strong&gt; :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6793428-115997454912542520?l=cirquedufallacieux.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cirquedufallacieux.blogspot.com/feeds/115997454912542520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6793428&amp;postID=115997454912542520&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6793428/posts/default/115997454912542520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6793428/posts/default/115997454912542520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cirquedufallacieux.blogspot.com/2006/10/have-heart-my-dear-were-bound-to-be.html' title='have heart, my dear, we&apos;re bound to be afraid'/><author><name>FIONA.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11993400949722340183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i150.photobucket.com/albums/s108/neckandchains/EMOTIONS.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6793428.post-115979682535740807</id><published>2006-10-02T20:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-03T20:59:31.366+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I wanted to see, something is different</title><content type='html'>&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash"  src="http://stat.radioblogclub.com/radio.blog/skins/mini/player.swf" allowScriptAccess="always" width="180px" height="23px"  bgcolor="#ECECEC"  id="radioblog_player_0"  FlashVars="id=0&amp;status=maximize&amp;filepath=http://my.hocc.net/radio.blog/sounds/Maksim - Croatian Rhapsody.swf&amp;colors=body:#ECECEC;border:#BBBBBB;button:#999999;player_text:#999999;playlist_text:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the reason of my switch of address.&lt;br /&gt;I hate 'big-mouth's and I simply detest them.&lt;br /&gt;if you're one of them and you're here, ah-ha, whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is my blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&amp; Fiona owns you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a conversation with Sue not too long ago about our future husbands. she ended up telling me about her marrying an old dying rich man, so she wouldn't have to go to bed with him and just take his fortune after he dies. hm, great idea. maybe I'll do that if only I happen to become a person who doesn't trust anyone anymore. sometimes, circumstances like these do help a woman's needs. doncha think? Ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, somehow or rather I had been labelled by the name 'Flirt' in school. don't ask me why, 'cause I don't know why. funny? yeah I think so too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you don't have to tell me that I'm a flirt. I know myself very well. &lt;strong&gt;I know I am a flirt.&lt;/strong&gt; I'm born a flirt. I'm a natural flirt. get it? &lt;strong&gt;NATURAL.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;it means that I flirt without knowing it myself.&lt;/em&gt; it's just the way I socialise, you know. I say Hi, and the other replies. Simple. you got a problem with that? yeah of course you do, because I'm not you. &amp; you are just not used to my style of socialising. so the oh-so-jealous you will start to spread rumours around that I'm some flirt-arse and people should stay away from me. Haha. it's so comical to see such people go around ya know. since I've, well, &lt;em&gt;'admitted'&lt;/em&gt; myself, I reckon you people are happy now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But,&lt;/strong&gt; you know something? even flirts have feelings. you know, feelings? flirts do feel. &lt;strong&gt;we feel, okay.&lt;/strong&gt; we know very well who are our &lt;em&gt;loves &lt;/em&gt;and who are our&lt;em&gt; flings&lt;/em&gt;. we know our stuff well, better than you do. &lt;strong&gt;we don't need you to tell us what to do.&lt;/strong&gt; because why? because we &lt;em&gt;know &lt;/em&gt;what we are doing. you are just poking your nose around, trying to act like you're some know-it-all or something. keep up with the good work, yeah? to come to think of it, it's because of people like YOU, pole-dancers, strippers, and bar-top dancers are all maligned to be prostitutes, promiscuous, or flirts who don't take relationships seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm telling you now, &lt;strong&gt;we do.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what I would say in the long run from now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but for now, yeah I'm going to say something. yes, something. &lt;strong&gt;I love Dixie.&lt;/strong&gt; yeah, I love him. why? because I love him. don't ask me why. I love him for too long until I forgot the reasons of what made me fall for him. this phrase is so cliche, but it's so true for some people aight. well, you really wanna know what? yeah sure I'll tell ya. &lt;em&gt;Everything.&lt;/em&gt; yes, everything about him. if it still doesn't answer your question, then beat it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you don't know how it feels when you love someone so much, and you don't even know what the hell that person is thinking. so much for one-sided. but what can I say? we used to be together for a short period of time. he fell for me once then. &lt;strong&gt;who knows what could happen.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you don't know how it feels, when you think about that someone so much, until you started to think whether he even&lt;em&gt; thought &lt;/em&gt;about thinking of you in the first place. it just makes you wonder whether you're wasting your time. it makes you sigh so deeply.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you don't know how it feels, when you are interested in this hot dude you just met and both of you are getting along rather well. &amp; then it's just that moment when you are considering if you would like to hang out with this hunk, just so suddenly, you think of this someone at the back of your mind. it makes you wanna go, &lt;em&gt;"RARGH! Who the hell do I want now?!"&lt;/em&gt; does this sounds familiar? I'm sure you do. we all go through this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah if you know how that feels, good for you. so, people describe such a girl like me a flirt. yeah whatever you say. &lt;strong&gt;COME ON, we aren't robots for goodness sake.&lt;/strong&gt; I have fetishes and I am sure all of us do. such fetishes make you go ga-ga over them for a period of time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;somehow, it's just that someone I make an exception for; someone whom I reserved a space in my heart for. &amp; that's Dixie. he made me go through painful dilemmas. I don't blame him at all. I blame myself for loving him too much. this sounds like some drama-mama, but I think some girls out there think the same way too. you can still call me a flirt, yeah. I'm just like one of the misunderstood pole-dancers you see out there. I'm not appealing for your understanding. I'm merely voicing out. whatever you think, &lt;strong&gt;it's your problem now.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I love Dixie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&amp; I'm proud of that.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guys may come and go in my life, as there are now. but then again, &lt;strong&gt;who knows what could happen.&lt;/strong&gt; say whatever you want. make fun of me. say I'm desperate. say I'm cheap. oh yeah, and a flirt? whatever it is, as long as I know that I'm not like that, &lt;strong&gt;I'm not like that&lt;/strong&gt;. yeah and that's final.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I emphasized on a word strongly here.&lt;br /&gt;yeah you got it; &lt;strong&gt;FLIRT&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;girls like to taunt each other with this very word. I don't know why. bringing her down mentally? ah, I guess it works somehow or rather yeah. trying to make her look bad so that your friends would not get close to her? ah, what a childish way of living life. stop being narrow-minded, &lt;s&gt;people &lt;/s&gt;girls. read up the dictionary before throwing words at people, kay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;why did God even create humans?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why do we have feelings like fear, arrogance, shyness, boldness? why are there just some people who could not care less about themselves but care so much about other people? yeah, in other words, why are they so 'kaypoh'? what is a blog for when I need to mind almost whatever I'm going to talk about? yeah, whatever. taunt me if you want. tease me if you want. envy me if you want. curse me if you want. you can do anything behind my back. whatever it is, never ever provoke me or agitate me directly. people just &lt;strong&gt;love&lt;/strong&gt; to interfere, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's the exam period.&lt;br /&gt;&amp; I don't want to be distracted.&lt;br /&gt;&amp; I think you think the same way too.&lt;br /&gt;Ahhah but still, I love you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6793428-115979682535740807?l=cirquedufallacieux.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cirquedufallacieux.blogspot.com/feeds/115979682535740807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6793428&amp;postID=115979682535740807&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6793428/posts/default/115979682535740807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6793428/posts/default/115979682535740807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cirquedufallacieux.blogspot.com/2006/10/i-wanted-to-see-something-is-different.html' title='I wanted to see, something is different'/><author><name>FIONA.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11993400949722340183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i150.photobucket.com/albums/s108/neckandchains/EMOTIONS.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6793428.post-115971786675020292</id><published>2006-10-01T23:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-01T23:51:06.823+08:00</updated><title type='text'>people just love stupid things, and being stupid</title><content type='html'>you know, I just detest this song, this very song. this song makes me very irritated. it makes me change the radio station even if it's Power 98 FM (&lt;em&gt;FYI it's my fave station&lt;/em&gt;) playing it. it doesn't make any sense, it sounds retarded, it sounds &lt;em&gt;twitish&lt;/em&gt;, and &lt;strong&gt;it doesn't sound nice, at all.&lt;/strong&gt; sounds familiar? yeah maybe you might have guessed what song it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Unfaithful.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah, by &lt;em&gt;That-Lalala-Rihanna&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't like the &lt;strong&gt;song&lt;/strong&gt;, not the artiste.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and f*cking hell, that sister of mine set this frikin' song as her message tone. MESSAGE TONE. like, the phone rings, with the irritating song, when it receives every SMS. I couldn't even stand it when it rung only for the second time after she set the tone. so yeah till now, it has been two days. &lt;strong&gt;two frikin' days &lt;/strong&gt;enduring &lt;em&gt;"I don't wanna do this anymore~ I don't wanna be the reason why~"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FWAHHHH-!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'll be brain dead for tomorrow's paper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG PLEASE DON'T LET IT HAPPEN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lucks for tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&amp; let there be peace on earth.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6793428-115971786675020292?l=cirquedufallacieux.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cirquedufallacieux.blogspot.com/feeds/115971786675020292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6793428&amp;postID=115971786675020292&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6793428/posts/default/115971786675020292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6793428/posts/default/115971786675020292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cirquedufallacieux.blogspot.com/2006/10/people-just-love-stupid-things-and.html' title='people just love stupid things, and being stupid'/><author><name>FIONA.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11993400949722340183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i150.photobucket.com/albums/s108/neckandchains/EMOTIONS.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6793428.post-115962707007562637</id><published>2006-09-30T22:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-30T22:50:36.956+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bounce with it, rock with it, do it to it</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b364/fionaax/Group60-3.jpg" align="left" /&gt; Nyahahaha-!! Yeah, I mentioned that i bought the latest Saiyuki comic right? Whoooo. It's not really as spectacular as the previous books, but it made me go frantic at the last page; Goku got&lt;em&gt; shot &lt;/em&gt;just after he was discussing with Sanzo that he would not want to be resurrected after he died. &lt;em&gt;OMGOMGOMG.