<?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-7691180979140093983</id><updated>2012-01-28T10:13:01.938+08:00</updated><title type='text'>WINGS // if they take you away from me</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://time-calls.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7691180979140093983/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://time-calls.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7691180979140093983/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Brenda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12815636665961052459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>145</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7691180979140093983.post-24926002711661079</id><published>2009-09-19T19:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-19T19:49:23.777+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I've moved, but not gonna say where.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you want to know, you'll ask. If you don't, well, don't bother then. :3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7691180979140093983-24926002711661079?l=time-calls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://time-calls.blogspot.com/feeds/24926002711661079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7691180979140093983&amp;postID=24926002711661079' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7691180979140093983/posts/default/24926002711661079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7691180979140093983/posts/default/24926002711661079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://time-calls.blogspot.com/2009/09/ive-moved-but-not-gonna-say-where.html' title=''/><author><name>Brenda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12815636665961052459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7691180979140093983.post-4285656160313136022</id><published>2009-08-30T20:32:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-30T20:32:40.740+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Maybe I hang around here&lt;br /&gt;A little more than I should&lt;br /&gt;We both know I got somewhere else to go&lt;br /&gt;But I got something to tell you&lt;br /&gt;That I never thought I would&lt;br /&gt;But I believe you really ought to know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you&lt;br /&gt;I honestly love you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don't have to answer&lt;br /&gt;I see it in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it was better left unsaid&lt;br /&gt;This is pure and simple&lt;br /&gt;And you should realize&lt;br /&gt;That it's coming from my heart and not my head&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you&lt;br /&gt;I honestly love you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not trying to make you feel uncomfortable&lt;br /&gt;I'm not trying to make you anything at all&lt;br /&gt;But this feeling doesn't come along everyday&lt;br /&gt;And you shouldn't blow the chance&lt;br /&gt;When you've got the chance to say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you&lt;br /&gt;I honestly love you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If we both were born&lt;br /&gt;In another place and time&lt;br /&gt;This moment might be ending in a kiss&lt;br /&gt;But there you are with yours&lt;br /&gt;And here I am with mine&lt;br /&gt;So I guess we'll just be leaving it at this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you&lt;br /&gt;I honestly love you&lt;br /&gt;I honestly love you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7691180979140093983-4285656160313136022?l=time-calls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://time-calls.blogspot.com/feeds/4285656160313136022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7691180979140093983&amp;postID=4285656160313136022' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7691180979140093983/posts/default/4285656160313136022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7691180979140093983/posts/default/4285656160313136022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://time-calls.blogspot.com/2009/08/maybe-i-hang-around-here-little-more.html' title=''/><author><name>Brenda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12815636665961052459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7691180979140093983.post-1296549139450919520</id><published>2009-08-21T22:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-21T22:37:43.683+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My poor blog is crying out for me to post something. So here we are. Or here I am, rather. I'm making myself emo by listening to Josh Groban. *sniff sniff* And obviously not doing work. (To my credit, my hand seized up about half an hour ago in protest. Not kidding. I still can't write properly!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Side note: I managed to get the first 2 fingers of my left hand covered in super glue while making something yesterday. And got it off by this afternoon. I didn't even realise it until now when I realised my fingers feel smooth again. xD Cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Put out the light, then put out the light. ^^ Lit makeup lecture tomorrow. Not so nice way to start a saturday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7691180979140093983-1296549139450919520?l=time-calls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://time-calls.blogspot.com/feeds/1296549139450919520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7691180979140093983&amp;postID=1296549139450919520' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7691180979140093983/posts/default/1296549139450919520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7691180979140093983/posts/default/1296549139450919520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://time-calls.blogspot.com/2009/08/my-poor-blog-is-crying-out-for-me-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Brenda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12815636665961052459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7691180979140093983.post-1542908206690194661</id><published>2009-07-12T20:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-12T20:24:56.028+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Agapella concert was wonderful! (: So glad I could have the opportunity to help out. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;If I had a single flower for every time I think about you, I could walk forever in my garden.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7691180979140093983-1542908206690194661?l=time-calls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://time-calls.blogspot.com/feeds/1542908206690194661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7691180979140093983&amp;postID=1542908206690194661' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7691180979140093983/posts/default/1542908206690194661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7691180979140093983/posts/default/1542908206690194661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://time-calls.blogspot.com/2009/07/agapella-concert-was-wonderful-so-glad.html' title=''/><author><name>Brenda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12815636665961052459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7691180979140093983.post-2509849807761303675</id><published>2009-07-10T16:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T16:42:53.937+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Bio was abysmal. Pah. I want my GP paper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Bacterial cells have no DNA.&lt;/span&gt;" Ah, the quirks of marking bio papers- excepting the "@!$*%, did I teach wrongly?" part. o__O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Last night I looked up at the stars and matched each one with a reason why I love you. I was doing great until I ran out of stars.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7691180979140093983-2509849807761303675?l=time-calls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://time-calls.blogspot.com/feeds/2509849807761303675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7691180979140093983&amp;postID=2509849807761303675' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7691180979140093983/posts/default/2509849807761303675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7691180979140093983/posts/default/2509849807761303675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://time-calls.blogspot.com/2009/07/bio-was-abysmal.html' title=''/><author><name>Brenda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12815636665961052459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7691180979140093983.post-8672019472218591814</id><published>2009-07-08T19:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T19:09:57.285+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>YES I PASSED MATHHHHHHHHHHHH. (: (: (: (: And I jumped 3 grades. XD I'm happy!! But knowing that we're getting back bio tmr kinda takes the edge off it a teeny bit. &gt;.&lt; According to Bao who heard it from Png who heard it from a friend, the lowest score recieved for bio was 27/110. Which is.. dismal. Darn. Not very encouraging. My next goal is to pass bio! Sad case. ): Plus I and Bao can already imagine Ms Yee's major-guilt-inducing expression, which might be the worst part of all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;It's not my fault I love you; it's yours.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7691180979140093983-8672019472218591814?l=time-calls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://time-calls.blogspot.com/feeds/8672019472218591814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7691180979140093983&amp;postID=8672019472218591814' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7691180979140093983/posts/default/8672019472218591814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7691180979140093983/posts/default/8672019472218591814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://time-calls.blogspot.com/2009/07/yes-i-passed-mathhhhhhhhhhhh.html' title=''/><author><name>Brenda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12815636665961052459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7691180979140093983.post-1322111065132832774</id><published>2009-07-07T20:04:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T20:11:53.763+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>According to Yeewei who heard it from Tinghui who heard it from Matthew who heard it directly from the mouth of the &lt;s&gt;wolf&lt;/s&gt; Mrs Tag, we're getting back math scripts tomorrow. o___O I wanna pass!!!! I'm nervous now. Darn. I actually want all my papers back cos I wanna see how I did for bio, and I'm proud of my paper1PC script. Hehh. I think I'm going coconuts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been majorly slacking at home/outside. =p Went for karaoke yesterday with Yanghong Myrna Sean Wilson and Reginald. Went high screaming One Night in Beijing, went crazy acting out cigarette stories, went deaf listening to Ah Ma Lei Le. Lol! I don't think that's the original title, but that's what it ended up as. :3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeewei wants me to say she rocks. (: I have fulfilled my obligation. :3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I less than three you more than infinity.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7691180979140093983-1322111065132832774?l=time-calls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://time-calls.blogspot.com/feeds/1322111065132832774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7691180979140093983&amp;postID=1322111065132832774' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7691180979140093983/posts/default/1322111065132832774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7691180979140093983/posts/default/1322111065132832774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://time-calls.blogspot.com/2009/07/according-to-yeewei-who-heard-it-from.html' title=''/><author><name>Brenda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12815636665961052459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7691180979140093983.post-2145579540215042888</id><published>2009-07-03T20:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-03T20:26:22.772+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>First major exam of the year over. I have to say, this time it passed really fast. I barely had time to get over the trauma that was lit paper 4 before I found myself handing in my completed (for once) math paper. And I must say, this is the first time in 2 years that I feel I have a chance, however small, of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;passing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt; a math paper. Hmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7691180979140093983-2145579540215042888?l=time-calls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://time-calls.blogspot.com/feeds/2145579540215042888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7691180979140093983&amp;postID=2145579540215042888' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7691180979140093983/posts/default/2145579540215042888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7691180979140093983/posts/default/2145579540215042888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://time-calls.blogspot.com/2009/07/first-major-exam-of-year-over.html' title=''/><author><name>Brenda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12815636665961052459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7691180979140093983.post-8223748906070178303</id><published>2009-07-01T15:33:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T15:34:52.679+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Lit paper was demoralising. Bio paper was desensitising. Seriously, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;increase the hall temperature&lt;/span&gt; people. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I dreamt of a giant benzene ring with Mr Cheng's voice chasing me. -_-|||&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7691180979140093983-8223748906070178303?l=time-calls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://time-calls.blogspot.com/feeds/8223748906070178303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7691180979140093983&amp;postID=8223748906070178303' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7691180979140093983/posts/default/8223748906070178303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7691180979140093983/posts/default/8223748906070178303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://time-calls.blogspot.com/2009/07/lit-paper-was-demoralising.html' title=''/><author><name>Brenda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12815636665961052459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7691180979140093983.post-2016157202165852271</id><published>2009-06-22T21:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T22:05:52.699+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Two rats, tired of being chased, looked into a mirror and said," if only we were what we see in the mirror, then no one could ever chase us again and we'd be free forever!" The nightingale, owl and thrush were puzzled, for none of them saw anything that made sense in the mirror. However, the simple-minded tit looked and chirped happily, seeing herself exactly as she was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A dog looked into the mirror and said smugly to itself," if I were what I see in the mirror, even those rodents could not escape my clutches."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;What did the rats see in the mirror?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7691180979140093983-2016157202165852271?l=time-calls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://time-calls.blogspot.com/feeds/2016157202165852271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7691180979140093983&amp;postID=2016157202165852271' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7691180979140093983/posts/default/2016157202165852271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7691180979140093983/posts/default/2016157202165852271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://time-calls.blogspot.com/2009/06/two-rats-tired-of-being-chased-looked.html' title=''/><author><name>Brenda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12815636665961052459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7691180979140093983.post-5970937256734572040</id><published>2009-06-21T19:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T20:00:06.113+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Cartoon Laws Of Physics&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  1. Cartoon Law I&lt;br /&gt;     Any body suspended in space will remain in space until made aware of its situation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  2. Cartoon Law II&lt;br /&gt;     Any body in motion will tend to remain in motion until solid matter intervenes suddenly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  3. Cartoon Law III&lt;br /&gt;     Any body passing through solid matter will leave a perforation conforming to its perimeter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  4. Cartoon Law IV&lt;br /&gt;     The time required for an object to fall twenty stories is greater than or equal to the time it takes for whoever knocked it off the ledge to spiral down twenty flights to attempt to capture it unbroken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  5. Cartoon Law V&lt;br /&gt;     All principles of gravity are negated by fear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  6. Cartoon Law VI&lt;br /&gt;     As speed increases, objects can be in several places at once.