&lt;/em&gt; DAMN IT. THE BOOK ENDED LIKE THAT. &lt;strong&gt;JUST LIKE THAT!&lt;/strong&gt; NOW I NEED TO WAIT FOR THE NEXT BOOK LIKE, SO DAMN FRIKIN ANXIOUSLY! It's alright to be lost right now, for those who don't follow up with the Saiyuki series. Ha. I'm so obssessive over Saiyuki and I just can't wait for the third episode for the Reload Gunlock VCD as well. &lt;em&gt;Rarrh.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b364/fionaax/Hakkai09-3.jpg" align="left" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, Cho Hakkai is SEXY, like, totally. WOOOTS. He's MINE. Don't ever claim that he's yours. Heh. Oh yeah, Fye from Tsubasa is mine too :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I expect pictures of Saiyuki Reload 6 comic book coming up? Hah, maybe. &lt;strong&gt;SAIYUKI RULES.&lt;/strong&gt; HELL YEAH, MORE THAN ANYTHING. YES, &lt;strong&gt;ANYTHING&lt;/strong&gt;, EVEN HIM. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;super high.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i think of you whenever i have too much time to think.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6793428-115962707007562637?l=cirquedufallacieux.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cirquedufallacieux.blogspot.com/feeds/115962707007562637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6793428&amp;postID=115962707007562637&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6793428/posts/default/115962707007562637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6793428/posts/default/115962707007562637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cirquedufallacieux.blogspot.com/2006/09/bounce-with-it-rock-with-it-do-it-to.html' title='bounce with it, rock with it, do it to it'/><author><name>FIONA.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11993400949722340183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i150.photobucket.com/albums/s108/neckandchains/EMOTIONS.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6793428.post-115959712111680947</id><published>2006-09-30T13:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-30T22:19:21.210+08:00</updated><title type='text'>these words of my own</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b364/fionaax/RYAN.jpg" align="left"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;yeap, that's Ryan!&lt;/strong&gt; haha. he's my big teddy buddy. nyahaha. yeah, so life's been all the studying and mugging thing recently. Work and Study is the new black for me now. well, it should, but, I'm still slacking.&lt;strong&gt; wth.&lt;/strong&gt; yeah, somehow I would just deviate from my work at times. maybe it's the things that are happening around me. a friend who doesn't seem to be there when I always was. a sister who doesn't respect her elder sister, doesn't care about her family, and ONLY cares about her friends, friends, and more friends, and boyfriend. &lt;em&gt;Fuck it all. &lt;/em&gt;call me a loner or whatever you want. you are the ones who made me look like and feel like one. so what do you want from me now? &lt;strong&gt;think&lt;/strong&gt; before you throw words at my face aight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Let there be peace on earth.&lt;br /&gt;&amp; let it start with me, you, you, and YOU.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;studying at Esplanade.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6793428-115959712111680947?l=cirquedufallacieux.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cirquedufallacieux.blogspot.com/feeds/115959712111680947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6793428&amp;postID=115959712111680947&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6793428/posts/default/115959712111680947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6793428/posts/default/115959712111680947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cirquedufallacieux.blogspot.com/2006/09/these-words-of-my-own.html' title='these words of my own'/><author><name>FIONA.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11993400949722340183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i150.photobucket.com/albums/s108/neckandchains/EMOTIONS.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6793428.post-115954019197229432</id><published>2006-09-29T22:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-29T22:29:51.973+08:00</updated><title type='text'>suddenly the world, seems such a perfect place</title><content type='html'>whoooooo!&lt;br /&gt;I've got my Saiyuki book 6! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; yeah, you guys should really check out Dane Cook, the comedian. his jokes are very super vulgar and explicit so yeah, beware though ;) he so f*cking rock man. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahh I'm just so happy I've got my comic :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6793428-115954019197229432?l=cirquedufallacieux.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cirquedufallacieux.blogspot.com/feeds/115954019197229432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6793428&amp;postID=115954019197229432&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6793428/posts/default/115954019197229432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6793428/posts/default/115954019197229432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cirquedufallacieux.blogspot.com/2006/09/suddenly-world-seems-such-perfect.html' title='suddenly the world, seems such a perfect place'/><author><name>FIONA.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11993400949722340183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i150.photobucket.com/albums/s108/neckandchains/EMOTIONS.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6793428.post-115937082961067132</id><published>2006-09-27T23:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-27T23:27:10.136+08:00</updated><title type='text'>as we lie beneath the stars, we realise how small we are</title><content type='html'>omg omg omg omg omg.&lt;br /&gt;Friday's Mother Tongue paper!&lt;br /&gt;die die die die die.&lt;br /&gt;I'm sooo nervous already. I haven't finish revising my other subject yet. wahhhh. I'm angsty right now. eeeee. Lol. I don't know, but I just feel like singing songs right now. Rock ones. yeah. they're emo. whooo. nah not really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm having the day from hell&lt;br /&gt;It was all going so well (before you came)&lt;br /&gt;And you told me you needed space&lt;br /&gt;With a kiss on the side my face (not again)&lt;br /&gt;And not to mention (the tears, ashame)&lt;br /&gt;But I should have kicked your ass instead&lt;br /&gt;I need intervention&lt;br /&gt;Attention to stop temptation to screa&lt;br /&gt;Everything is fed up straight from the heart&lt;br /&gt;Tell me what do you do&lt;br /&gt;When it all falls apart&lt;br /&gt;Gotta pick myself up where do I start&lt;br /&gt;Cuz I can't turn to you&lt;br /&gt;When it all falls apart, no&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hooo. found another place to study.&lt;br /&gt;yes, Dalton? hahahh :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;If I lay here&lt;br /&gt;If I just lay here&lt;br /&gt;Would you lie with me and&lt;br /&gt;Just forget the world?&lt;br /&gt;Forget what we're told&lt;br /&gt;Before we get too old&lt;br /&gt;Show me a garden that's&lt;br /&gt;Bursting into life&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hawhawwww, I can't stop thinking about you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6793428-115937082961067132?l=cirquedufallacieux.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cirquedufallacieux.blogspot.com/feeds/115937082961067132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6793428&amp;postID=115937082961067132&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6793428/posts/default/115937082961067132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6793428/posts/default/115937082961067132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cirquedufallacieux.blogspot.com/2006/09/as-we-lie-beneath-stars-we-realise-how.html' title='as we lie beneath the stars, we realise how small we are'/><author><name>FIONA.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11993400949722340183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i150.photobucket.com/albums/s108/neckandchains/EMOTIONS.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6793428.post-115918975040175933</id><published>2006-09-25T13:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-25T22:50:33.213+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i don't wanna run away, i don't wanna be alone</title><content type='html'>&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash"  src="http://stat.radioblogclub.com/radio.blog/skins/mini/player.swf" allowScriptAccess="always" width="180px" height="23px"  bgcolor="#ECECEC"  id="radioblog_player_0"  FlashVars="id=0&amp;status=maximize&amp;filepath=http://mendes2k6.free.fr/pages/music/danitykane/sounds/01 - Danity Kane - Show Stopper.rbs&amp;colors=body:#ECECEC;border:#BBBBBB;button:#999999;player_text:#999999;playlist_text:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.photobucket.com/albums/b364/fionaax/Image081-2.jpg" align="left"&gt; meet my cousins! the twins, &lt;strong&gt;Wanling&lt;/strong&gt; and&lt;strong&gt; Wanyee&lt;/strong&gt;. and their little sister, &lt;strong&gt;Wanxing&lt;/strong&gt;. nyahaha they're sooo cute right :) they don't look really good in this photo cos of the camera quality, but yeah they're still cute! ahahhah. i have a great family and i love them. heehee :D ah, and i got to mention i am the eldest among all the cousins! haw, i won't get a chance to be a young aunt already -pouts-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.photobucket.com/albums/b364/fionaax/29-2.jpg" align="left"&gt; i'm just so touched when Mr Ng Chee Yang blogged this photo on his blog. &lt;strong&gt;aww :) &lt;/strong&gt;though it's long ago, but yeah i happened to find it while browsing my photos. he did some editions to the photo and joined it to two others to make a collage. so yeah here's just the cropped part. Jason's handsome right. haha. this photo was impromptu cos i initially just wanted a photo with Jason. but yeah that &lt;em&gt;egoist&lt;/em&gt; said he won't let me have a photo taken with him if he wasn't in the picture. so tada. HAHA! &lt;strong&gt;yeah Zhiyang's one crazy arse, believe me :P&lt;/strong&gt; aww, i miss those CSS days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.photobucket.com/albums/b364/fionaax/DSC00144-3.jpg" align="left"&gt; yeah i love &lt;strong&gt;love&lt;/strong&gt; him kay! (&lt;em&gt;does the love gesture that Samsoon did in the show&lt;/em&gt; My Lovely Samsoon) AHHAHA. yeah whatever lah. he's my one and only, my only and one, my beloved, my dearest, my wonderful, my lovely, my little ... ... ... don't tell you :) what the hell. Lol. forget it. it's crap. haha. gosh, that was one hell mouthful of mushy sh*t. HA. yah im being pure high and crazy now so yeah. i love manipulating. wheeets :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.photobucket.com/albums/b364/fionaax/Image104-3.jpg" align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ooh la la! nice right nice right? hahaha. drew the border on the card in class. my name is just a font from the computer, yeah i didn't draw that, happy? hahhaa. anyway, it's still nice! the border, not the name. Ha :) YELLOW. and GREEN. hohoho. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.photobucket.com/albums/b364/fionaax/Image103-3.jpg" align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah the red card. whooo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IF YOU GUYS WATCHED SINGAPORE IDOL JUST NOW AND NOTICED, IT WAS REALLY OBVIOUS THAT NURUL AND PAUL WERE &lt;strong&gt;LIP-SYNCING&lt;/strong&gt;! OH GOSH. Mediacorp just wants face, sheesh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Minute Maid brightens my day.&lt;br /&gt;Ah :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6793428-115918975040175933?l=cirquedufallacieux.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cirquedufallacieux.blogspot.com/feeds/115918975040175933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6793428&amp;postID=115918975040175933&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6793428/posts/default/115918975040175933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6793428/posts/default/115918975040175933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cirquedufallacieux.blogspot.com/2006/09/i-dont-wanna-run-away-i-dont-wanna-be.html' title='i don&apos;t wanna run away, i don&apos;t wanna be alone'/><author><name>FIONA.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11993400949722340183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i150.photobucket.com/albums/s108/neckandchains/EMOTIONS.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6793428.post-115910641896821973</id><published>2006-09-24T21:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-24T22:00:18.990+08:00</updated><title type='text'>before we get too old</title><content type='html'>Behold, the great introduction of me! Ha.