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  7. Cartoon Law VII&lt;br /&gt;     Certain bodies can pass through solid walls painted to resemble tunnel entrances; others cannot. This trompe l'oeil inconsistency has baffled generations, but at least it is known that whoever paints an entrance on a wall's surface to trick an opponent will be unable to pursue him into this theoretical space. The painter is flattened against the wall when he attempts to follow into the painting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  8. Cartoon Law VIII&lt;br /&gt;     Any violent rearrangement of feline matter is impermanent. Cartoon cats possess even more deaths than the traditional nine lives, might comfortably afford. They can be decimated, spliced, splayed, accordion-pleated, spindled, or disassembled, but they cannot be destroyed. After a few moments of blinking self pity, they reinflate, elongate, snap back, or solidify.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     Corollary: A cat will assume the shape of its container.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  9. Cartoon Law IX&lt;br /&gt;     Everything falls faster than an anvil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 10. Cartoon Law X&lt;br /&gt;     For every vengeance there is an equal and opposite revengeance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       * Cartoon Law Amendment A&lt;br /&gt;         A sharp object will always propel a character upward. When poked (usually in the buttocks) with a sharp object (usually a pin), a character will defy gravity by shooting straight up, with great velocity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       * Cartoon Law Amendment B&lt;br /&gt;         The laws of object permanence are nullified for "cool" characters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       * Cartoon Law Amendment C&lt;br /&gt;         Explosive weapons cannot cause fatal injuries. They merely turn characters temporarily black and smoky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       * Cartoon Law Amendment D&lt;br /&gt;         Gravity is transmitted by slow-moving waves of large wavelengths.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       * Cartoon Law Amendment E&lt;br /&gt;         Dynamite is spontaneously generated in "C-spaces" (spaces in which cartoon laws hold).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7691180979140093983-5970937256734572040?l=time-calls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://time-calls.blogspot.com/feeds/5970937256734572040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7691180979140093983&amp;postID=5970937256734572040' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7691180979140093983/posts/default/5970937256734572040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7691180979140093983/posts/default/5970937256734572040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://time-calls.blogspot.com/2009/06/cartoon-laws-of-physics-1.html' title=''/><author><name>Brenda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12815636665961052459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7691180979140093983.post-130730815628423931</id><published>2009-06-20T23:24:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-20T23:25:11.393+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Solve these clues, which are in alphabetical order. The first letters of each answer are an anagram of the eight-letter codeword required.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nKDyZV--1H0/Sjz_M8dWlvI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/JNvLNg2Avf4/s1600-h/8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 298px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nKDyZV--1H0/Sjz_M8dWlvI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/JNvLNg2Avf4/s320/8.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349431055262062322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7691180979140093983-130730815628423931?l=time-calls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://time-calls.blogspot.com/feeds/130730815628423931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7691180979140093983&amp;postID=130730815628423931' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7691180979140093983/posts/default/130730815628423931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7691180979140093983/posts/default/130730815628423931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://time-calls.blogspot.com/2009/06/solve-these-clues-which-are-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Brenda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12815636665961052459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nKDyZV--1H0/Sjz_M8dWlvI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/JNvLNg2Avf4/s72-c/8.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7691180979140093983.post-4189045177513100304</id><published>2009-06-20T22:57:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-20T23:33:18.248+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A simple, three-button code sequence must be punched into the keypad in exactly the right order, otherwise the bomb will go off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Using the instructions from the bomb defusing manual, can you save the day?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nKDyZV--1H0/Sj0BM9mu96I/AAAAAAAAAJY/gQ_lxeV--QQ/s1600-h/6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 297px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nKDyZV--1H0/Sj0BM9mu96I/AAAAAAAAAJY/gQ_lxeV--QQ/s320/6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349433254593099682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Instructions&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;1. If the red button is pressed first, the yellow is second.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;2. If the red button is pressed second the yellow is third.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;3. If the yellow button is not pressed first, the blue is second.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;4. No button is pressed more than once.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;5. Do not hit the bomb with a large mallet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7691180979140093983-4189045177513100304?l=time-calls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://time-calls.blogspot.com/feeds/4189045177513100304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7691180979140093983&amp;postID=4189045177513100304' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7691180979140093983/posts/default/4189045177513100304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7691180979140093983/posts/default/4189045177513100304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://time-calls.blogspot.com/2009/06/simple-three-button-code-sequence-must.html' title=''/><author><name>Brenda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12815636665961052459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nKDyZV--1H0/Sj0BM9mu96I/AAAAAAAAAJY/gQ_lxeV--QQ/s72-c/6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7691180979140093983.post-305163800661690349</id><published>2009-06-20T22:43:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-20T23:33:54.908+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>You need to gain access beyond a door which blocks your path. The door is secured via a standard 4-digit combination lock, where all the digits are between 1 and 9.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your operatives in the field have been able to gather certain clues about the identity of the code, but now it's up to you to complete the job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;What code will gain you access?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nKDyZV--1H0/Sj0BUx54QWI/AAAAAAAAAJg/LE95wcFIF2M/s1600-h/7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 158px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nKDyZV--1H0/Sj0BUx54QWI/AAAAAAAAAJg/LE95wcFIF2M/s320/7.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349433388891128162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YELLOW = The average of all four digits&lt;br /&gt;RED = Sum of yellow and green digits&lt;br /&gt;GREEN = Number of letters in yellow digit&lt;br /&gt;BLUE = Difference between green and blue digits&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7691180979140093983-305163800661690349?l=time-calls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://time-calls.blogspot.com/feeds/305163800661690349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7691180979140093983&amp;postID=305163800661690349' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7691180979140093983/posts/default/305163800661690349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7691180979140093983/posts/default/305163800661690349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://time-calls.blogspot.com/2009/06/you-need-to-gain-access-beyond-door.html' title=''/><author><name>Brenda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12815636665961052459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nKDyZV--1H0/Sj0BUx54QWI/AAAAAAAAAJg/LE95wcFIF2M/s72-c/7.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7691180979140093983.post-1711133971604360365</id><published>2009-06-20T22:28:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-20T22:30:28.789+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A puzzle that needs no introduction.. literally. Both the question and answer are contained in this grid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nKDyZV--1H0/SjzyS2IlW0I/AAAAAAAAAIw/UyKXuPOuocQ/s1600-h/5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nKDyZV--1H0/SjzyS2IlW0I/AAAAAAAAAIw/UyKXuPOuocQ/s320/5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349416862992390978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7691180979140093983-1711133971604360365?l=time-calls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://time-calls.blogspot.com/feeds/1711133971604360365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7691180979140093983&amp;postID=1711133971604360365' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7691180979140093983/posts/default/1711133971604360365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7691180979140093983/posts/default/1711133971604360365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://time-calls.blogspot.com/2009/06/puzzle-that-needs-no-introduction.html' title=''/><author><name>Brenda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12815636665961052459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nKDyZV--1H0/SjzyS2IlW0I/AAAAAAAAAIw/UyKXuPOuocQ/s72-c/5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7691180979140093983.post-2743204823005748493</id><published>2009-06-15T00:51:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T23:09:17.985+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>1) If Vulcan was the Roman god of fire, cross out the E; otherwise cross out the A.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) If the River Kwai is found in Singapore, cross out the C; otherwise cross out the M.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) If &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Revolver&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Rubber Soul&lt;/span&gt; are tiles of Beatles albums, cross out the S; otherwise cross out the N.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) If Pluto is the coldest planet (take it as being a planet) in the solar system, cross out the P; otherwise cross out the Y.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) If an eagle means "two under par" in golf, cross out the T; otherwise cross out the R.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) If an icosahedron is a solid figure made from twenty hexagons, cross out the O; otherwise cross out the I.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nKDyZV--1H0/SjUqoA-XnrI/AAAAAAAAAIo/IK2l2fNATMk/s1600-h/4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 194px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nKDyZV--1H0/SjUqoA-XnrI/AAAAAAAAAIo/IK2l2fNATMk/s320/4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347226999517060786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;What word remains?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7691180979140093983-2743204823005748493?l=time-calls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://time-calls.blogspot.com/feeds/2743204823005748493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7691180979140093983&amp;postID=2743204823005748493' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7691180979140093983/posts/default/2743204823005748493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7691180979140093983/posts/default/2743204823005748493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://time-calls.blogspot.com/2009/06/1-if-vulcan-was-roman-god-of-fire-cross.html' title=''/><author><name>Brenda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12815636665961052459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nKDyZV--1H0/SjUqoA-XnrI/AAAAAAAAAIo/IK2l2fNATMk/s72-c/4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7691180979140093983.post-5501203198901876327</id><published>2009-06-15T00:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T00:37:21.376+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I have a monster that lives in my basement, and we use a primitive code to communicate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For example, if it says the number "16", I know it wants a vegetarian meal. If it says the number "10", I know it wants to eat meat, and a grunt of "2" means it fancies a more exotic delicacy. "20" means it's thirsty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;What should I do if, one day, it says "21"?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7691180979140093983-5501203198901876327?l=time-calls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://time-calls.blogspot.com/feeds/5501203198901876327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7691180979140093983&amp;postID=5501203198901876327' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7691180979140093983/posts/default/5501203198901876327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7691180979140093983/posts/default/5501203198901876327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://time-calls.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-have-monster-that-lives-in-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Brenda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12815636665961052459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7691180979140093983.post-7489383424145939205</id><published>2009-06-15T00:22:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T00:29:02.956+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This shopping list for food and other various household items was found in the handbag of an enemy agent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, a little bit of rearranging will show you that this list isn't as innocent as it first seems. &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Why?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nKDyZV--1H0/SjUlCc65sVI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/NlQsKHUqzC4/s1600-h/3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 191px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nKDyZV--1H0/SjUlCc65sVI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/NlQsKHUqzC4/s320/3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347220856625541458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7691180979140093983-7489383424145939205?l=time-calls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://time-calls.blogspot.com/feeds/7489383424145939205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7691180979140093983&amp;postID=7489383424145939205' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7691180979140093983/posts/default/7489383424145939205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7691180979140093983/posts/default/7489383424145939205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://time-calls.blogspot.com/2009/06/this-shopping-list-for-food-and-other.html' title=''/><author><name>Brenda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12815636665961052459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nKDyZV--1H0/SjUlCc65sVI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/NlQsKHUqzC4/s72-c/3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7691180979140093983.post-4447849516744844116</id><published>2009-06-14T18:57:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T00:29:51.919+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>You are trying to disarm this atomic model. Eleven of the atoms are neutral, but one is charged. You have to work out which one is the rogue and remove it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nKDyZV--1H0/SjUlZY-nvkI/AAAAAAAAAIY/lAZ2Rx4pYfg/s1600-h/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 257px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nKDyZV--1H0/SjUlZY-nvkI/AAAAAAAAAIY/lAZ2Rx4pYfg/s320/2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347221250704391746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Which is the dangerous atom, and what is so "neutral" about the other eleven letters?