&lt;blockquote&gt;A fair share of an introduction of this seemingly faceless and fallacious factotum, is indeed one facultative and fastidious lady of fervidness. It is not her forte for being facetious, but for a finicky character. Against fatuity and fatalism, she lives life to the fullest everyday. Flamboyant and not a floosie, a perfectionist and not flippant. The mind thinks of the fathomless, as well as the farcical. Her unbreakable fixation for music stays on over the years, making her life a fantasia. Having finite tolerance against senseless homosapiens, her ferocity does kill. Sacarsms and ironies flummox her, but she gets even in her own way. A friend, and a fiend, whatever you want. Sorry for being such a filibuster but here i am, introducing a dance-fanatic, given the name with the meaning of fair in Latin; Fiona.&lt;/blockquote&gt;hawhaw. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im in love, nah.&lt;br /&gt;im lovesick, nah.&lt;br /&gt;i've been daydreaming, yeah.&lt;br /&gt;hahaha. crap. bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6793428-115910641896821973?l=cirquedufallacieux.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cirquedufallacieux.blogspot.com/feeds/115910641896821973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6793428&amp;postID=115910641896821973&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6793428/posts/default/115910641896821973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6793428/posts/default/115910641896821973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cirquedufallacieux.blogspot.com/2006/09/before-we-get-too-old.html' title='before we get too old'/><author><name>FIONA.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11993400949722340183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i150.photobucket.com/albums/s108/neckandchains/EMOTIONS.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6793428.post-115902454666913606</id><published>2006-09-23T22:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-02T22:54:32.976+08:00</updated><title type='text'>face down in the dirt, she says</title><content type='html'>caught &lt;strong&gt;John Tucker Must Die &lt;/strong&gt;with Dalton, Ryan, and Gan last night. yeah, one hell of a comedy. typical American high school drama. guys wearing thongs. HA! time really flies. i had been browsing through the archives of my blog, photos that i had collected from the past few years when i first had my camera, and sure enough some of my old MSN chat logs, as well as Friendster testimonials. time is precious and we cannot restart our lives. though we make mistakes, learn from them instead of asking yourself why did you commit it. we as youths think we have all the time in the world for now.&lt;strong&gt; No, i dont think so.&lt;/strong&gt; i've learnt my lesson for not working hard enough and yeah, i'm going to. i lack motivation. i need it badly now. very. badly. desperately. Motivation, where are you? it sounds pathetic, and people would say, &lt;em&gt;"oh come on, it's only your Sec three EOYs." &lt;/em&gt;you're so wrong. everything's important. now that i had planned a little for my future, i should start working.&lt;em&gt; Ha, that was a mouthful. &lt;/em&gt;i dont know why i am blogging about this but i just feel like it. crap. haha. no, not that this entry is crap, this entry is for real. crap, cause i need to finish my work. &lt;strong&gt;Darn.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need help in Logarithm, Graphical Solutions, Social Studies, Chemical Calculation. fwahh. too much. EOYE starts this coming Friday. &lt;strong&gt;Damn :\&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, i'm also still working on my oh-so-wonderful self-introduction full of adjectives that starts with the letter 'F' so yeah don't worry :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6793428-115902454666913606?l=cirquedufallacieux.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cirquedufallacieux.blogspot.com/feeds/115902454666913606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6793428&amp;postID=115902454666913606&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6793428/posts/default/115902454666913606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6793428/posts/default/115902454666913606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cirquedufallacieux.blogspot.com/2006/09/face-down-in-dirt-she-says.html' title='face down in the dirt, she says'/><author><name>FIONA.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11993400949722340183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i150.photobucket.com/albums/s108/neckandchains/EMOTIONS.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6793428.post-115884920002288708</id><published>2006-09-21T21:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-21T22:43:29.496+08:00</updated><title type='text'>and you may call me V</title><content type='html'>anyone of you watched, or read, &lt;strong&gt;V for Vendetta&lt;/strong&gt;? haha. i'm marvelled by the way&lt;em&gt; V&lt;/em&gt; introduced himself to Evey. full of V's! ahaha, i shall create a long introduction of myself filled with verbs and adjectives starting with &lt;strong&gt;F's&lt;/strong&gt;. heh heh :D i will post it as soon as i got it. Ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wonder if Singaporeans do mind their English speaking? yeah, they don't. it's [hand-some] and NOT [&lt;em&gt;ham-sone&lt;/em&gt;] or [&lt;em&gt;ham-some&lt;/em&gt;] for &lt;strong&gt;handsom&lt;/strong&gt;e. it's [&lt;em&gt;play&lt;/em&gt;] and NOT [&lt;em&gt;pray&lt;/em&gt;] for&lt;strong&gt; play&lt;/strong&gt;. it's [&lt;em&gt;dew-ree-an&lt;/em&gt;] and NOT [&lt;em&gt;liu-lian&lt;/em&gt;] or [&lt;em&gt;dew-lian&lt;/em&gt;] for &lt;strong&gt;durian&lt;/strong&gt;. Ha, i don't wish to go further.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lack of updates, so i should blog something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had been going to town by the MRT recently and much more often. so yeah, some things i had noticed. people take up space to prevent more people from getting into the train cabin, or else people from sitting next to them by doing such acts:&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;- open their legs wide&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;- read a newspaper like it's a coffeeshop&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;- share the seats with their bags&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;- do not stand in the center of the cabin,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;- but the center of the cabin-door area&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;- &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(no offence)&lt;/span&gt; fat people who perform acts mentioned above&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;think about it. it sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah, don't you guys think it's so disgusting and unsightly for a person to dig his/her nose in the public, &lt;strong&gt;openly&lt;/strong&gt;? i wont care if they were doing it discreetly, but they were digging their noses like nobody's business! Ha, it made me laugh and give an expression of disgust.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hohoho, ew. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh oh oh, i have to emphasize something.&lt;br /&gt;GIRLS, DO &lt;strong&gt;NOT&lt;/strong&gt; LET/MAKE YOUR BOYFRIENDS HOLD YOUR HANDBAGS/TOTES. &lt;strong&gt;THEY LOOK DAMN FUCKING GAY. &lt;/strong&gt;HOLD THEM &lt;u&gt;YOURSELVES&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;whenever i see guys help their girlfriends hold their mini handbags, girly tote bags and all, i pity them. the female-bags spoil their whole image, seriously. it's alright if the guy helps the girl to carry her haversack or slingbag or something, but NOT the bags that should be held by a female. Ha, just something for you people to think of. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yeah, magazines DO give guides of Do's and Dont's on fashion. people, please read them up. don't be like some others who try to set a trend that seems so friking weird that only he or she is carrying it. &lt;strong&gt;Japs are cool, but dont spoil their image&lt;/strong&gt; by becoming a lousy Jap-wannabe and start dressing up with fake and cheapo clothes and accessories. almost a quarter of Orchard road is populated by such people, please do not add on to the count. &lt;strong&gt;Thank you.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and, harassers are such &lt;em&gt;fucking losers&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;MUSE SO-ROCKING ROCKS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah, im in such a good mood today.&lt;br /&gt;GOOD NIGHT :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah, i've got detention for three days. and it's like there's something ironic; me and Mel, and Vicki and Jackie, who are involved too. HAHA. yeah i had a great time catching up with Michelle today. whooo :) tomorrow's the last session. Ha. ladalada. Bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6793428-115884920002288708?l=cirquedufallacieux.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cirquedufallacieux.blogspot.com/feeds/115884920002288708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6793428&amp;postID=115884920002288708&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6793428/posts/default/115884920002288708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6793428/posts/default/115884920002288708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cirquedufallacieux.blogspot.com/2006/09/and-you-may-call-me-v.html' title='and you may call me V'/><author><name>FIONA.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11993400949722340183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i150.photobucket.com/albums/s108/neckandchains/EMOTIONS.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6793428.post-115858968435054461</id><published>2006-09-18T22:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-18T22:28:05.233+08:00</updated><title type='text'>life is a highway, and i won't ride it all night long</title><content type='html'>i'm tagged by Jamesss. Ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;1. full name: fiona teo rui wen.&lt;br /&gt;2. name backwards: new iur oet anoif&lt;br /&gt;3. were you named after someone: i dont think so.&lt;br /&gt;4. meaning of name: Latin word for fair.&lt;br /&gt;5. nickname: fio.&lt;br /&gt;6. screen name: FIO.&lt;br /&gt;7. D.O.B: 16041991&lt;br /&gt;8. place of birth: Mt Elizabeth; Sg.&lt;br /&gt;9. nationality: singaporean.&lt;br /&gt;10. current location: JE.&lt;br /&gt;11. star sign: Aries.&lt;br /&gt;12. religion: Nichiren Buddhist.&lt;br /&gt;13. height: 162cm.&lt;br /&gt;14. weight: 48kg. ARGH.&lt;br /&gt;15. shoe size: ranges. 8-9.&lt;br /&gt;16. hair colour: reddish brown&lt;br /&gt;17. eye colour: brown.&lt;br /&gt;18. who do you look like: uhm.&lt;br /&gt;19. innie or outtie: ~&lt;br /&gt;20. leftie or rightie: rightie.&lt;br /&gt;21. gay, straight, bi or others: straight.&lt;br /&gt;22. best friends: dalton, ryan, gan, el.&lt;br /&gt;23. best friend you trust most: people from SGI.&lt;br /&gt;24. favourite pals: gan, ryan, dalton, el. Ha.&lt;br /&gt;25. best friend of opposite sex: the same three lol.&lt;br /&gt;26. best buddies: samee.&lt;br /&gt;27. boyfriend or girlfriend: nil.&lt;br /&gt;28. crush: MEOW.&lt;br /&gt;29. parents: mum &amp; dad?&lt;br /&gt;30. worst enemy: darkness.&lt;br /&gt;31. favourite online guy: ahaha, Dixie/Jamesss.&lt;br /&gt;32. favourite online girl: uh, Eelin?.&lt;br /&gt;33. craziest friend: almost all.&lt;br /&gt;34. advice friend: Chrissy &amp;amp; Darren.&lt;br /&gt;36. person you cry with: nil.&lt;br /&gt;37. any sisters: 1.&lt;br /&gt;38. any brothers: 0.&lt;br /&gt;39. any pets: no.&lt;br /&gt;40. any disease: no.&lt;br /&gt;41. pagers: no.&lt;br /&gt;42. personal phone line: private.&lt;br /&gt;43. cell phone: nokia 3230.&lt;br /&gt;45. pool or hot tub: haha POOL!&lt;br /&gt;46. a car: nil.&lt;br /&gt;47. your personality: Pure. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;48. driving: nil.&lt;br /&gt;49. room: ?&lt;br /&gt;50. whats missing: motivation.&lt;br /&gt;51. school: CTSS.&lt;br /&gt;52. bed colour: light blue.&lt;br /&gt;53. relationship with parents: well.&lt;br /&gt;54. believe in yourself: yeah.&lt;br /&gt;55. believe in love at first sight: not really.&lt;br /&gt;56. good listener: yeah.&lt;br /&gt;57. get along well with parents: well.&lt;br /&gt;58. save email conversations: depends.&lt;br /&gt;59. pray: occassionally.&lt;br /&gt;60. believe in reincarnation: no.&lt;br /&gt;61. make fun of people: depends.&lt;br /&gt;62. like to talk on the phone: depends.&lt;br /&gt;63. want to get married: yeah.&lt;br /&gt;64. like to drive: hm, wish to.&lt;br /&gt;65. motion sickness: nope.&lt;br /&gt;66. eat stem of broccoli: yeah?&lt;br /&gt;67. eat chicken with fork: lol duh.&lt;br /&gt;68. dream in colour: didnt notice.&lt;br /&gt;69. type with your fingers on home role: ?&lt;br /&gt;70. sleep with stuff animals: used to.&lt;br /&gt;71. next to you: books.&lt;br /&gt;72. on the walls of your room: posters.&lt;br /&gt;73. on your mousepad: nil.&lt;br /&gt;74. dream car: something slick.&lt;br /&gt;75. dream date: MEOW.&lt;br /&gt;76. dream honeymoon spot: nice beaches and amusement parks.&lt;br /&gt;77. dream husband or wife: DANIEL RADCLIFFE!!&lt;br /&gt;78. bedtime: supposingly 11pm.&lt;br /&gt;79. under your bed: books, shoeboxes, discmans.&lt;br /&gt;80. single most important question: Why?&lt;br /&gt;81. bad time of a day: hottest.&lt;br /&gt;82. your worst fear: loneliness.&lt;br /&gt;83. the weather is: so-so.&lt;br /&gt;84. time: 2218.&lt;br /&gt;85. date: 18SEP2006.&lt;br /&gt;86. best trick did on someone: that sauce thing i did to Richie. HA!&lt;br /&gt;87. theme song: Time Is Running Out; Muse.&lt;br /&gt;88. hardest thing about growing up: hardships? Lol.&lt;br /&gt;89. funniest experience: countless.&lt;br /&gt;90. scariest experience: forgot.&lt;br /&gt;91. silliest thing you have ever said: countless.&lt;br /&gt;92. scariest thing while you are with your friends: uhm?&lt;br /&gt;93. worst feeling: loneliness. it just makes you weak.&lt;br /&gt;94. best feeling in the world: to be loved.&lt;br /&gt;95. AND NOW THE SABOTAGING BEGINS!!! CHOOSE 8 TO DO THE QUIZ!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahhh, whoever sees this. Lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;good night all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6793428-115858968435054461?l=cirquedufallacieux.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cirquedufallacieux.blogspot.com/feeds/115858968435054461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6793428&amp;postID=115858968435054461&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6793428/posts/default/115858968435054461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6793428/posts/default/115858968435054461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cirquedufallacieux.blogspot.com/2006/09/life-is-highway-and-i-wont-ride-it-all.html' title='life is a highway, and i won&apos;t ride it all night long'/><author><name>FIONA.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11993400949722340183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i150.photobucket.com/albums/s108/neckandchains/EMOTIONS.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6793428.post-115857750073186954</id><published>2006-09-18T18:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-18T19:19:07.900+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i want to break the spell you've created</title><content type='html'>i found a new place to study.&lt;br /&gt;my new paradise :)&lt;br /&gt;not gonna blog it just in case it gets invaded and ends up like the Jurong Regional Library. speaking of it just makes me angry.&lt;br /&gt;RARH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had hell today, or rather.&lt;br /&gt;Physics and Social Studies test.&lt;br /&gt;i think im not going to do well in both :(&lt;br /&gt;supposed to wait for Ms Lee for my English comprehension test. she was nowhere to be found so left a note and left for home. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'M TIRED LA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash"  src="http://stat.radioblogclub.com/radio.blog/skins/mini/player.swf" allowScriptAccess="always" width="180px" height="23px"  bgcolor="#ECECEC"  id="radioblog_player_0"  FlashVars="id=0&amp;status=maximize&amp;filepath=http://www.asiancinemaexperience.com/Yummy/radio.blog/sounds/Jay Chou - An hao.rbs&amp;colors=body:#ECECEC;border:#BBBBBB;button:#999999;player_text:#999999;playlist_text:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6793428-115857750073186954?l=cirquedufallacieux.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cirquedufallacieux.blogspot.com/feeds/115857750073186954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6793428&amp;postID=115857750073186954&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6793428/posts/default/115857750073186954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6793428/posts/default/115857750073186954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cirquedufallacieux.blogspot.com/2006/09/i-want-to-break-spell-youve-created.html' title='i want to break the spell you&apos;ve created'/><author><name>FIONA.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11993400949722340183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i150.photobucket.com/albums/s108/neckandchains/EMOTIONS.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6793428.post-115823525688456298</id><published>2006-09-14T16:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-18T19:10:59.556+08:00</updated><title type='text'>im not crazy, im just a little unwell</title><content type='html'>im so sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sore throat.&lt;br /&gt;blocked nose.&lt;br /&gt;sniffing now and then for now.&lt;br /&gt;im feeling rather warm, but no fever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had an effing headache for the whole day.&lt;br /&gt;i sense a heavy-head tomorrow morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not going to school tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;fwahh. SS test :'(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want my life to be like SanShun.&lt;br /&gt;awww.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash"  src="http://stat.radioblogclub.com/radio.blog/skins/mini/player.swf" allowScriptAccess="always" width="180px" height="23px"  bgcolor="#ECECEC"  id="radioblog_player_0"  FlashVars="id=0&amp;status=maximize&amp;filepath=http://www.asiancinemaexperience.com/radio.blog/sounds/Jay Chou - Twilight's Chapter Seven.rbs&amp;colors=body:#ECECEC;border:#BBBBBB;button:#999999;player_text:#999999;playlist_text:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6793428-115823525688456298?l=cirquedufallacieux.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cirquedufallacieux.blogspot.com/feeds/115823525688456298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6793428&amp;postID=115823525688456298&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6793428/posts/default/115823525688456298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6793428/posts/default/115823525688456298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cirquedufallacieux.blogspot.com/2006/09/im-not-crazy-im-just-little-unwell.html' title='im not crazy, im just a little unwell'/><author><name>FIONA.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11993400949722340183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i150.photobucket.com/albums/s108/neckandchains/EMOTIONS.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6793428.post-115813716070700136</id><published>2006-09-13T16:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-13T16:46:00.710+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a new beginning</title><content type='html'>exams are approaching.&lt;br /&gt;so are the common tests!&lt;br /&gt;argh. homework.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash"  src="http://stat.radioblogclub.com/radio.blog/skins/mini/player.swf" allowScriptAccess="always" width="180px" height="23px"  bgcolor="#ECECEC"  id="radioblog_player_0"  FlashVars="id=0&amp;status=maximize&amp;filepath=http://www.neckofwoods.com/radio/sounds/Muse - Feeling Good.rbs&amp;colors=body:#ECECEC;border:#BBBBBB;button:#999999;player_text:#999999;playlist_text:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6793428-115813716070700136?l=cirquedufallacieux.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cirquedufallacieux.blogspot.com/feeds/115813716070700136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6793428&amp;postID=115813716070700136&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6793428/posts/default/115813716070700136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6793428/posts/default/115813716070700136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cirquedufallacieux.blogspot.com/2006/09/new-beginning.html' title='a new beginning'/><author><name>FIONA.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11993400949722340183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i150.photobucket.com/albums/s108/neckandchains/EMOTIONS.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6793428.post-115807205920895709</id><published>2006-09-12T22:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-13T16:42:24.130+08:00</updated><title type='text'>but i'm addicted</title><content type='html'>i've downloaded a hell load of &lt;strong&gt;Muse&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;Breaking Benjamin&lt;/strong&gt; songs! ahhaha. so now i am very happy happy happy :D i'm nodding my head to the drums beats of their songs now. they so-rock, and literally too! Hah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-rock-on! gesture-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here are some songs you guys should check out and rock along with :) you can stop my blog's music and listen. heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Breaking Benjamin:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed id="radioblog_player_0" src="http://stat.radioblogclub.com/radio.blog/skins/mini/player.swf" width="180" height="23" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" bgcolor="#FFFFFF" flashvars="id=0&amp;status=maximize&amp;amp;filepath=http://radio.lesbretons.com/sounds/Breaking Benjamin - The Diary Of Jane.rbs&amp;colors=body:#FFFFFF;border:#990000;button:#990000;player_text:#000000;playlist_text:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed id="radioblog_player_0" src="http://stat.radioblogclub.com/radio.blog/skins/mini/player.swf" width="180" height="23" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" flashvars="id=0&amp;status=maximize&amp;amp;filepath=http://www.beyondpotter.com/radio/HARRYPLAYLIST/sounds/Breaking Benjamin - Blow Me Away.rbs&amp;colors=body:#FFFFFF;border:#990000;button:#990000;player_text:#000000;playlist_text:#999999;" bgcolor="#FFFFFF" allowscriptaccess="always"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed id="radioblog_player_0" src="http://stat.radioblogclub.com/radio.blog/skins/mini/player.swf" width="180" height="23" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" flashvars="id=0&amp;status=maximize&amp;amp;filepath=http://www.ryst.net/main/sounds/Breaking Benjamin - Forget It.rbs&amp;colors=body:#FFFFFF;border:#990000;button:#990000;player_text:#000000;playlist_text:#999999;" bgcolor="#FFFFFF" allowscriptaccess="always"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed id="radioblog_player_0" src="http://stat.radioblogclub.com/radio.blog/skins/mini/player.swf" width="180" height="23" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" flashvars="id=0&amp;status=maximize&amp;amp;filepath=http://www.team-e5.com/radio/sounds/Breaking Benjamin - So Cold.rbs&amp;colors=body:#FFFFFF;border:#990000;button:#990000;player_text:#000000;playlist_text:#999999;" bgcolor="#FFFFFF" allowscriptaccess="always"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Muse:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed id="radioblog_player_0" src="http://stat.radioblogclub.com/radio.blog/skins/mini/player.swf" width="180" height="23" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" flashvars="id=0&amp;status=maximize&amp;amp;filepath=http://tr1pcy.free.fr/blog/radio/alpha/../sounds/Muse - Time Is Running Out.rbs&amp;colors=body:#FFFFFF;border:#000000;button:#000000;player_text:#CC0000;playlist_text:#999999;" bgcolor="#FFFFFF" allowscriptaccess="always"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed id="radioblog_player_0" src="http://stat.radioblogclub.com/radio.blog/skins/mini/player.swf" width="180" height="23" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" flashvars="id=0&amp;status=maximize&amp;amp;filepath=http://montalon.free.fr/radio.gratt/sounds/Muse - Supermassive Black Hole.rbs&amp;colors=body:#FFFFFF;border:#000000;button:#000000;player_text:#CC0000;playlist_text:#999999;" bgcolor="#FFFFFF" allowscriptaccess="always"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Others:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed id="radioblog_player_0" src="http://stat.radioblogclub.com/radio.blog/skins/mini/player.swf" width="180" height="23" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" flashvars="id=0&amp;status=maximize&amp;amp;filepath=http://radio.ipholio.com/exparty/sounds/Twista - Overnight Celebrity.rbs&amp;colors=body:#FFFFFF;border:#000000;button:#990000;player_text:#000000;playlist_text:#999999;" bgcolor="#FFFFFF" allowscriptaccess="always"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed id="radioblog_player_0" src="http://stat.radioblogclub.com/radio.blog/skins/mini/player.swf" width="180" height="23" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" flashvars="id=0&amp;status=maximize&amp;amp;filepath=http://pinks.main.jp/radio.blog/sounds/Ciara - Get Up (ft. Chamillionaire).rbs&amp;colors=body:#FFFFFF;border:#000000;button:#990000;player_text:#000000;playlist_text:#999999;" bgcolor="#FFFFFF" allowscriptaccess="always"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed id="radioblog_player_0" src="http://stat.radioblogclub.com/radio.blog/skins/mini/player.swf" width="180" height="23" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" flashvars="id=0&amp;status=maximize&amp;amp;filepath=http://www.beyondpotter.com/radio/HERMIONEPLAYLIST/sounds/Samantha Jade - Step Up.mp3.rbs&amp;colors=body:#FFFFFF;border:#000000;button:#990000;player_text:#000000;playlist_text:#999999;" bgcolor="#FFFFFF" allowscriptaccess="always"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed id="radioblog_player_0" src="http://stat.radioblogclub.com/radio.blog/skins/mini/player.swf" width="180" height="23" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" flashvars="id=0&amp;status=maximize&amp;amp;filepath=http://kitten.meorw.net/radio.blog/sounds/Kenny Loggins - Footloose.rbs&amp;colors=body:#FFFFFF;border:#000000;button:#990000;player_text:#000000;playlist_text:#999999;" bgcolor="#FFFFFF" allowscriptaccess="always"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed id="radioblog_player_0" src="http://stat.radioblogclub.com/radio.blog/skins/mini/player.swf" width="180" height="23" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" flashvars="id=0&amp;status=maximize&amp;amp;filepath=http://akeboshi.free.fr/Rock/radio.blog/sounds/Wham - Wake Me Up Before You Go Go.rbs&amp;colors=body:#FFFFFF;border:#000000;button:#990000;player_text:#000000;playlist_text:#999999;" bgcolor="#FFFFFF" allowscriptaccess="always"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday was a sad day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;today was a dumb one.