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7691180979140093983-4447849516744844116?l=time-calls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://time-calls.blogspot.com/feeds/4447849516744844116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7691180979140093983&amp;postID=4447849516744844116' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7691180979140093983/posts/default/4447849516744844116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7691180979140093983/posts/default/4447849516744844116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://time-calls.blogspot.com/2009/06/you-are-trying-to-disarm-this-atomic.html' title=''/><author><name>Brenda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12815636665961052459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nKDyZV--1H0/SjUlZY-nvkI/AAAAAAAAAIY/lAZ2Rx4pYfg/s72-c/2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7691180979140093983.post-8939013498995612847</id><published>2009-06-13T18:24:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T00:30:33.350+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>You are a secret agent on a mission. This mission requires you to attend a ball, which is a cover for a top secret meeting being held in a secret room below the dining hall. In order to gain access to this meeting, you have to be dressed in a particular way, with a particular item of clothing that becomes your pass into the room. The night before the ball, you find a calculator in your room. The calculator is left on and displays this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nKDyZV--1H0/SjUlmXiUo3I/AAAAAAAAAIg/xgXAO-BV9jg/s1600-h/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 189px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nKDyZV--1H0/SjUlmXiUo3I/AAAAAAAAAIg/xgXAO-BV9jg/s320/1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347221473655563122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You ponder for a moment, then smile to yourself; you know what the item of clothing is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;What is the item of clothing that allows you access into the meeting?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7691180979140093983-8939013498995612847?l=time-calls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://time-calls.blogspot.com/feeds/8939013498995612847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7691180979140093983&amp;postID=8939013498995612847' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7691180979140093983/posts/default/8939013498995612847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7691180979140093983/posts/default/8939013498995612847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://time-calls.blogspot.com/2009/06/you-are-secret-agent-on-mission.html' title=''/><author><name>Brenda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12815636665961052459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nKDyZV--1H0/SjUlmXiUo3I/AAAAAAAAAIg/xgXAO-BV9jg/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7691180979140093983.post-8333127324140358343</id><published>2009-06-13T17:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T17:14:01.240+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;There was no hint of beauty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;in the crown of thorns He wore,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;as His sacred head was bleeding&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and the crowd cried out for more;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;No loveliness in Jesus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;as He hung on Calvary's tree,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;but the cross He bore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and the thorns He wore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;make Him beautiful to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;When the thorns that I encounter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;pierce my heart with grief and pain,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I will lift my eyes to Jesus;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;He'll renew my strength again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;As I lean upon my Jesus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;He will make my trials grow dim;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and my heartfelt plea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and my bended knee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;make me beautiful to Him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7691180979140093983-8333127324140358343?l=time-calls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://time-calls.blogspot.com/feeds/8333127324140358343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7691180979140093983&amp;postID=8333127324140358343' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7691180979140093983/posts/default/8333127324140358343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7691180979140093983/posts/default/8333127324140358343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://time-calls.blogspot.com/2009/06/there-was-no-hint-of-beauty-in-crown-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Brenda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12815636665961052459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7691180979140093983.post-3836098051929706828</id><published>2009-05-23T00:31:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-23T00:39:11.909+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Concert's over! This marks the end of my term as a school chorister. After singing in school choirs for 10 years now, and knowing that I'll never sing in a school choir again, except as alumni, I sorta miss it already. But I know that no matter what, you can't stop the beat! (: Experiences in choir have been like no other, and nothing's ever going to be the same as singing in TJChoir. But then again comes the cliche statement, that once a TJChorister, always a TJChorister. I'll definitely be back again next year as an alumni!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But until then, goodbye and farewell!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7691180979140093983-3836098051929706828?l=time-calls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://time-calls.blogspot.com/feeds/3836098051929706828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7691180979140093983&amp;postID=3836098051929706828' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7691180979140093983/posts/default/3836098051929706828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7691180979140093983/posts/default/3836098051929706828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://time-calls.blogspot.com/2009/05/concerts-over-this-marks-end-of-my-term.html' title=''/><author><name>Brenda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12815636665961052459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7691180979140093983.post-5106396011295542437</id><published>2009-05-20T23:13:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T23:13:34.933+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;If we shadows have offended,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Think but this, and all is mended,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; That you have but slumber'd here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; While these visions did appear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; And this weak and idle theme,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; No more yielding but a dream,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Gentles, do not reprehend:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; if you pardon, we will mend:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; And, as I am an honest Puck,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; If we have unearned luck&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Now to 'scape the serpent's tongue,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; We will make amends ere long;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Else the Puck a liar call;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; So, good night unto you all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Give me your hands, if we be friends,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; And Robin shall restore amends.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7691180979140093983-5106396011295542437?l=time-calls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://time-calls.blogspot.com/feeds/5106396011295542437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7691180979140093983&amp;postID=5106396011295542437' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7691180979140093983/posts/default/5106396011295542437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7691180979140093983/posts/default/5106396011295542437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://time-calls.blogspot.com/2009/05/if-we-shadows-have-offended-think-but.html' title=''/><author><name>Brenda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12815636665961052459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7691180979140093983.post-5080278187194924675</id><published>2009-05-11T19:55:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T19:57:30.838+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Just cut my hair. Haven't had a hairstyle remotely like this for I think 12 years! Haha. But I look very different. XD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7691180979140093983-5080278187194924675?l=time-calls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://time-calls.blogspot.com/feeds/5080278187194924675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7691180979140093983&amp;postID=5080278187194924675' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7691180979140093983/posts/default/5080278187194924675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7691180979140093983/posts/default/5080278187194924675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://time-calls.blogspot.com/2009/05/just-cut-my-hair.html' title=''/><author><name>Brenda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12815636665961052459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7691180979140093983.post-8351381853400153733</id><published>2009-05-07T20:20:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T20:21:54.354+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nKDyZV--1H0/SgLSDSqzhEI/AAAAAAAAAHw/NDSkDXHhVJU/s1600-h/cake128b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 312px; height: 347px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nKDyZV--1H0/SgLSDSqzhEI/AAAAAAAAAHw/NDSkDXHhVJU/s400/cake128b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333055862752904258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hairspray takes the cake. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reflections X, 22nd May Friday, 7.30pm at VCH. Tickets are priced at $12 and $16. Hurry and get your tickets, before demand exceeds supply!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7691180979140093983-8351381853400153733?l=time-calls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://time-calls.blogspot.com/feeds/8351381853400153733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7691180979140093983&amp;postID=8351381853400153733' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7691180979140093983/posts/default/8351381853400153733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7691180979140093983/posts/default/8351381853400153733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://time-calls.blogspot.com/2009/05/hairspray-takes-cake.html' title=''/><author><name>Brenda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12815636665961052459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nKDyZV--1H0/SgLSDSqzhEI/AAAAAAAAAHw/NDSkDXHhVJU/s72-c/cake128b.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7691180979140093983.post-8610681474204281728</id><published>2009-04-21T23:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T23:04:17.588+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Yes, I know this place is dead/dusty/mouldy/virus-infected. =p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7691180979140093983-8610681474204281728?l=time-calls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://time-calls.blogspot.com/feeds/8610681474204281728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7691180979140093983&amp;postID=8610681474204281728' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7691180979140093983/posts/default/8610681474204281728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7691180979140093983/posts/default/8610681474204281728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://time-calls.blogspot.com/2009/04/yes-i-know-this-place-is.html' title=''/><author><name>Brenda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12815636665961052459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7691180979140093983.post-5112057250085535900</id><published>2009-04-10T11:33:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T11:35:47.015+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Got back PW yesterday. With all the rubbish that was thrown our way last year, I'm actually not surprised. I am surprised, however, that from 30+% As we can jump to 90+% ABs. -___-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7691180979140093983-5112057250085535900?l=time-calls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://time-calls.blogspot.com/feeds/5112057250085535900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7691180979140093983&amp;postID=5112057250085535900' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7691180979140093983/posts/default/5112057250085535900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7691180979140093983/posts/default/5112057250085535900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://time-calls.blogspot.com/2009/04/got-back-pw-yesterday.html' title=''/><author><name>Brenda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12815636665961052459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7691180979140093983.post-3697224397037057414</id><published>2009-03-30T22:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T22:21:41.769+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Got back chemistry today, and apparently Ms Wong defies all forms of systematic marking whatsoever. I got a 9/8 for part d of my essay question. HMM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I am still in shock that I actually passed a chemistry paper (with higher than S) for the first time in my TJ life. o__O&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7691180979140093983-3697224397037057414?l=time-calls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://time-calls.blogspot.com/feeds/3697224397037057414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7691180979140093983&amp;postID=3697224397037057414' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7691180979140093983/posts/default/3697224397037057414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7691180979140093983/posts/default/3697224397037057414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://time-calls.blogspot.com/2009/03/got-back-chemistry-today-and-apparently.html' title=''/><author><name>Brenda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12815636665961052459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7691180979140093983.post-7559977265620443539</id><published>2009-03-17T18:08:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T18:10:05.609+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hmm it's been almost a month since I last blogged! Heh. Hello Ivy! And I'm supposed to be mugging for MCTs but I'm evidently slacking. -__- Lalala.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7691180979140093983-7559977265620443539?l=time-calls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://time-calls.blogspot.com/feeds/7559977265620443539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7691180979140093983&amp;postID=7559977265620443539' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7691180979140093983/posts/default/7559977265620443539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7691180979140093983/posts/default/7559977265620443539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://time-calls.blogspot.com/2009/03/hmm-its-been-almost-month-since-i-last.html' title=''/><author><name>Brenda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12815636665961052459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7691180979140093983.post-4411403349542443672</id><published>2009-02-28T11:04:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-28T11:12:47.505+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My blog is so so dead. I think even my tagboard's redundant now! But there's nothing much I have to blog about. I'm just here so KM and Joanne don't kill me. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, after much peer pressure from the guys in my class (particularly Matt and Sean), I have finally signed up for Mousehunt. Lol, a bit late, I know. I regret that too. Mousehunt is more interesting than it sounded, for all it's about catching mice with mousetraps. I find Master of the Cheese Claw mice and Assassin mice particularly cool. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah I'm propaganda-ing people to join Mousehunt. So join Mousehunt! (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7691180979140093983-4411403349542443672?l=time-calls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://time-calls.blogspot.com/feeds/4411403349542443672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7691180979140093983&amp;postID=4411403349542443672' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7691180979140093983/posts/default/4411403349542443672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7691180979140093983/posts/default/4411403349542443672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://time-calls.blogspot.com/2009/02/my-blog-is-so-so-dead.html' title=''/><author><name>Brenda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12815636665961052459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7691180979140093983.post-8735546799535825474</id><published>2009-02-16T23:01:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T23:13:09.413+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Chem test on organic chem on Wednesday, and mock Bio SPA on Thursday. Math test next Monday. Phleahhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the new J1s just came in today. And most of them are so enthusiastic about choir! I don't remember any of us being this enthu. Today's practice was good! There are a few unsure/hesitant ones but I'm taking  it as they're shy.  XD Jiayou choir!