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;supposed to go to IMM with Eelin. so we decided to try our luck to wait for the shuttle bus at Clementi. well, when we just arrived, the bus drove away. Ha, so we went to JE interchange and tried our luck again. how funny, we only realised we were walking the wrong direction when we arrived at the entertainment center. so we turned back. true enough, when we entered Popular, we saw the shuttle bus outside! yeah, we ran for it. and ironically, when we stepped out of Popular, the bus drove off. Ha ha. yeah, great. so we walked. that's not ALL, yet. normally we would just jay-walk over to the other side of the road to walk towards IMM. yeah guess what, that road divider was fenced up. yeah, we didn't know when the hell it was there, but yeah that green steel fence is there. and what? we climbed over. it was so retarded because Eelin was shrieking that she can't go over. Ha. but in the end, we made it! TADA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know it's retarded, so comment on this only if you have good thoughts about it :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KONBANWA.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6793428-115807205920895709?l=cirquedufallacieux.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cirquedufallacieux.blogspot.com/feeds/115807205920895709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6793428&amp;postID=115807205920895709&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6793428/posts/default/115807205920895709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6793428/posts/default/115807205920895709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cirquedufallacieux.blogspot.com/2006/09/but-im-addicted.html' title='but i&apos;m addicted'/><author><name>FIONA.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11993400949722340183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i150.photobucket.com/albums/s108/neckandchains/EMOTIONS.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6793428.post-115798915420896475</id><published>2006-09-11T23:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-11T23:39:14.480+08:00</updated><title type='text'>everything's down</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;i can't log in to MSN. grrrh.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so is there dance tomorrow?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;RUNIE YOU DIDN'T REPLY ME.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOW COULD YOU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Slither&lt;/strong&gt; is a stupid &amp; disgusting movie.&lt;br /&gt;i rate it 2 out of 5 stars. YUGH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;school timetable changed.&lt;br /&gt;yeah, &lt;em&gt;they didn't announce it either&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;so effing dumb can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;watched&lt;strong&gt; The Day After Tomorrow&lt;/strong&gt; on HBO just now. so yeah Dalton, i can return you your VCD tomorrow, or do you want it &lt;em&gt;the day after tomorrow&lt;/em&gt;? Ha. lameshit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm angsty.&lt;br /&gt;everything just isn't right today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6793428-115798915420896475?l=cirquedufallacieux.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cirquedufallacieux.blogspot.com/feeds/115798915420896475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6793428&amp;postID=115798915420896475&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6793428/posts/default/115798915420896475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6793428/posts/default/115798915420896475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cirquedufallacieux.blogspot.com/2006/09/everythings-down.html' title='everything&apos;s down'/><author><name>FIONA.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11993400949722340183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i150.photobucket.com/albums/s108/neckandchains/EMOTIONS.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6793428.post-115787436604443652</id><published>2006-09-10T15:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-10T15:56:32.466+08:00</updated><title type='text'>nostalgia</title><content type='html'>i was browsing through my 200 over testimonials in Friendster just now. i realised how much we had changed. i saw testimonials from Alethia and Joanne which i thought i had never received before. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alethia gave me something like:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;`[[hiees..]]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;`[[fiona arh??]]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;`[[dun reali noe her well cuz diff klass]]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;`[[is in da grp da breakerZ]]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;`[[cool name (:]]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;`[[hangs out wif brenda, shimin n eelin]]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;`[[ a veh cute n chio gurl]]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;`[[cnf lotsa guys jio ryt? *winkz*]]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;`[[met eu n shimin on e bus tt tym]]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;`[[wonder if eu still rmb. hehs.]]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;`[[heard eu're crazee over 6ix ya?]]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;`[[hahs. hope to noe eu betta ba]]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;`[[stay chio n cute 4va]]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;`[[bieess..]]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love&lt;br /&gt;alethia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**dun forget moi testi horh. hahs.**&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;and Jo's like:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;hEY fiona... dun noE u wEll enuff lEh.... writE wAd.. onli noE tt shE isH oso knowN as chio bu... hAIz.. wAD to writE abT u nE? shE looKs typically sweet.. hHEe i guEss.. eRmx... wElllah...&lt;br /&gt;FIONA.FIONA.FIONA.FIONA.&lt;br /&gt;FIONA.FIONA.FIONA.FIONA.&lt;br /&gt;FIONA.FIONA.FIONA.FIONA.&lt;br /&gt;FIONA.FIONA.FIONA.FIONA.&lt;br /&gt;FIONA.FIONA.FIONA.FIONA.&lt;br /&gt;FIONA.FIONA.FIONA.FIONA.&lt;br /&gt;FIONA.FIONA.FIONA.FIONA.&lt;br /&gt;FIONA.FIONA.FIONA.FIONA.&lt;br /&gt;FIONA.FIONA.FIONA.FIONA.&lt;br /&gt;dunno wAd to say lE... hEHe.. okiEx.. writE fEr mE oso kaEz.. bubyEx~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Lol! do you girls remember? ;)&lt;br /&gt;'cos i didnt. Ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;of course, reading the ones that my beloveds gave me just makes me smile and think about the good old times we had :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to end off, check out this testimonial from brother Jamesss:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;hai. ai am hear to lite a testimonia fo eu.&lt;br /&gt;haha. shi is wan gel dat es bely nauty&lt;br /&gt;wan. shi take foto of mi dring wate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha. type like that very difficult. she took photos of me at the water cooler, tucking in my shirt. this little imp. she is little and an imp. ahha. so bad one. lucky the second time i nv fall for her trick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fiona: james!&lt;br /&gt;jamesss: what.&lt;br /&gt;fiona: look here.&lt;br /&gt;jamesss: no. haha.&lt;br /&gt;jamess walks away. lol ahhaha!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she is a good friend who praises me sometimes. haha. praising me doesn't make her a good friend. it is how she is. her character, personality. yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a cool friend to have. cause she says she will gimme a better testimonial if i give her a good one. but, who cares. just to have a friend like her is enough. but it doesn't hurt to ask for a testimonial.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;usually a good friend would give you a testimonial.haha. so friends, give your friends testimonials.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what the hell..&lt;br /&gt;haha. take care yeah. =))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love you people :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6793428-115787436604443652?l=cirquedufallacieux.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cirquedufallacieux.blogspot.com/feeds/115787436604443652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6793428&amp;postID=115787436604443652&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6793428/posts/default/115787436604443652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6793428/posts/default/115787436604443652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cirquedufallacieux.blogspot.com/2006/09/nostalgia.html' title='nostalgia'/><author><name>FIONA.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11993400949722340183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i150.photobucket.com/albums/s108/neckandchains/EMOTIONS.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6793428.post-115786700772167420</id><published>2006-09-10T13:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-10T15:06:46.613+08:00</updated><title type='text'>too much time</title><content type='html'>when you have too much time to think,&lt;br /&gt;you'll think too much.&lt;br /&gt;when you think too much, you'll cry.&lt;br /&gt;then you stop, and wonder why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seow told me this.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; it seems very true to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had too much time to think,&lt;br /&gt;i thought too much.&lt;br /&gt;i kept thinking why did i lose the things i had lost.&lt;br /&gt;why did i lose my sanity over minor matters?&lt;br /&gt;why did i lose my youth to time?&lt;br /&gt;why did i lose you?&lt;br /&gt;maybe i didn't cry, but i stopped and wondered why was i even thinking about them. im wasting time. however, things just keep coming back. i dont want to blame you, but somehow you just appear in my mind now and then. is that insaneness?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hope not.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6793428-115786700772167420?l=cirquedufallacieux.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cirquedufallacieux.blogspot.com/feeds/115786700772167420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6793428&amp;postID=115786700772167420&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6793428/posts/default/115786700772167420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6793428/posts/default/115786700772167420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cirquedufallacieux.blogspot.com/2006/09/too-much-time.html' title='too much time'/><author><name>FIONA.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11993400949722340183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i150.photobucket.com/albums/s108/neckandchains/EMOTIONS.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6793428.post-115764995150688552</id><published>2006-09-08T01:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-08T11:00:43.360+08:00</updated><title type='text'>so contagious</title><content type='html'>Randomness. Ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guitar makes me high.&lt;br /&gt;piano makes me high.&lt;br /&gt;but i can play neither :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;my soulmate definitely needs to:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;have a good vocal (to sing to me).&lt;br /&gt;know how to appreciate the arts.&lt;br /&gt;be sensitive &amp; understanding.&lt;br /&gt;be averagely tanned, and taller than me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;be rather faithful, and responsible.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;have a good sense of punctuality.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;be the decision maker most of the time (i hate guys who say 'anything lor'), but ask me for suggestions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;be humorous (to entertain or cheer me up).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;know his stuff (when to be serious &amp;amp; when not).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;be as crazy as me! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;however, preferably:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;plays the guitar.&lt;br /&gt;plays the piano.&lt;br /&gt;dances.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;makes pizza/tiramisu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;he definitely cannot be:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;a smoker.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;a drug addict.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;an alcoholic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;an abuser.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;very fair-skinned.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;too skinny.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;fashion sense-less.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;too tall.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;secretive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;a &lt;strong&gt;BIG&lt;/strong&gt; flirt (im alright with a small one).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;i'll add in more when i think of them :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY, KENRIC WAN XUE MING!&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6793428-115764995150688552?l=cirquedufallacieux.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cirquedufallacieux.blogspot.com/feeds/115764995150688552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6793428&amp;postID=115764995150688552&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6793428/posts/default/115764995150688552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6793428/posts/default/115764995150688552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cirquedufallacieux.blogspot.com/2006/09/so-contagious.html' title='so contagious'/><author><name>FIONA.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11993400949722340183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i150.photobucket.com/albums/s108/neckandchains/EMOTIONS.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6793428.post-115760649062047234</id><published>2006-09-07T13:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-07T13:21:30.740+08:00</updated><title type='text'>TELL ME ABOUT YOURSELF - The Survey</title><content type='html'>got this off Jamesss' blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Name: Fiona&lt;br /&gt;Birthday: 16th April&lt;br /&gt;Birthplace: Mount Elizabeth, Sg&lt;br /&gt;Current Location: Singapore&lt;br /&gt;Eye Color: dark brown&lt;br /&gt;Hair Color: reddish brown&lt;br /&gt;Height: 162cm&lt;br /&gt;Right Handed or Left Handed: Righty&lt;br /&gt;Your Heritage: mm?&lt;br /&gt;The Shoes You Wore Today: OP slippers&lt;br /&gt;Your Weakness: surprises&lt;br /&gt;Your Fears: darkness&lt;br /&gt;Your Perfect Pizza: HAWAIIAN!&lt;br /&gt;Goal You Would Like To Achieve This Year: get A1 for my subs except MT&amp;Humans.&lt;br /&gt;Your Most Overused Phrase On an instant messenger: helloo&lt;br /&gt;Thoughts First Waking Up: what day is it?&lt;br /&gt;Your Best Physical Feature: my eyes, maybe.&lt;br /&gt;Your Bedtime: supposedly 11pm.&lt;br /&gt;Your Most Missed Memory: sec2 moments, keaimao.&lt;br /&gt;MacDonalds or Burger King: Carl's Jr :)&lt;br /&gt;Single or Group Dates: both.&lt;br /&gt;Lipton Ice Tea or Nestea: none&lt;br /&gt;Chocolate or Vanilla: Chocolate.&lt;br /&gt;Cappuccino or Coffee: cappucino :)&lt;br /&gt;Do you Smoke: never&lt;br /&gt;Do you Swear: yes.&lt;br /&gt;Do you Sing: yes.&lt;br /&gt;Do you Shower Daily: yes.&lt;br /&gt;Have you Been in Love: yeap.&lt;br /&gt;Do you want to go to College: maybe SAJC.&lt;br /&gt;Do you want to get Married: maybe.&lt;br /&gt;Do you belive in yourself: always.&lt;br /&gt;Do you get Motion Sickness: nah.&lt;br /&gt;Do you think you are Attractive: no.&lt;br /&gt;Are you a Health Freak: maybe.&lt;br /&gt;Do you get along with your Parents: yea.&lt;br /&gt;Do you like Thunderstorms: depends.&lt;br /&gt;Do you play an Instrument: i dont think so.&lt;br /&gt;In the past month have you Drank Alcohol: yea&lt;br /&gt;In the past month have you Smoked: never.&lt;br /&gt;In the past month have you been on Drugs: never.&lt;br /&gt;In the past month have you gone on a Date: yea.&lt;br /&gt;In the past month have you gone to a Mall: yea&lt;br /&gt;In the past month have you eaten a box of Oreos: maybe.&lt;br /&gt;In the past month have you eaten Sushi: yes.&lt;br /&gt;In the past month have you been on Stage: yes.&lt;br /&gt;In the past month have you been Dumped: no.&lt;br /&gt;In the past month have you gone Skinny Dipping: no!&lt;br /&gt;In the past month have you Stolen Anything: no.&lt;br /&gt;Ever been Drunk: is being high counted?&lt;br /&gt;Ever been called a Tease: nah haha.&lt;br /&gt;Ever been Beaten up: no.&lt;br /&gt;Ever Shoplifted: maybe? :/&lt;br /&gt;How do you want to Die: peacefully.&lt;br /&gt;What do you want to be when you Grow Up: someone who can help people and make people live life happily to the fullest :) woah, deep.&lt;br /&gt;What country would you most like to Visit: NZ!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;In a Boy/Girl.&lt;br /&gt;Favourite Eye Color: anything's good.&lt;br /&gt;Favourite Hair Color: as long as it isn't blonde.&lt;br /&gt;Short or Long Hair: deifinitely something that doesnt make him look or feel funny. Ha.&lt;br /&gt;Height: taller.&lt;br /&gt;Weight: normal, average.&lt;br /&gt;Best Clothing Style: unique, but not to a certain extent of uniqueness. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Number of Drugs I have taken: --&lt;br /&gt;Number of CDs I own: i own one album, but i have alot of songs. Ha.&lt;br /&gt;Number of Piercings: one per ear.&lt;br /&gt;Number of Tattoos: zero.&lt;br /&gt;Number of things in my Past I Regret: forgot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gtg now. ciao.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6793428-115760649062047234?l=cirquedufallacieux.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cirquedufallacieux.blogspot.com/feeds/115760649062047234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6793428&amp;postID=115760649062047234&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6793428/posts/default/115760649062047234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6793428/posts/default/115760649062047234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cirquedufallacieux.blogspot.com/2006/09/tell-me-about-yourself-survey.html' title='TELL ME ABOUT YOURSELF - The Survey'/><author><name>FIONA.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11993400949722340183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i150.photobucket.com/albums/s108/neckandchains/EMOTIONS.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6793428.post-115760231986423158</id><published>2006-09-06T23:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-07T12:11:59.896+08:00</updated><title type='text'>move along</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I SAW NIC TODAY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OUTSIDE PLAZA SINGAPURA!&lt;br /&gt;YES! &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;THE ONE FROM MLB!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i was sitting inside TCC when he was walking off just outside. i missed him!&lt;br /&gt;WAAAAAAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i called my mom immediately and i think she went '...' lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yeah,&lt;br /&gt;Dalton, Ryan, Jinggan, Melissa and i went all the way to Changi Airport &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;just to eat Mac&lt;/span&gt;. Lol. how cool is that? nah, we realised there wasn't any time left so we filled our stomachs instead of walking around. Ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;study @ Bugis Starbucks tmr.&lt;br /&gt;au revoir.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6793428-115760231986423158?l=cirquedufallacieux.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cirquedufallacieux.blogspot.com/feeds/115760231986423158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6793428&amp;postID=115760231986423158&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6793428/posts/default/115760231986423158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6793428/posts/default/115760231986423158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cirquedufallacieux.blogspot.com/2006/09/move-along.html' title='move along'/><author><name>FIONA.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11993400949722340183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i150.photobucket.com/albums/s108/neckandchains/EMOTIONS.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6793428.post-115734632309451080</id><published>2006-09-04T12:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-04T13:05:23.186+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the tip of the iceberg</title><content type='html'>i'm desperate for alot of things now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MORE MUSIC!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Breaking Benjamin.&lt;br /&gt;Muse.&lt;br /&gt;Acceptance.&lt;br /&gt;anyone who has them send me, okay? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NEW HEADPHONES!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the left side of my headphones died :'( &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;aww, those are the ones Chekwye gave me~&lt;/span&gt; i'm so sad.&lt;br /&gt;-sniffs-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SHOPPING!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want to buy new headphones, a new wallet for someone, my Saiyuki book 6, hair wax, and maybe some more clothes! &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;this would be satisfied real soon, right Chrissy? :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MOTIVATION!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i seriously need to start studying. Now.&lt;br /&gt;anyone who needs a companion to study with, a tutor, or anyone who can help me in my SS, A Math and Physics, find me. hahah :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Wednesday is booked for Chrissy already though :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;dont let the mountain crumble;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;when im already at the top of it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;time flies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's the EOY exams a few weeks from now. -shivers- i need to buck up in my Humanities, A Math, Physics and Chem! la la la. i need help, sooner or later. i might take a hiatus from blogging for a little while as well. although sometimes i may get tempted and blog a short entry, but yea. &lt;strong&gt;toodles all!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6793428-115734632309451080?l=cirquedufallacieux.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cirquedufallacieux.blogspot.com/feeds/115734632309451080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6793428&amp;postID=115734632309451080&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6793428/posts/default/115734632309451080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6793428/posts/default/115734632309451080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cirquedufallacieux.blogspot.com/2006/09/tip-of-iceberg.html' title='the tip of the iceberg'/><author><name>FIONA.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11993400949722340183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i150.photobucket.com/albums/s108/neckandchains/EMOTIONS.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6793428.post-115703386807323951</id><published>2006-08-31T21:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-31T22:17:48.916+08:00</updated><title type='text'>happy and high's a great feeling</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I'M SO HAPPY!&lt;br /&gt;I'M SO HIGH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'VE BOUGHT MY NIKE BAG!