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7691180979140093983-8735546799535825474?l=time-calls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://time-calls.blogspot.com/feeds/8735546799535825474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7691180979140093983&amp;postID=8735546799535825474' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7691180979140093983/posts/default/8735546799535825474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7691180979140093983/posts/default/8735546799535825474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://time-calls.blogspot.com/2009/02/chem-test-on-organic-chem-on-wednesday.html' title=''/><author><name>Brenda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12815636665961052459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7691180979140093983.post-1523607782975305843</id><published>2009-02-14T22:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T22:50:24.157+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hmm there's nothing much about my life that I wanna blog about! Or I guess a late blog about orientation? =p Being an OGL was a very different experience from being an OGM or in SCIP, although I prefer SCIP. =p But yeah, it was great knowing all my juniors (OG 16!!) and missing a week of lessons. =p I sorta caught up pretty fast for some reason, surprisingly, so not much harm there. And I still have to complete another note on FB. I have no inspiration! It's another 25 random things thing. -_-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7691180979140093983-1523607782975305843?l=time-calls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://time-calls.blogspot.com/feeds/1523607782975305843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7691180979140093983&amp;postID=1523607782975305843' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7691180979140093983/posts/default/1523607782975305843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7691180979140093983/posts/default/1523607782975305843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://time-calls.blogspot.com/2009/02/hmm-theres-nothing-much-about-my-life.html' title=''/><author><name>Brenda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12815636665961052459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7691180979140093983.post-2100597294981393303</id><published>2009-02-12T21:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T21:23:26.615+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Rules:&lt;br /&gt;Use the first letter of your name to answer each of the following questions. They have to be real...nothing made up! If the person before you had the same first initial, you must use different answers. You cannot use any word twice and you can't use your name for the boy/girl name question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. What is your name : Brenda&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. A four Letter Word : Bear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. A boy's Name : Brian&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. A girl's Name : Belinda&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. An occupation : Bookkeeper&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. A color : Blue XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Something you'll wear : LOL. Bluejeans. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. A food : Butterscotch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Something found in the bathroom: Bleach?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. A place : BRATISLAVA. *emos*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. A reason for being late : Brain damage. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Something you'd shout : Bloody ________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. A movie title : Blair Witch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Something you drink : Bandung&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. A musical group : Boyzone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. An animal : Boar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. A street name : Boulevard Street?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. A type of car : Beetle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. The title of a song : Bella's Lullaby&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7691180979140093983-2100597294981393303?l=time-calls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://time-calls.blogspot.com/feeds/2100597294981393303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7691180979140093983&amp;postID=2100597294981393303' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7691180979140093983/posts/default/2100597294981393303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7691180979140093983/posts/default/2100597294981393303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://time-calls.blogspot.com/2009/02/rules-use-first-letter-of-your-name-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Brenda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12815636665961052459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7691180979140093983.post-8601411870879254687</id><published>2009-02-05T22:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T22:51:07.301+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Rules: Once you’ve been tagged, you are supposed to write a note with 25 random things, facts, habits, or goals about you. At the end, choose 25 people to be tagged. You have to tag the person who tagged you. If I tagged you, it’s because I want to know more about you! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I am unbelievably scared right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I am saikang-ing Daekaron OGL nametags now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. No, I did not choose the colour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I have minor handwriting OCD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Question 5 onwards are being done about 2 days later than questions 1-4 cos I was too tired to complete this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Just went out to throw something and realised I'm so tired and aching so much I can't even walk properly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Typing this with my eyes closed cos I'm tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Feels like something's missing in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Eyecandies 2 guys I know, one a year younger than me and one a year older than me. (Eyecandy only though. Although if either of them asks me out I wouldn't mind. =p Kidding, kidding.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Loves Highly Favoured from the CompassionArt CD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Is nervous about 10.30pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. My nails are very very weak so they either keep tearing or flaking. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. I don't judge people. Really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. I am terrified, I mean &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;terrified&lt;/span&gt;, of frogs. If anyone played a frog prank on me I would cry and swear my revenge on them for the next 30 years and hate them forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. I sorta hang out more with guys than girls. o_O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Still want a tongue piercing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. I'm tired. (Duh.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. And frustrated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Typing in incomplete sentences cos there's less to type.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. I want to dye my hair red! =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Haven't studied properly for a week now, and I have Bio class test next week. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Is getting tired of heritage trail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. I can't stand loud noises.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. I want a DS Lite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. TIRED.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7691180979140093983-8601411870879254687?l=time-calls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://time-calls.blogspot.com/feeds/8601411870879254687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7691180979140093983&amp;postID=8601411870879254687' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7691180979140093983/posts/default/8601411870879254687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7691180979140093983/posts/default/8601411870879254687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://time-calls.blogspot.com/2009/02/rules-once-youve-been-tagged-you-are.html' title=''/><author><name>Brenda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12815636665961052459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7691180979140093983.post-5021825217499519499</id><published>2009-02-01T12:36:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T12:38:56.695+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Name: Brenda&lt;br /&gt;Date: 1/31/2009&lt;br /&gt;Colorgenics Number: 07321645&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this particular time, you are feeling that you are or were unjustly and undeservedly treated and/or betrayed in your hopes and dreams. You feel that everything is against you. But look on the bright side for you are, whether you believe it or not, a survivor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are a leader in every sense of the word. You know where you are going and you know what you need to do in order to get there. You exercise an inherent initiative in overcoming obstacles and difficulties. You either hold, or wish to achieve, a position of authority by means of which full control can be exerted over events.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are a rather inhibited sort of person. This could be the result of your upbringing or of your schooling, whatever. You are able to obtain satisfaction from various forms of physical or emotional activity but all in all you are inclined to be emotionally withdrawn. As a consequence of this you find it difficult to sustain any deep involvement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recent disappointment has led you to become truly introverted. You are becoming suspicious of everybody and consequently you now feel that you are unable to trust anybody. Unfortunately it would appear that you are curbing your natural enthusiasm and imaginative nature - perhaps this is because you are fearful that you may become over enthused and find that you could possibly be carried away by wishful thinking. You are keeping your distance to see whether attitudes towards you are sincere - but this watchfulness could easily develop into suspicion and distrust.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the past your trusting attitude has often been misunderstood and so you have needed to protect yourself against your tendency to be abused and taken advantage of. As a consequence you possibly adopt an aloof and critical attitude and you are only willing to let your guard down once sincerity and trustworthiness can be assured.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://goldinuniverse.com/"&gt;ColourGenetics&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7691180979140093983-5021825217499519499?l=time-calls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://time-calls.blogspot.com/feeds/5021825217499519499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7691180979140093983&amp;postID=5021825217499519499' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7691180979140093983/posts/default/5021825217499519499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7691180979140093983/posts/default/5021825217499519499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://time-calls.blogspot.com/2009/02/name-brenda-date-1312009-colorgenics.html' title=''/><author><name>Brenda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12815636665961052459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7691180979140093983.post-6905643875118243795</id><published>2009-01-31T22:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T22:44:04.373+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Out of all the times I can fall sick, my horrible immune system has to choose the Saturday before orientation week to retrench workers!! I am not fully down with anything, but my nose is both on fire and running a marathon, and my throat fricking hurts when I swallow. -_- Having an on-off headache too. Pah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a lighter note, I love CompassionArt!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7691180979140093983-6905643875118243795?l=time-calls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://time-calls.blogspot.com/feeds/6905643875118243795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7691180979140093983&amp;postID=6905643875118243795' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7691180979140093983/posts/default/6905643875118243795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7691180979140093983/posts/default/6905643875118243795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://time-calls.blogspot.com/2009/01/out-of-all-times-i-can-fall-sick-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Brenda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12815636665961052459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7691180979140093983.post-1858147888401571500</id><published>2009-01-28T20:45:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T21:42:41.725+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>TEN ARE YOUS&lt;br /&gt;1. Are you single - Yes.&lt;br /&gt;2. Are you happy - Erm.&lt;br /&gt;3 Are you bored - I'm doing this, aren't I?&lt;br /&gt;4. Are you fair - Nope. I am too fricking dark!! And I dunno how I got so tan!!! ):&lt;br /&gt;5. Are you Italian - Nope, but I love pasta. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;6. Are you intelligent - Erm I guess so.&lt;br /&gt;7. Are you honest - Depends. =p&lt;br /&gt;8. Are you nice - Heh heh heh. Err, I mean, yes, of course!&lt;br /&gt;9. Are you Irish - Nope.&lt;br /&gt;10. Are you Asian - Yup. Of course- la. =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TEN FACTS&lt;br /&gt;1. Full name - Lai Pei Hua Brenda. Don't stalk me!&lt;br /&gt;2. Nickname - Bren, Panda, ZEBRA (for some reason), Brenny, some random obscure names that only one or two people call me by.&lt;br /&gt;3. Birthplace - Singapore.&lt;br /&gt;4. Haircolour - Black- or it used to be. Somehow it turned brown after I dyed it two years ago. (Okay that's duh. Rather, it &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;stayed&lt;/span&gt; brown.)&lt;br /&gt;5. Natural hair style - Either messy, messier, or.. not-too-messy-but-still-messy. Hehh.&lt;br /&gt;6. Eyecolour - Dark brown.&lt;br /&gt;7. Birthday - 21031991.&lt;br /&gt;8.Mood - Zoned out. (Damn I haven't done halogenoalkanes tut. Random thought.)&lt;br /&gt;9. Favourite colour - I like a lot of colours! =p&lt;br /&gt;10. One place you'd like to visit - Nippon! (No, not the paint.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TEN THINGS ABOUT YOUR LOVE LIFE&lt;br /&gt;1. Have you been in love? - One-sided or two-sided?&lt;br /&gt;2. Do you believe in love at first sight? - I guess so.&lt;br /&gt;3. Do you currently have a crush? - Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;4. Have you been emotionally hurt? - Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;5. Have you broken someone's heart? - Nope.&lt;br /&gt;6. Have you ever had your heart broken? - I won't answer this.&lt;br /&gt;7. Have you ever liked someone but never told them? - Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;8. Are you afraid of commitment? - Depends.&lt;br /&gt;9. Who was the last person you hugged? - Wanenny! =p&lt;br /&gt;10. Who was the last person you said 'I love you' to? - Erm. Yinny? Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TEN THIS OR THAT&lt;br /&gt;1. Love or Lust - Love.&lt;br /&gt;2. Hard liquor or Beer - None. Btw I thought all liquor's soft. (IGNORE my typical 'liquids are soft' running joke.)&lt;br /&gt;3. Cats or Dogs - (Some) dogs.&lt;br /&gt;4. A few best friends or Many regular friends - A few best friends.&lt;br /&gt;5. Creamy or Crunchy - Depends. =p I hate peanut butter, btw.&lt;br /&gt;6. Pencil or Pen - Depends.&lt;br /&gt;7. Wild night out or Romantic night in - Ehh. Romantic night out can? =p&lt;br /&gt;8. Money or Happiness - Happiness.&lt;br /&gt;9. Night or Day - Depends.&lt;br /&gt;10. IM or Phone - Depends. Heh normally both!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TEN HAVE YOU EVER&lt;br /&gt;1. Been caught sneaking out? - Nope.&lt;br /&gt;2. Seen a polar bear? - Err, in the zoo.&lt;br /&gt;3. Done something you regret? - Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;4. Bungee jumped? - Eek no!&lt;br /&gt;5. Eaten food that fell on the floor? - Yup. =p&lt;br /&gt;6. Finished an entired jaw breaker? - Do gobstoppers count?&lt;br /&gt;7. Been caught naked? - EEK no way.&lt;br /&gt;8. Wanted an ex bf/gf back? - I was never attached.&lt;br /&gt;9. Cried because you lost a pet? - Eh don't think so.&lt;br /&gt;10. Wanted to disappear? - Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TEN HAVE YOUS&lt;br /&gt;1. Ever performed in front of a large crowd? - Of course.&lt;br /&gt;2. Ever talked on the phone for longer than an hour? - Yeah, but that was very long ago.&lt;br /&gt;3. Ever tried walking on your hands? - Nope, I'm clumsy enough on my feet.&lt;br /&gt;4. Ever been to a rock concert? - Nope. Hate rock.&lt;br /&gt;5. Ever been on a cheerleading team? - EXCUSE ME. Think of that and try to sleep tonight la.&lt;br /&gt;6. Ever been on a dance team? - Err mass dance? Haha.&lt;br /&gt;7. Ever been on a sports team? - Not officially. =p&lt;br /&gt;8. Ever been in a drama play/production? - Erm don't think so. Well, choir's a drama so...&lt;br /&gt;9. Ever own a BMW, Mercedes, Escalade, Hummer or Bently? - How bout a BMX?