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHEEETS. HOT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Teachers' Day&lt;/strong&gt; Celebration in school today. in collaboration with a charity movement,'Be Yourself Day', we donated 2 bucks and get to dress up today as well, according to a certain theme! one theme per class.&lt;strong&gt; 3A1's Retro.&lt;/strong&gt; however, the whole school seemed to wear casual generally. LOL. so yeah, whatever la. all's fun today for me :) yes, photos!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b364/fionaax/snap001.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;the girls; Alethia, Xueying, and Vanessa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b364/fionaax/snap002.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Daryl and KinMeng. followed by KimSeng.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b364/fionaax/snap003.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and don't you think &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Dixie&lt;/span&gt; just look so handsome in that attire? :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to come to think of it, i have a fetish for guys who dress up this way. nyahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;had a haircut along with Dalton, Ryan, and Gan after dismissal. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;IM A HAPPY GIRL TODAY.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YAY.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6793428-115703386807323951?l=cirquedufallacieux.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cirquedufallacieux.blogspot.com/feeds/115703386807323951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6793428&amp;postID=115703386807323951&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6793428/posts/default/115703386807323951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6793428/posts/default/115703386807323951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cirquedufallacieux.blogspot.com/2006/08/happy-and-highs-great-feeling.html' title='happy and high&apos;s a great feeling'/><author><name>FIONA.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11993400949722340183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i150.photobucket.com/albums/s108/neckandchains/EMOTIONS.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6793428.post-115695706064795385</id><published>2006-08-30T23:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-31T00:57:46.403+08:00</updated><title type='text'>how random is random</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;just how random can guys, or just Chrissy himself, can get?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we started doing some lame quizzes on &lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/"&gt;http://www.blogthings.com/&lt;/a&gt; and he started being so hysterical about my generated &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Japanese &lt;/span&gt;name. oh yeah, note his MSN nickname. HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;/:FIONA- MUSE. says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;mmmm. my full name's Rieko Reizei. Fiona is Nanako Kawashi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;///Bboy V2: Some fucker's got my swimming trunks. says:&lt;br /&gt;nanako sounds cuter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;///Bboy V2: Some fucker's got my swimming trunks. says:&lt;br /&gt;sounds more love hina-ish and megatokyo-ish&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;///Bboy V2: Some fucker's got my swimming trunks. says:&lt;br /&gt;but rieko reizei sounds cooler&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;///Bboy V2: Some fucker's got my swimming trunks. says:&lt;br /&gt;like a pop star&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;///Bboy V2: Some fucker's got my swimming trunks. says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;unfortunatly also sounds like a jap power ranger&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;/:FIONA- MUSE. says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;LOL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;/:FIONA- MUSE. says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;WHERE GOT JAP POWER RANGER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;///Bboy V2: Some fucker's got my swimming trunks. says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;reiko reizeri, power up!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;///Bboy V2: Some fucker's got my swimming trunks. says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;use utility belt, reiko-san!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;///Bboy V2: Some fucker's got my swimming trunks. says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;destroy the enemy, go-go reizei rangers!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;///Bboy V2: Some fucker's got my swimming trunks. says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;yeah and kids all over the world will be tuning in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;/:FIONA- MUSE. says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;good i'll be a blockbuster. =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;///Bboy V2: Some fucker's got my swimming trunks. says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;yeah and then they will be traumatised&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;/:FIONA- MUSE. says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;then parents will start calling in and i shall appreciate the complaints.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;///Bboy V2: Some fucker's got my swimming trunks. says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;narcissistic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then, all of a sudden, he wanted to ask me about i had ever posted a bulletin on Friendster before. what did he do? something &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;funny&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;///Bboy V2: Some fucker's got my swimming trunks. says:&lt;br /&gt;anyways i wanna ask u something&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;///Bboy V2: Some fucker's got my swimming trunks. says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;will u marry me?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;///Bboy V2: Some fucker's got my swimming trunks. says:&lt;br /&gt;lol no&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;/:FIONA- MUSE. says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;HUH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;///Bboy V2: Some fucker's got my swimming trunks. says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;anyways have you ever posted a bulletin before&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;/:FIONA- MUSE. says:&lt;br /&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;///Bboy V2: Some fucker's got my swimming trunks. says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;no lah the way i said it sounds so mushy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;///Bboy V2: Some fucker's got my swimming trunks. says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;even though i was just asking whether you have posted a bulletin on frenster&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;/:FIONA- MUSE. says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;THATS SO FUNNY CAN. DO THAT AGAIN WHEN WE MEET UP LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;///Bboy V2: Some fucker's got my swimming trunks. says:&lt;br /&gt;YAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;///Bboy V2: Some fucker's got my swimming trunks. says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;lets go to bahamas for our honeymoon&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;///Bboy V2: Some fucker's got my swimming trunks. says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and then we'll have a big house&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;///Bboy V2: Some fucker's got my swimming trunks. says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(insert random stuff from mushy chinese serials here)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL. yea and we started discussing about our &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;honeymoo&lt;/span&gt;n and stuff. as quoted from Chrissy, it's &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"something about snow in nz then ends up with a literal electrifying nite"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. HAHAHA. it's damn funny. then we even talked about naming the child. he's just so intelligent to call it &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;'Chris the second'&lt;/span&gt; and he went &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"woah"&lt;/span&gt;. and yeah we also argued over the roles of the father and mother. HAHAHAHA. i couldn't stop laughing last night thanks to him :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;yeah and Chrissy's &lt;em&gt;sizzling &lt;/em&gt;hot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;can you believe it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;imma have a hot fling with him on the day we go out for shopping.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;HAHA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow's &lt;strong&gt;Retro&lt;/strong&gt; day, &lt;strong&gt;Teachers' Day&lt;/strong&gt;, and dearest sister &lt;strong&gt;Melissa's birthday&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;HAPPY 13th BIRTHDAY GIRL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;grow up faster :)&lt;br /&gt;good night all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6793428-115695706064795385?l=cirquedufallacieux.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cirquedufallacieux.blogspot.com/feeds/115695706064795385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6793428&amp;postID=115695706064795385&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6793428/posts/default/115695706064795385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6793428/posts/default/115695706064795385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cirquedufallacieux.blogspot.com/2006/08/how-random-is-random.html' title='how random is random'/><author><name>FIONA.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11993400949722340183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i150.photobucket.com/albums/s108/neckandchains/EMOTIONS.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6793428.post-115669329907849146</id><published>2006-08-27T23:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-27T23:41:39.140+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my lovely samsoon</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;My Lovely Samsoon! Wo Jiao Jin San Shun!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wooot im so addicted to the show. haha. a light-hearted romance drama. if my life was like hers, i'll be in heaven. they're sooo cute can :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bought a new &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Abercrombie &lt;/span&gt;tee.&lt;br /&gt;now i want more, more, MORE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cant wait to go shoppinggggg.&lt;br /&gt;i shall start being unique.&lt;br /&gt;yum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; PlayStation&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;i want to play &lt;strong&gt;Final Fantasy&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;AH BOO BOO, &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;DALTON&lt;/span&gt;!! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6793428-115669329907849146?l=cirquedufallacieux.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cirquedufallacieux.blogspot.com/feeds/115669329907849146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6793428&amp;postID=115669329907849146&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6793428/posts/default/115669329907849146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6793428/posts/default/115669329907849146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cirquedufallacieux.blogspot.com/2006/08/my-lovely-samsoon.html' title='my lovely samsoon'/><author><name>FIONA.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11993400949722340183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i150.photobucket.com/albums/s108/neckandchains/EMOTIONS.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6793428.post-115661351818326472</id><published>2006-08-27T01:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-27T01:31:58.273+08:00</updated><title type='text'>supermassive black hole</title><content type='html'>Dearest &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Dalton L&lt;/span&gt;im:&lt;br /&gt;cheer up and there'll always be us around :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Jinggan&lt;/span&gt; looks nice in crew tees.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;caught &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;An American Haunting&lt;/span&gt; with&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; Sherman&lt;/span&gt; today.&lt;br /&gt;i rate it &lt;strong&gt;8 out of 10&lt;/strong&gt;! it's a nice movie :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;i saw this &lt;strong&gt;Nike &lt;/strong&gt;bag, like WOW.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's sooo much cheaper and unique.&lt;br /&gt;brown and pink. nice.&lt;br /&gt;on the other hand, the new arrivals are more worth it, though expensive. GAH. this is the factor why i avoid shopping (although temptation always conquer me).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;GOOD NIGHT ALL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6793428-115661351818326472?l=cirquedufallacieux.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cirquedufallacieux.blogspot.com/feeds/115661351818326472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6793428&amp;postID=115661351818326472&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6793428/posts/default/115661351818326472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6793428/posts/default/115661351818326472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cirquedufallacieux.blogspot.com/2006/08/supermassive-black-hole.html' title='supermassive black hole'/><author><name>FIONA.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11993400949722340183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i150.photobucket.com/albums/s108/neckandchains/EMOTIONS.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6793428.post-115643014251681118</id><published>2006-08-24T22:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-24T22:35:42.573+08:00</updated><title type='text'>loving me loving you</title><content type='html'>bought new converse shoes. white canvas ones. i cant bear to wear my adidas to school already. it's getting scratched everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-heart breaks-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;found another pair of converse shoes to buy too. some kind of brown micro-fibre kind. very nice. i like like :) &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;seventy bucks&lt;/span&gt; so yeah. shall buy it if i have leftovers from my shopping. heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my hair's getting thicker and longer.&lt;br /&gt;yes, trimming it soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6793428-115643014251681118?l=cirquedufallacieux.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cirquedufallacieux.blogspot.com/feeds/115643014251681118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6793428&amp;postID=115643014251681118&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6793428/posts/default/115643014251681118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6793428/posts/default/115643014251681118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cirquedufallacieux.blogspot.com/2006/08/loving-me-loving-you.html' title='loving me loving you'/><author><name>FIONA.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11993400949722340183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i150.photobucket.com/albums/s108/neckandchains/EMOTIONS.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6793428.post-115633228365317643</id><published>2006-08-23T19:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-23T19:24:43.653+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the words which came from inspiration</title><content type='html'>i wrote two new songs.&lt;br /&gt;one's inspired by one of Sueann's blog post :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;signed up for a songwriting competition.&lt;br /&gt;details have yet to be known though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woohoo :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6793428-115633228365317643?l=cirquedufallacieux.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cirquedufallacieux.blogspot.com/feeds/115633228365317643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6793428&amp;postID=115633228365317643&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6793428/posts/default/115633228365317643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6793428/posts/default/115633228365317643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cirquedufallacieux.blogspot.com/2006/08/words-which-came-from-inspiration.html' title='the words which came from inspiration'/><author><name>FIONA.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11993400949722340183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i150.photobucket.com/albums/s108/neckandchains/EMOTIONS.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6793428.post-115633205785145284</id><published>2006-08-23T18:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-23T19:20:58.043+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the things you do &amp; the things you say</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i've had enough of my class.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;you can mock and taunt at other people occasionally. it's fine. but i just think you guys are over-doing it. stop being so racist and size-ist. i bet you guys dont feel good when people mock you right? yeah Rubern, you keep mocking Randy about his whatever. you dont like Albert and Bulbul mocking you dont you? so stop asking me why am i so angry whenever you're teasing Randy. firstly, he's sitting right beside me and your laughter just irritates me seriously. secondly, you laugh at your own jokes when no one's laughing and you look like a retard. lastly, im sure you dont have the same tolerance like Randy not to retaliate and i dont think you know how it feels to be mocked at so dont do it. yeah Barak, you're nice but you're just too noisy. you can't stop talking, and you always grab EVERY opportunity to emphasize on Gabriel's size. so can i mock at you saying you're skinny and short? you wont like it. nobody likes it. &lt;strong&gt;i am not pin-pointing the people mentioned, because these people are not the only one.&lt;/strong&gt; i do not wish to elaborate. i am not over-reacting over this issue in class. it's been like this since the beginning of the year. i dont care if this is somewhat a habit that you guys had since last year or whatever. i can't imagine how you people put up with such nonsense. used to it? i dont think so.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&amp; i still have to emphasize that you guys SHOULD stop criticising and mocking Meixing. i would have screamed out loud in class if i were her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i have so much more to say but i forgot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;but heck it all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;yeah 3A1 is so peaceful, yes?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;where is the conscience in all the youths nowadays.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6793428-115633205785145284?l=cirquedufallacieux.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cirquedufallacieux.blogspot.com/feeds/115633205785145284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6793428&amp;postID=115633205785145284&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6793428/posts/default/115633205785145284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6793428/posts/default/115633205785145284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cirquedufallacieux.blogspot.com/2006/08/things-you-do-things-you-say.html' title='the things you do &amp; the things you say'/><author><name>FIONA.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11993400949722340183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i150.photobucket.com/albums/s108/neckandchains/EMOTIONS.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6793428.post-115616438138968779</id><published>2006-08-21T20:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-21T20:46:21.563+08:00</updated><title type='text'>when you said those words</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Sherman&lt;/span&gt; is so funny. i like.&lt;br /&gt;AHHAAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;im still stunned by your words.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i aint jealous. im &lt;strong&gt;disappointed.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;its either you dont understand,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;or it's just your type of thing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;yeah, cant change that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;no matter what, wish ya'll all the best.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i'll be here whenever wherever yeah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i can't wait to go shopping.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;CHRISSY FOO!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nyahaha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6793428-115616438138968779?l=cirquedufallacieux.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cirquedufallacieux.blogspot.com/feeds/115616438138968779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6793428&amp;postID=115616438138968779&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6793428/posts/default/115616438138968779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6793428/posts/default/115616438138968779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cirquedufallacieux.blogspot.com/2006/08/when-you-said-those-words.html' title='when you said those words'/><author><name>FIONA.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11993400949722340183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i150.photobucket.com/albums/s108/neckandchains/EMOTIONS.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6793428.post-115600143923176060</id><published>2006-08-19T23:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-19T23:30:39.456+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i love minute maid</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;yeah, i love the drink.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;if you dont, &lt;strong&gt;that's your problem.&lt;/strong&gt; not mine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I FEEL SO TIRED, YET SO &lt;strong&gt;GOOD&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;great job done today &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Revo&lt;/span&gt;! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;now we shall just hope we'll make it through the auditions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;the future awaits. hahah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i wanna thank my mama, for not being pissed with me for not going for dinner with her (&lt;em&gt;aww...&lt;/em&gt;).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i wanna thank Revo, for the great spirit of determination being demonstrated.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i shall express my love here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i love my family :)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;dad, mum, melissa (although irritating), paternal grandpa, paternal grandma, maternal grandpa, maternal grandma, all aunties &amp; uncles, darryll, delvin, hazel, bryan, wanyi, wanling, wanxing, norman, charmaine, jastala, brendon, zen, bertram, jade, andrew, yongxin.. many many! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i love my close friendssss :)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;eelin, shimin, christopher, darren, dalton, ryan, jinggan, alethia, vannessa, dixieee, jamesss, richie, ian, kenric, kaixiang, brenda.. many many! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i love IGNITES peeps :)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;SER, kenneth, benjamin zhu, sean, freddie, isabelle, lester, benjamin yeo, valancia, benjamin hum, ralene, yuki, joey, sharon, carin, marcus, mengrong, yeesiang, richard, laurel, judy.. YES :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i love anybody who treats me well :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;like, isn't that humans' nature? hah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah this is getting nowhere, i know.&lt;br /&gt;im brain dead and &lt;s&gt;tired &lt;/s&gt;&lt;em&gt;shagged&lt;/em&gt;. YEAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;GOOD NIGHT. &lt;strong&gt;BYE.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6793428-115600143923176060?l=cirquedufallacieux.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cirquedufallacieux.blogspot.com/feeds/115600143923176060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6793428&amp;postID=115600143923176060&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6793428/posts/default/115600143923176060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6793428/posts/default/115600143923176060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cirquedufallacieux.blogspot.com/2006/08/i-love-minute-maid.html' title='i love minute maid'/><author><name>FIONA.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11993400949722340183</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i150.photobucket.com/albums/s108/neckandchains/EMOTIONS.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