&lt;br /&gt;10. Ever been on a rap video? - Obviously not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TEN LASTS&lt;br /&gt;1. Last phone call you made - Er... I have absolutely no idea! Lol. I have no life whatsoever.&lt;br /&gt;2. Last person you hugged - Wanenny. Hasn't this qn been asked?&lt;br /&gt;3. Last person you hung out with - Weihao?&lt;br /&gt;4. Last time you worked - Schoolwork. Chem during math lecture. =p&lt;br /&gt;5. Last person you talked to - My aunt.&lt;br /&gt;6. Last person you IM'd - MSN, fyi. And Charles.&lt;br /&gt;7. Last person you texted - Kenneth. I actually had to check my sent messages cos I forgot. I am &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;proving&lt;/span&gt; that I have no life. -_-&lt;br /&gt;8. Last person(s) you went to the movies with - Err some of N368. HSM3, believe it or not. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;9. Last thing/person you missed - _____ and ________.&lt;br /&gt;10. Last website visited - Blogger.com. Duh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TEN PPL TO DO THIS&lt;br /&gt;1. Matthew!!&lt;br /&gt;2. Wilson.&lt;br /&gt;3. Yinny!&lt;br /&gt;4. Jolly. XD&lt;br /&gt;5. Karmun.&lt;br /&gt;6. Nata-xia. =p&lt;br /&gt;7. The rest&lt;br /&gt;8. Dont&lt;br /&gt;9. Update&lt;br /&gt;10. Often. Lol.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7691180979140093983-1858147888401571500?l=time-calls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://time-calls.blogspot.com/feeds/1858147888401571500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7691180979140093983&amp;postID=1858147888401571500' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7691180979140093983/posts/default/1858147888401571500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7691180979140093983/posts/default/1858147888401571500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://time-calls.blogspot.com/2009/01/ten-are-yous-1.html' title=''/><author><name>Brenda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12815636665961052459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7691180979140093983.post-3491052942081478170</id><published>2009-01-23T17:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T18:36:22.209+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Rules: once you've been tagged, you are supposed to write a &lt;s&gt;note&lt;/s&gt; post with 20 random things, facts, habits or goals about you. At the end choose 20 people to be tagged. You have to tag the person who tagged you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I am exhausted after helping out with Amazing Feet and choir!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I got the date of my aunt's bbq wrong- it's tomorrow not today! XP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Mr Heng is powerrrr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I seem to be saying pwn and derivatives of pwn a lot these days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. I love TJC roof!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. And seeing people's "what the *insert vulgarity here* are you doing on the roof?!?" expressions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. I'm really looking forward to learning Hairspray!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Currently I'd like to take biotech or psychology in NUS- but then again I changed my mind about 3 times already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. I have a feeling there's a piece of homework I've yet to complete and I have no idea what it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Although I think it's actually just to locate my carboxylic acid derivatives tutorial which is buried somewhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. I don't really miss TKGS- except what used to be TKGS in sec1-2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. I do know that I'll miss TJC a lot more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. I have crazy OCD about only keeping important smses in my phone (which means going crazy deleting smses. =p).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. What I want for my birthday cannot be physically given. (And I'd rather not physically receive it, thanks- ouch.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. I am amazed at the fact that my mother thinks my ZenithII shirts are tight when they're practically falling off me. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Whenever I ask people to guess my name and that it rhymes with a black&amp;white animal, I ALWAYS without fail get "Err Deborah?".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. My range has miraculouly increased since I came to TJChoir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. I'm considering cutting my hair again so I don't have to tie it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. But then again I want to leave it long so I can dye it a certain way after A's!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. I have no energy left to type! Lol.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7691180979140093983-3491052942081478170?l=time-calls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://time-calls.blogspot.com/feeds/3491052942081478170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7691180979140093983&amp;postID=3491052942081478170' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7691180979140093983/posts/default/3491052942081478170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7691180979140093983/posts/default/3491052942081478170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://time-calls.blogspot.com/2009/01/rules-once-youve-been-tagged-you-are.html' title=''/><author><name>Brenda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12815636665961052459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7691180979140093983.post-1651960431897622005</id><published>2009-01-18T15:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-18T16:00:07.589+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hmm the last time I blogged was.. long ago. Oh well! Nothing much to blog about. School's been bearable. =p Choir's been interesting. (Oh darn, just remembered that I haven't finished chem holiday homework. GG. 9 structured qns left. BLEAH.) Ah well. I bet half the class hasn't finished anyway. Hehh. Will attempt to steal someone's answer and copy during math lecture. =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SYF pieces are fascinating, GP more so. Our GP teacher is highly lame but highly effective in keeping order. Mainly because all of us know he'll give us worse than hell if we step out of line. I think the admin department did it on purpose. -_-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7691180979140093983-1651960431897622005?l=time-calls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://time-calls.blogspot.com/feeds/1651960431897622005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7691180979140093983&amp;postID=1651960431897622005' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7691180979140093983/posts/default/1651960431897622005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7691180979140093983/posts/default/1651960431897622005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://time-calls.blogspot.com/2009/01/hmm-last-time-i-blogged-was.html' title=''/><author><name>Brenda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12815636665961052459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7691180979140093983.post-5235858619998173790</id><published>2009-01-11T17:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T17:36:03.826+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>One more dawn&lt;br /&gt;One more day&lt;br /&gt;One day more&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7691180979140093983-5235858619998173790?l=time-calls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://time-calls.blogspot.com/feeds/5235858619998173790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7691180979140093983&amp;postID=5235858619998173790' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7691180979140093983/posts/default/5235858619998173790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7691180979140093983/posts/default/5235858619998173790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://time-calls.blogspot.com/2009/01/one-more-dawn-one-more-day-one-day-more.html' title=''/><author><name>Brenda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12815636665961052459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7691180979140093983.post-8710858237596612180</id><published>2009-01-07T21:06:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T21:29:39.076+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>How can you see into my eyes like open doors&lt;br /&gt;Leading you down into my core where I've become so numb&lt;br /&gt;Without a soul&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;My spirit sleeping somewhere cold&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until you find it there and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;lead it back home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Wake me up)&lt;br /&gt;Wake me up inside&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I can't wake up&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;Wake me up inside&lt;br /&gt;(Save me)&lt;br /&gt;Call my name and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;save me from the dark&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Wake me up)&lt;br /&gt;Bid my blood to run&lt;br /&gt;(I can't wake up)&lt;br /&gt;Before I come undone&lt;br /&gt;(Save me)&lt;br /&gt;Save me from the nothing I've become&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that I know what I'm without&lt;br /&gt;You can't just leave me&lt;br /&gt;Breathe into me and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;make me real&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bring me to life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Wake me up)&lt;br /&gt;Wake me up inside&lt;br /&gt;(I can't wake up)&lt;br /&gt;Wake me up inside&lt;br /&gt;(Save me)&lt;br /&gt;Call my name and save me from the dark&lt;br /&gt;(Wake me up)&lt;br /&gt;Bid my blood to run&lt;br /&gt;(I can't wake up)&lt;br /&gt;Before I come undone&lt;br /&gt;(Save me)&lt;br /&gt;Save me from the nothing I've become&lt;br /&gt;Bring me to life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I've been living a lie, there's nothing inside)&lt;br /&gt;Bring me to life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frozen inside without your touch,&lt;br /&gt;Without your love, darling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Only you are the life, among the dead&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(All this time I can't believe I couldn't see)&lt;br /&gt;(Kept in the dark but you were there in front of me)&lt;br /&gt;I've been sleeping a thousand years it seems&lt;br /&gt;Got to open my eyes to everything&lt;br /&gt;(Without a thought, without a voice, without a soul)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Don't let me die here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(There must be something more)&lt;br /&gt;Bring me to life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Wake me up)&lt;br /&gt;Wake me up inside&lt;br /&gt;(I can't wake up)&lt;br /&gt;Wake me up inside&lt;br /&gt;(Save me)&lt;br /&gt;Call my name and save me from the dark&lt;br /&gt;(Wake me up)&lt;br /&gt;Bid my blood to run&lt;br /&gt;(I can't wake up)&lt;br /&gt;Before I come undone&lt;br /&gt;(Save me)&lt;br /&gt;Save me from the nothing I've become&lt;br /&gt;Bring me to life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I've been living a lie, there's nothing inside)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Bring me to life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7691180979140093983-8710858237596612180?l=time-calls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://time-calls.blogspot.com/feeds/8710858237596612180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7691180979140093983&amp;postID=8710858237596612180' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7691180979140093983/posts/default/8710858237596612180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7691180979140093983/posts/default/8710858237596612180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://time-calls.blogspot.com/2009/01/how-can-you-see-into-my-eyes-like-open.html' title=''/><author><name>Brenda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12815636665961052459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7691180979140093983.post-8982468822235587401</id><published>2009-01-03T19:32:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-03T19:36:58.386+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Cinderella:&lt;br /&gt;[ ] One of your parents is dead&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You are expected to do a lot of chores&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You love to dress up&lt;br /&gt;[x] You love animals&lt;br /&gt;[x] You are waiting patiently for your Prince Charming&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Your mom is really strict&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You have sisters who seem kind of jealous of you&lt;br /&gt;[x] You’re afraid to speak your mind sometimes&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You have left your shoes at a friend’s house before&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You have blonde hair&lt;br /&gt;TOTAL: 3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Belle:&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You’ve kissed someone your friends didn’t like&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You’ve been lost in the forest&lt;br /&gt;[x] You love to read&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You are not shy at all, and not afraid to speak your mind&lt;br /&gt;[x] One of your family members is a bit weird&lt;br /&gt;[x] You have done volunteer work&lt;br /&gt;[x] You have a wild imagination&lt;br /&gt;[x] You love to take care of people in need&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You’ve had guys like you only because they think you’re pretty&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You’ve rejected at least one person when they’ve asked you out&lt;br /&gt;TOTAL: 5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jasmine:&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Your dad is very rich/important&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You are very clever&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You’ve been with someone way different from you&lt;br /&gt;[x] You’re unique and different from everyone else&lt;br /&gt;[x] You’d never marry someone just because they were rich&lt;br /&gt;[x] You have set a lot of goals for yourself&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You don’t have a lot of friends&lt;br /&gt;[x] You’re independent&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You are wealthy&lt;br /&gt;[x] Your parents try to control your life&lt;br /&gt;TOTAL: 5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ariel:&lt;br /&gt;[x] Your parents expect a lot from you&lt;br /&gt;[x] You really try to follow the rules, but it’s hard for you&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You’re a bit of a trouble maker&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You’re the youngest in your family or in the last 2&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You have a lot of sisters (3 or more)&lt;br /&gt;[x] you collect something&lt;br /&gt;[x] You have/had long, hair&lt;br /&gt;[x] You have/had a pet fish&lt;br /&gt;[x] You’re extremely curious&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You believe everything people tell you/you’re a bit gullible&lt;br /&gt;TOTAL: 6&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Snow White:&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You know that you’re beautiful&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Sometimes it seems like your mom is jealous of you&lt;br /&gt;[x] You’ve almost been killed&lt;br /&gt;[x] You have at least seven good friends&lt;br /&gt;[x] You’ve had food poisoning&lt;br /&gt;[x] You have/had short hair&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You get along with almost everyone&lt;br /&gt;[x] All of your friends are different&lt;br /&gt;[x] You love to have a good time&lt;br /&gt;[x] You’re happier when you’re out of the house than in&lt;br /&gt;TOTAL: 7&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mulan:&lt;br /&gt;[x] You can be a tomboy sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] People wish you could be a bit more girly&lt;br /&gt;[x]You’ve pretended to be someone you’re not&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You’ve had a physical fight with someone&lt;br /&gt;[x] You have/had considered running away from home&lt;br /&gt;[x] Your parents try to plan your life out&lt;br /&gt;[x] A lot of your friends are boys&lt;br /&gt;[x] You sometimes find yourself in bad situations&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You love your family so much that you’d do anything to protect them&lt;br /&gt;TOTAL: 5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aurora:&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You live/have lived with someone other than your parents&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You almost died at a very young age&lt;br /&gt;[x]You are gentle, loving, and/or thoughtful&lt;br /&gt;[x]You have a decent singing voice&lt;br /&gt;[x]You like to sleep in late on the weekends&lt;br /&gt;[ ]You spend most of your time outside&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You’re adopted&lt;br /&gt;[x]You’re very romantic&lt;br /&gt;[x]Pink is one of your favorite colors&lt;br /&gt;TOTAL: 5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pocahontas:&lt;br /&gt;[x]you love to walk around and explore big cities&lt;br /&gt;[x] You are more spiritual than religious&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You’ve been in an interracial relationship&lt;br /&gt;[x] One of your family members is dead&lt;br /&gt;[ ]Your parents are very protective of you&lt;br /&gt;[x] Someone you know has been in war&lt;br /&gt;[x]You love nature&lt;br /&gt;[x]You have/had black hair&lt;br /&gt;[x] You would love to move somewhere exotic and beautiful&lt;br /&gt;[x] You’re very adventurous&lt;br /&gt;TOTAL: 8&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7691180979140093983-8982468822235587401?l=time-calls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://time-calls.blogspot.com/feeds/8982468822235587401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7691180979140093983&amp;postID=8982468822235587401' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7691180979140093983/posts/default/8982468822235587401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7691180979140093983/posts/default/8982468822235587401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://time-calls.blogspot.com/2009/01/cinderella-one-of-your-parents-is-dead.html' title=''/><author><name>Brenda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12815636665961052459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7691180979140093983.post-3701982323122295672</id><published>2008-12-26T20:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-26T20:13:33.544+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Been swamped with caroling and Christmas. Got less than 24 hours sleep total in I think 4-5 days. Today's the first day I can finally rest. =p But I think the experience of caroling and singing was worth it. And I'm getting lazy to blog!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7691180979140093983-3701982323122295672?l=time-calls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://time-calls.blogspot.com/feeds/3701982323122295672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7691180979140093983&amp;postID=3701982323122295672' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7691180979140093983/posts/default/3701982323122295672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7691180979140093983/posts/default/3701982323122295672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://time-calls.blogspot.com/2008/12/been-swamped-with-caroling-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Brenda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12815636665961052459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7691180979140093983.post-720565872591319234</id><published>2008-12-19T17:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T17:15:40.522+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Just a short post before I leave for Esplanade to watch Agapella (again). =p I realise I didn't blog much about the choir trip. So after reading Nat's blog, I shall list a few (probably not in order) highlights from the trip. 22 points! One for each member who went, plus Ms Lau and Ms Tan and Ms Tham.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) The vast difference in weather! (Seriously. 31 degrees to 3.1 degrees. Fantastic.)&lt;br /&gt;2) Interesting hairdryers in Mecure Buda.&lt;br /&gt;3) Breakfast with the aunties and 3tenors1bass. (And I haven't got to 30 yet, Nat!)&lt;br /&gt;4) Seeing so many musical monuments (to put it simply) and laugh at the music students.&lt;br /&gt;5) Boat ride on the Danube river! (Blue Danube waltz, anyone?)&lt;br /&gt;6) Weird bus rides and singing random songs like &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Alleluia&lt;/span&gt; about 10135315 times.&lt;br /&gt;7) Running from the Christmas market to the shopping street to the hotel to the Christmas market back to the hotel abour 98714 times in Bratislava.&lt;br /&gt;8) The Christmas market!!! And shopping district. Omg lovesss.&lt;br /&gt;9) Little &lt;s&gt;dumplings&lt;/s&gt; kids wrapped up like dumplings (and, by association, Germs' squealing.)&lt;br /&gt;10) Weihao's diva moments!&lt;br /&gt;11) Auntie bonding. Lol. (I am not as auntie as you okay Nat!)&lt;br /&gt;12) Wilson the camera &lt;s&gt;man&lt;/s&gt; boy getting almost everything on camera! (-_-)&lt;br /&gt;13) Camping in Weihao's room bitching about certain people.&lt;br /&gt;14) Hilarious dinners with the laughing gang (and occasionally others) laughing at random things like going to the wrong toilet. *gives the Weihao look*&lt;br /&gt;15) Hearing random screams because Nat saw a white cat, or lost her phone, or something random like that.&lt;br /&gt;16) The teachers and Mr Tay singing Resonemus and Orasho!!! (I miss our power bass.)&lt;br /&gt;17) Laughing with Ms Tham and Weihao about the choir outside the Ibis hotel restaurant.&lt;br /&gt;18) Stretching in the restaurant with people eating. -_-&lt;br /&gt;19) Sightseeing Budapest in HORRIBLE WIND.&lt;br /&gt;20) The thousands of pictures we all took. (Gave a whole new depth of meaning to 'camwhore'.)&lt;br /&gt;21) Choir bonding!!!&lt;br /&gt;22) And of course every single person who went on the trip. TJChoir 2008 is love! (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7691180979140093983-720565872591319234?l=time-calls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://time-calls.blogspot.com/feeds/720565872591319234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7691180979140093983&amp;postID=720565872591319234' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7691180979140093983/posts/default/720565872591319234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7691180979140093983/posts/default/720565872591319234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://time-calls.blogspot.com/2008/12/just-short-post-before-i-leave-for.html' title=''/><author><name>Brenda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12815636665961052459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7691180979140093983.post-2114271276295335393</id><published>2008-12-15T19:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T20:28:10.277+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Put your MP3 player on shuffle, and write down the first line of the first twenty songs. Post the poem that results. The first line of the twenty-first is the title.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sometimes you're weak and weary (We Will Overcome - Jaci Velasquez)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a dream, a song to sing (I Have a Dream - Mamma Mia soundtrack)&lt;br /&gt;As long as stars shine down from Heaven (Imagine Me Without You - Jaci Velasquez)&lt;br /&gt;Schoolbag in hand, she leaves home in the early morning (Slipping Through My Fingers - Mamma Mia soundtrack)&lt;br /&gt;Have you seen a star? (Shine for Singapore - Hady Mirza)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's our last chance to share the stage (Senior Year Spring Medley - HSM3)&lt;br /&gt;You're my everything, the reason I sing (Amazing - True Worshippers)&lt;br /&gt;Reflections on the water (Paper - Daphne Khoo)&lt;br /&gt;I'm sitting down here but hey, you can't see me (Sitting Down Here - Lene Marlin)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone has got a secret side (This Is Me - Skye Sweetnam)&lt;br /&gt;I'll be your candle on the water (Candle on the Water - Pete's Dragon)&lt;br /&gt;Be still my heart (We Could Be in Love - Lea Salonga &amp;amp; Brad Kane)&lt;br /&gt;Remember when I said I won't miss you? (Wish Upon A Star - Barbie as Rapunzel)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Constant as the stars above (Constant As the Stars Above - Barbie as Rapunzel)&lt;br /&gt;I don't know if you can hear me (God Help the Outcasts - Hunchback of Notre Dame)&lt;br /&gt;When the world wasn't upside down (This is the Night - Clay Aiken)&lt;br /&gt;Notice me, take my hand (Everytime - Britney Spears)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll show you that it's one and the same (I Don't Dance - HSM2)&lt;br /&gt;I read a note my grandma wrote (Love, Me - Collin Raye)&lt;br /&gt;Is this home? Is this where I should learn to be happy? (Home - Beauty and the Beast)&lt;br /&gt;At a time when hope was low (Reach out for the Skies - Rui En &amp;amp; Taufik Batisah)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol this was interesting. Matthew certainly has the most intriguing of quizzes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7691180979140093983-2114271276295335393?l=time-calls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://time-calls.blogspot.com/feeds/2114271276295335393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7691180979140093983&amp;postID=2114271276295335393' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7691180979140093983/posts/default/2114271276295335393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7691180979140093983/posts/default/2114271276295335393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://time-calls.blogspot.com/2008/12/put-your-mp3-player-on-shuffle-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Brenda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12815636665961052459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7691180979140093983.post-8862351245192210743</id><published>2008-12-12T01:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T01:34:34.892+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My child,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You may not know me, but I know everything about you (Psalm 139:1). I know when you sit down and when you rise up (Psalm 139:2). I am familiar with your ways (Psalm 139:3). Even the very hairs on your head are numbered (Matt 10:29-31) for you were made in my image (Genesis 1:27). In me you live and move and have your being (Acts 17:28) for you are my offspring (Acts 17:28).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knew you even before you were conceived (Jeremiah 1:4-5). I chose you even before I planned creation (Ephesians 1:11-12). You were not a mistake; all your days are written in my book (Psalm 139:15-16). I determined the exact time of your birth and where you would live (Acts 17:26). You were fearfully and wonderfully made (Psalm 139:14). I knit you together in you mother's womb (Psalm 139:13) and brought you forth on the day you were born (Psalm 71:6).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been misrepresented by those who don't know me (John 8:41-44). I am not distant and angry, but I am the complete expression of love (1 John 4:16), and it is my desire to lavish my love on you (1 John 3:1). I offer you more than your earthly father ever could (Matthew 7:11) for I am the perfect father (Matthew 5:48). Every good gift that you receive comes from my hand (James 1:17) for I am your provider, and I meet all your needs (Matthew 6:31-33)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My plan for your future has always been filled with hope. (Jeremiah 29:11) Because I love you with an everlasting love (Jeremiah 31:3), my thoughts toward you are as countless as the sand on the seashore (Psalm 139:17-18) and I rejoice over you with singing (Zephaniah 3:17). I will never stop doing good to you (Jeremiah 32:40) for you are my treasured possession (Exodus 19:5). I desire to establish you with all my heart and all my soul (Jeremiah 32:41).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to show you great and marvelous things (Jeremiah 33:3). If you seek me with all you heart, you will find me (Deuteronomy 4:29). Delight in me, and I will give you the desires of you heart (Psalm 37:4) for it is I who gave you those desires (Philippians 2:13).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am able to do more for you than you could possibly imagine (Ephesians 3:20) for I am your greatest encourager (2 Thessalonians 2:16-17). I am also the father who comforts you in all your troubles (2 Corinthians 1:3-4). When you are brokenhearted, I am close to you (Psalm 34:18). As a Shepard carries a lamb, I have carried you close you my heart (Isaiah 40:11).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day, I will wipe away every tear from your eyes (Revelation 21:3-4), and I'll take away all the pain you have suffered on this earth (Revelation 21:3-4). I am your father, and I love you even as I love my son, Jesus (John 17:26). He is the exact representation of my being (Hebrews 1:3). He came to demonstrate that I am for you, not against you (Romans 8:31) and to tell you that I am not counting your sins (2 Corinthians 5:18-19).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus died so that you could be reconciled (2 Corinthians 5:18-19). His death was the ultimate expression of my love for you (1 John 4:10). I gave up everything I loved so that I might gain your love (Romans 8:31-32). If you receive the gift of my son, Jesus, you receive me (1 John 2:23), and nothing will ever separate you from my love again (Romans 8:38-39).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come home, and I'll throw the biggest party heaven has ever seen (Luke 15:7). I have always been your father and will always be your father (Ephesians 3:14-15).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My question is, will you be my child (John 1:1-13)?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am waiting for you (Luke 15:11-32).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Your Dad, Almighty God&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7691180979140093983-8862351245192210743?l=time-calls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://time-calls.blogspot.com/feeds/8862351245192210743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7691180979140093983&amp;postID=8862351245192210743' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7691180979140093983/posts/default/8862351245192210743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7691180979140093983/posts/default/8862351245192210743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://time-calls.blogspot.com/2008/12/my-child-you-may-not-know-me-but-i-know.html' title=''/><author><name>Brenda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12815636665961052459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7691180979140093983.post-4766114358136178459</id><published>2008-12-09T21:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T21:53:13.300+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Back from choir trip! And I'm surprisingly not jetlagged. I think the first day sorta made up for it though. BLEAH. Lazy to blog too much. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;MJT: You're like the mother I never had.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7691180979140093983-4766114358136178459?l=time-calls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://time-calls.blogspot.com/feeds/4766114358136178459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7691180979140093983&amp;postID=4766114358136178459' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7691180979140093983/posts/default/4766114358136178459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7691180979140093983/posts/default/4766114358136178459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://time-calls.blogspot.com/2008/12/back-from-choir-trip-and-im.html' title=''/><author><name>Brenda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12815636665961052459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7691180979140093983.post-7601838624232868399</id><published>2008-11-29T11:01:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-29T11:02:56.621+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yesterday was exhausting. =p But I finally packed my luggage (or most of it), and the concert's &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;over&lt;/span&gt;. Woots! Now let's ace the competition! Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And thanks to all the people who came and supported us! XD Dwayne Yanghong Charles Liangwei Sean Shawn. Really appreciated! (: Hope you all enjoyed the concert yeah!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7691180979140093983-7601838624232868399?l=time-calls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://time-calls.blogspot.com/feeds/7601838624232868399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7691180979140093983&amp;postID=7601838624232868399' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7691180979140093983/posts/default/7601838624232868399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7691180979140093983/posts/default/7601838624232868399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://time-calls.blogspot.com/2008/11/yesterday-was-exhausting.html' title=''/><author><name>Brenda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12815636665961052459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7691180979140093983.post-1671189434411814018</id><published>2008-11-25T21:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T21:48:35.690+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Three names you go by (I have more than 3 lol):&lt;br /&gt;1. Brenda&lt;br /&gt;2. Bren&lt;br /&gt;3. Brendy -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three screen names you have:&lt;br /&gt;1. powerofsong&lt;br /&gt;2. lostandwon&lt;br /&gt;3. asinglevoice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three parts of your heritage (the 3 most important parts XD):&lt;br /&gt;1. TKGS AV&lt;br /&gt;2. TJChoir&lt;br /&gt;3. N368&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three things that scare you:&lt;br /&gt;1. FROGS omgwtfgth&lt;br /&gt;2. Insects&lt;br /&gt;3. Lizards&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three of your everyday essentials:&lt;br /&gt;1. Oxygen&lt;br /&gt;2. Dihydrogen oxide&lt;br /&gt;3. Carbonhydrogenoxygen(nitrogen)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three things you're wearing now:&lt;br /&gt;1. Specs&lt;br /&gt;2. Pyjamas&lt;br /&gt;3. Earrings heh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three of your favourite songs (I have too many so I'll list my fav singers):&lt;br /&gt;1. CHC!&lt;br /&gt;2. Sun Ho&lt;br /&gt;3. Celtic Woman&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two truths and a lie in no particular order:&lt;br /&gt;1. I live for God! (Obviously truth.)&lt;br /&gt;2. I hate dancing&lt;br /&gt;3. I have no interest in all guys minus one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three of your favourite hobbies:&lt;br /&gt;1. Singing (worship!)&lt;br /&gt;2. Talking about absolutely random things with N368 =p&lt;br /&gt;3. Computer graphics&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three things you want to do really badly now:&lt;br /&gt;1. Something, not really do, just something I want very badly ):&lt;br /&gt;2. Eat macs Cornetto Choc McFlurry! Lol.&lt;br /&gt;3. Get a manicure =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three careers you're considering:&lt;br /&gt;1. Psychologist&lt;br /&gt;2. Life science arena&lt;br /&gt;3. Biomed?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three places you want to go on vacation to:&lt;br /&gt;1. Japan&lt;br /&gt;2. US&lt;br /&gt;3. How bout a permanent vacation to Heaven in future?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three things you want to do before you die:&lt;br /&gt;1. Lead in ministry&lt;br /&gt;2. Travel the world&lt;br /&gt;3. Do what I want to do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three things that make you stereotypically a boy:&lt;br /&gt;1. I'm super unglam&lt;br /&gt;2. And I&lt;br /&gt;3. Dunno liao&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three things that make you stereotypically a girl:&lt;br /&gt;1. Makeup =p&lt;br /&gt;2. The clothes I wear? o_O&lt;br /&gt;3. My XX chromosomes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three people that you would like see take this quiz too:&lt;br /&gt;1. Wilson&lt;br /&gt;2. Matthew&lt;br /&gt;3. Kar Mun, Jo, Ivy (hehe)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7691180979140093983-1671189434411814018?l=time-calls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://time-calls.blogspot.com/feeds/1671189434411814018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7691180979140093983&amp;postID=1671189434411814018' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7691180979140093983/posts/default/1671189434411814018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7691180979140093983/posts/default/1671189434411814018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://time-calls.blogspot.com/2008/11/three-names-you-go-by-i-have-more-than.html' title=''/><author><name>Brenda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12815636665961052459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7691180979140093983.post-7523011310510432745</id><published>2008-11-24T20:40:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T21:11:33.403+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Finally, time to catch my breath. I'm extremely exhausted after 5 days of sleeping at 1+am every night (morning?) and queueing for hours on end in sweltering hot weather for service after service. But it was worth it! XD Asia Conference was the most wonderful conference I ever went to in my life. Although I couldn't go on Thursday and Friday morning, the rest of the conference was really a blast. And I reallytrulydeeplyfaithfullyloyallygratefullyfervently love CHC and my dear dear N368! (: I have seriously never ever met people like you all. (Not to say the rest of my friends aren't perfectly wonderful people!) But really. It's like I found my real family in N368! (Okay fine, me being the only girl who constantly hangs out with the guys in a male-dominated cell means that I get bullied a lot but also get spoilt a lot by my brothers. Heh.) Yup. I think this post became a dedication to N368, although no one can read this unless Yanghong decides to pester Myrna for her blog password. =p And I should stop typing essays-in-paragraphs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Ps. I love you [still].&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7691180979140093983-7523011310510432745?l=time-calls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://time-calls.blogspot.com/feeds/7523011310510432745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7691180979140093983&amp;postID=7523011310510432745' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7691180979140093983/posts/default/7523011310510432745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7691180979140093983/posts/default/7523011310510432745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://time-calls.blogspot.com/2008/11/finally-time-to-catch-my-breath.html' title=''/><author><name>Brenda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12815636665961052459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7691180979140093983.post-5185271756321041786</id><published>2008-11-22T01:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-22T01:46:43.073+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm super exhausted. After 2 days of Asia Conference (didn't go on Thurs), 3 days of choir plus chionging cards and whatnot (i'm doing Pastor's card right now at 1.45am before waking up at 8+am tmr again), I'm EXHAUSTED. Not to mention have no free time. -_-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7691180979140093983-5185271756321041786?l=time-calls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://time-calls.blogspot.com/feeds/5185271756321041786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7691180979140093983&amp;postID=5185271756321041786' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7691180979140093983/posts/default/5185271756321041786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7691180979140093983/posts/default/5185271756321041786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://time-calls.blogspot.com/2008/11/im-super-exhausted.html' title=''/><author><name>Brenda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12815636665961052459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7691180979140093983.post-857319080580430457</id><published>2008-11-15T22:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T22:16:03.220+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>1. Grab the book nearest to you, turn to page 18, and find line 4.&lt;br /&gt;...-vant. Listen to whatever Sarah...". Is the Bible counted as a book?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Stretch your left arm out as far as you can.&lt;br /&gt;Curtain and window grille.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. What was the last thing you watched on t.v.?&lt;br /&gt;Japan Hour. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Without looking, guess what time it is.&lt;br /&gt;8.30pm?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Now look at the clock.What is the actual time?&lt;br /&gt;10.00pm. OMG I'm terrible!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. With the exception of the computer what can you hear?&lt;br /&gt;Ever Ever After - Carrie Underwood. Eh actually that's coming from the computer so does that count? Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. When did you last step outside? What were you doing?&lt;br /&gt;Cell then supper yesterday. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Before you started this survey, what did you look at?&lt;br /&gt;Err computer screen? Lol. Jiamin's tagboard where I was screaming about her tagging me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. What are you wearing?&lt;br /&gt;Paddington Bear pyjamas! Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Did you dream last night?&lt;br /&gt;Erm don't think so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. When did you last laugh?&lt;br /&gt;Can't remember. Yesterday prob?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. What is on the walls of the room you are in?&lt;br /&gt;A clock. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Seen anything weird lately?&lt;br /&gt;Not really. Unless you count weird Britney Spears parodies on MadTV.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. What do you think of this quiz?&lt;br /&gt;I have no idea. I'm just doing this instead of GP. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. What was the last film you saw?&lt;br /&gt;High School Musical 3!!!! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. If you became a multi-millionaire over night, what would you buy?&lt;br /&gt;A lot. Sadly money can't buy love. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Tell me something about you that I don’t know.&lt;br /&gt;This sounds like Paul during OGL interview. -_- Hmm. I sound like Stephanie Sun when singing Home by Kit Chan. LOL. Good or bad, I dunno.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. If you could change one thing about the world, regardless of guilt or politics, what would you do?&lt;br /&gt;Go out and change the marketplace!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Do you like to dance?&lt;br /&gt;MASS DANCE! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. George Bush:&lt;br /&gt;Can go back to Texas. Poor Texas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Imagine your first child is a girl, what would you name her?&lt;br /&gt;Erm.. Never really thought about it. Some Japanese name? XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Imagine your first child is a boy, what would you name him?&lt;br /&gt;Refer to question 21.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. Would you ever consider living abroad?&lt;br /&gt;Nope. Maybe for temporary studies at most.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. What do you want God to say when you reach the pearly white gates?&lt;br /&gt;"Well done."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. 6 people who must also do this in THEIR journal:&lt;br /&gt;I dunno. Whoever's reading this now, just do it. XD That includes you Myrna!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7691180979140093983-857319080580430457?l=time-calls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://time-calls.blogspot.com/feeds/857319080580430457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7691180979140093983&amp;postID=857319080580430457' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7691180979140093983/posts/default/857319080580430457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7691180979140093983/posts/default/857319080580430457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://time-calls.blogspot.com/2008/11/1.html' title=''/><author><name>Brenda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12815636665961052459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7691180979140093983.post-1957617462547926315</id><published>2008-11-10T20:26:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T20:48:02.269+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Every word that he says is a dagger in me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll try.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7691180979140093983-1957617462547926315?l=time-calls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://time-calls.blogspot.com/feeds/1957617462547926315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7691180979140093983&amp;postID=1957617462547926315' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7691180979140093983/posts/default/1957617462547926315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7691180979140093983/posts/default/1957617462547926315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://time-calls.blogspot.com/2008/11/every-word-that-he-says-is-dagger-in-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Brenda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12815636665961052459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7691180979140093983.post-5599544492409803251</id><published>2008-11-07T23:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T23:53:56.035+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am so sick of Photoshop. (Karmun don't kill me!) Been on it for two days straight doing random Christmas + choir stuff = majorly multitasking. My shoulders are killing me. &gt;.&lt; This is a whining session. Heh. Oh, and I hate math. Or at least I hate the math homework. BLEAH.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7691180979140093983-5599544492409803251?l=time-calls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://time-calls.blogspot.com/feeds/5599544492409803251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7691180979140093983&amp;postID=5599544492409803251' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7691180979140093983/posts/default/5599544492409803251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7691180979140093983/posts/default/5599544492409803251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://time-calls.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-am-so-sick-of-photoshop.html' title=''/><author><name>Brenda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12815636665961052459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7691180979140093983.post-4340847667281357086</id><published>2008-11-05T21:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T21:23:20.443+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="postbody"&gt;During a visit to the mental asylum, a visitor asked the Director what the criterion was which defined whether or not a patient should be institutionalized.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well," said the Director, "we fill up a bathtub then we offer a teaspoon, a teacup and a bucket to the patient and ask him or her to empty the bathtub."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh, I understand," said the visitor. "A normal person would use the bucket because it's bigger than the spoon or the teacup."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No." said the Director, "A normal person would pull the plug. Do you want a bed near the window?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7691180979140093983-4340847667281357086?l=time-calls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://time-calls.blogspot.com/feeds/4340847667281357086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7691180979140093983&amp;postID=4340847667281357086' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7691180979140093983/posts/default/4340847667281357086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7691180979140093983/posts/default/4340847667281357086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://time-calls.blogspot.com/2008/11/during-visit-to-mental-asylum-visitor.html' title=''/><author><name>Brenda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12815636665961052459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7691180979140093983.post-6622992478400315238</id><published>2008-11-05T16:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T16:51:08.784+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>You always knew it was coming. Death and taxes, as they say. The only thing you could never pinpoint was how or when. All you knew was that it would be too soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don’t believe what anyone tells you. Nobody ever really wants to go. Even the most reckless maniac with a death-wish wants to live – even if it is by the skin of her teeth. She may flirt with her mortality but ultimately all she wants is to be pulled back from the brink. To live another five minutes. To scrape by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So follow your own advice, girl. Don’t fall in love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because in doing so, you will have signed a warrant for your own execution. In effect, you will have planted a knife in your heart – so deeply and so cleanly you don’t even feel it going in. Except when someone twists and pulls it out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7691180979140093983-6622992478400315238?l=time-calls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://time-calls.blogspot.com/feeds/6622992478400315238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7691180979140093983&amp;postID=6622992478400315238' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7691180979140093983/posts/default/6622992478400315238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7691180979140093983/posts/default/6622992478400315238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://time-calls.blogspot.com/2008/11/you-always-knew-it-was-coming.html' title=''/><author><name>Brenda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12815636665961052459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7691180979140093983.post-4897424066103505082</id><published>2008-11-02T16:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T17:48:38.201+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I want to carve out my heart with a blunt knife. At least it would be less painful than what I'm feeling now. Nothing much to blog about. My life's basically a bed of.. pansies? right about now, except for the arrow that's shot straight through my heart. &lt;s&gt;Stupid Cupid.&lt;/s&gt; -_- And my horrible horrible iTunes hates me too and is playing love song after love song. &gt;.&lt; (Okay good it's playing a Jap song now.) This is a rather emo post. Yes yes, the song had to play the words "baka ja nai" just at the moment I typed that. Yes I suppose I'm being very stupid. But I guess my head and my heart just don't connect. At least not this time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7691180979140093983-4897424066103505082?l=time-calls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://time-calls.blogspot.com/feeds/4897424066103505082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7691180979140093983&amp;postID=4897424066103505082' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7691180979140093983/posts/default/4897424066103505082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7691180979140093983/posts/default/4897424066103505082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://time-calls.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-want-to-carve-out-my-heart-with-blunt.html' title=''/><author><name>Brenda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12815636665961052459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7691180979140093983.post-6838465899967528153</id><published>2008-11-01T20:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-01T20:21:53.036+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.efronfreak.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/06/high_school_musical_3_poster_no_hotlinking.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 376px; height: 512px;" src="http://www.efronfreak.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/06/high_school_musical_3_poster_no_hotlinking.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the HSM3 soundtrack! I think it's my favourite soundtrack out of the 3. Although I wanted Tiara to sing more. I find her voice interesting and very cute. =p Maybe it's the freshness of the London accent after all Sharpay's singing. Hmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing much to blog about. Chinese Alevel was okay for me. Heh. OP on wednesday! Whoohoo. After wed PW'll be OVER for good. XD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7691180979140093983-6838465899967528153?l=time-calls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://time-calls.blogspot.com/feeds/6838465899967528153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7691180979140093983&amp;postID=6838465899967528153' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7691180979140093983/posts/default/6838465899967528153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7691180979140093983/posts/default/6838465899967528153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://time-calls.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-love-hsm3-soundtrack-i-think-its-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Brenda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12815636665961052459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7691180979140093983.post-2812718847553567794</id><published>2008-10-27T21:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T21:21:13.510+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>High School Musical 3 is SO NICEEEEE. XD XD XD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7691180979140093983-2812718847553567794?l=time-calls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://time-calls.blogspot.com/feeds/2812718847553567794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7691180979140093983&amp;postID=2812718847553567794' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7691180979140093983/posts/default/2812718847553567794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7691180979140093983/posts/default/2812718847553567794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://time-calls.blogspot.com/2008/10/high-school-musical-3-is-so-niceeeee.html' title=''/><author><name>Brenda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12815636665961052459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7691180979140093983.post-8211045185897817122</id><published>2008-10-26T21:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T21:49:30.914+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I've been so exhausted and energy-less these past 4 days. Ever since Thursday, I've been alternating between bouts of extreme high-ness and periods where I've just wanted to collapse onto a bed and sleep for a week. I have no idea why, but coupled with the stress of the past week, it's been really bad for me. Especially Thursday and today. Not that I've been feeling down, it's just that I've been really really.. tired? Not really the right word, but close enough. Faint is more like it. &gt;.&lt; Basically it's the I-just-want-to-die-and-be-done-with-it feeling. -_- And I am fricking frustrated cos I keep waking up at horrible hours of the morning and I can't get back to sleep. Unless of course I'm exhausted (like Friday). Which is frustrating in itself lo. SIAN.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7691180979140093983-8211045185897817122?l=time-calls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://time-calls.blogspot.com/feeds/8211045185897817122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7691180979140093983&amp;postID=8211045185897817122' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7691180979140093983/posts/default/8211045185897817122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7691180979140093983/posts/default/8211045185897817122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://time-calls.blogspot.com/2008/10/ive-been-so-exhausted-and-energy-less.html' title=''/><author><name>Brenda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12815636665961052459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7691180979140093983.post-6053477064364390785</id><published>2008-10-18T23:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-18T23:53:32.111+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Praise the Lord! My mother allowed me to attend service every week until school starts! This is really a huge breakthrough. My God is an awesome God! (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7691180979140093983-6053477064364390785?l=time-calls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://time-calls.blogspot.com/feeds/6053477064364390785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7691180979140093983&amp;postID=6053477064364390785' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7691180979140093983/posts/default/6053477064364390785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7691180979140093983/posts/default/6053477064364390785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://time-calls.blogspot.com/2008/10/praise-lord-my-mother-allowed-me-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Brenda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12815636665961052459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7691180979140093983.post-5257089339527366306</id><published>2008-10-15T16:44:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T16:46:41.742+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OMG the SC chose Heartsdale for orientation`09!!!! Now I really really really pray I can get to be an OGL next year. I literally screamed out loud when Bao told me the great news OMG. I'm damn damn excited!!!!!!!!!!!! Interview's tomorrow. Pray I can do well!!!!!!!!!! OMG OMG OMG.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7691180979140093983-5257089339527366306?l=time-calls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://time-calls.blogspot.com/feeds/5257089339527366306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7691180979140093983&amp;postID=5257089339527366306' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7691180979140093983/posts/default/5257089339527366306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7691180979140093983/posts/default/5257089339527366306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://time-calls.blogspot.com/2008/10/omg-sc-chose-heartsdale-for.html' title=''/><author><name>Brenda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12815636665961052459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7691180979140093983.post-371489794827940845</id><published>2008-10-14T19:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T19:40:36.083+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dear God,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I have no idea where I am going.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I do not see the road ahead of me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I cannot know for certain where it will end.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Nor do I really know myself... and the fact that I think that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I am following Your will does not mean that I am actually doing so.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But I believe this:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I believe that the desire to please You does in fact please You.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I hope I have that desire in everything I do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I hope I never persist in anything apart from that desire.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And I know that if I do this You will lead me by the right road, though I may know nothing about it at the time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Therefore I will trust You always, for though I may be lost-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and in the shadow of death-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I will not b afraid, because&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I know You will never leave me to face my troubles all alone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7691180979140093983-371489794827940845?l=time-calls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://time-calls.blogspot.com/feeds/371489794827940845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7691180979140093983&amp;postID=371489794827940845' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7691180979140093983/posts/default/371489794827940845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7691180979140093983/posts/default/371489794827940845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://time-calls.blogspot.com/2008/10/dear-god-i-have-no-idea-where-i-am.html' title=''/><author><name>Brenda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12815636665961052459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7691180979140093983.post-4652443197113930319</id><published>2008-10-12T21:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T21:39:08.764+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today's word was wonderfully put across, and made a great impact on me. Pastor Kong really gave me new insights on my relationship with Christ, as well as a deeper understanding. God's presence was really strong today in expo. And I am truly blessed to have such a wonderful God! I may not have as many profound insights on my blog as, let's say Myrna, but I know that as I grow in Christ, I'll mature and grow up as well. I realise I sorta lost the eloquence that I had when I was majorly emo-ing, but in return I gained a self-confidence and an outlook on life I never thought I'd have. And of course, God has blessed my life in so many ways!! Our God is truly an awesome God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, hopefully I can unlock my blog soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I had a great time at lunch today. I'm glad to have our old friendship back. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7691180979140093983-4652443197113930319?l=time-calls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://time-calls.blogspot.com/feeds/4652443197113930319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7691180979140093983&amp;postID=4652443197113930319' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7691180979140093983/posts/default/4652443197113930319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7691180979140093983/posts/default/4652443197113930319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://time-calls.blogspot.com/2008/10/todays-word-was-wonderfully-put-across.html' title=''/><author><name>Brenda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12815636665961052459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7691180979140093983.post-2526418622951773517</id><published>2008-10-11T21:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-11T21:47:37.925+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I've decided not to appeal for H3 bio. Yeah, I'm very interested in H3, but if it means I'm going to have to sacrifice another subject then it's not worth it. I'd rather get 4As than 3As, distinction for H3, and a U for chem or something. Yup. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And God is good! I managed to pass chem overall after failing the entire year. (: And Ms Wong gave me 8/10 for class participation, which is really amazing. Yup. Praise the Lord!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7691180979140093983-2526418622951773517?l=time-calls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://time-calls.blogspot.com/feeds/2526418622951773517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7691180979140093983&amp;postID=2526418622951773517' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7691180979140093983/posts/default/2526418622951773517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7691180979140093983/posts/default/2526418622951773517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://time-calls.blogspot.com/2008/10/ive-decided-not-to-appeal-for-h3-bio.html' title=''/><author><name>Brenda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12815636665961052459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7691180979140093983.post-6240895821595196954</id><published>2008-10-06T21:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T21:38:32.439+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm sad. ): Yeah I did well for bio, with a major improvement from JCTs, but still I don't think it's possible for me to take H3 bio even if I appeal, cos of my chem grade. It's quite depressing knowing that even though I worked very hard for chem, I still didn't do as well as I had hoped. What's more if I can't do better even for the H1 chem paper, then it shows that I'm quite a sad case. It's not the not being able to take H3 that I'm concerned about cos I know that it's no point if I can't cope. It's the worry that I won't be able to understand chem, amplified about six times by the major topics that'll be piled on next year. &gt;.&lt; (I'm also fretting about choir and OP, btw.) Stressed. Uber stressed. ): And I'm really sad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7691180979140093983-6240895821595196954?l=time-calls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://time-calls.blogspot.com/feeds/6240895821595196954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7691180979140093983&amp;postID=6240895821595196954' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7691180979140093983/posts/default/6240895821595196954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7691180979140093983/posts/default/6240895821595196954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://time-calls.blogspot.com/2008/10/im-sad.html' title=''/><author><name>Brenda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12815636665961052459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7691180979140093983.post-4956927445626849045</id><published>2008-10-03T19:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-03T20:17:58.151+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Half the world is sleeping&lt;br /&gt;Half the world's awake&lt;br /&gt;Half can hear their hearts beat&lt;br /&gt;Half just hear them break&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am but a traveler, in most every way&lt;br /&gt;Ask me what you want... to know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a journey it has been&lt;br /&gt;And the end is not in sight&lt;br /&gt;But the stars are out tonight&lt;br /&gt;And they're bound to guide my way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When they're shining on my life&lt;br /&gt;I can see a better day&lt;br /&gt;I won't let the darkness in&lt;br /&gt;What a journey it has been.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7691180979140093983-4956927445626849045?l=time-calls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://time-calls.blogspot.com/feeds/4956927445626849045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7691180979140093983&amp;postID=4956927445626849045' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7691180979140093983/posts/default/4956927445626849045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7691180979140093983/posts/default/4956927445626849045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://time-calls.blogspot.com/2008/10/half-world-is-sleeping-half-worlds.html' title=''/><author><name>Brenda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12815636665961052459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7691180979140093983.post-827424971816401447</id><published>2008-10-01T21:22:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T23:05:23.620+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sometimes I hate myself for having to go through all this. I force myself to forget, but in the end who am I kidding? I can't forget and I can't let it go. And it all ends up the same way. It's not really true that once your heart is broken you start to see cracks in everything, cos I'm mending everything else okay. It's just this one thing that I can't get over, and it's basically the only thing that's cracking right now. All I can say is that I'm glad I have almost mastered the ability to hide my emotions really really well most of the time. It's only when no one's looking or I can't help myself because I'm really really being torn apart inside. Then again, that only happens because of one thing, which should be painfully obvious. I just hope he can't sense all this, but then again wouldn't that be because he's oblivious? &gt;.&lt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7691180979140093983-827424971816401447?l=time-calls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://time-calls.blogspot.com/feeds/827424971816401447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7691180979140093983&amp;postID=827424971816401447' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7691180979140093983/posts/default/827424971816401447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7691180979140093983/posts/default/827424971816401447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://time-calls.blogspot.com/2008/10/sometimes-i-hate-myself-for-having-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Brenda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12815636665961052459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7691180979140093983.post-6756372438427139737</id><published>2008-09-30T13:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T14:11:30.625+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"Sometimes I wish I had never met you. Because then I could go to sleep at night not knowing there was someone like you out there."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"When love is lost, do not bow your head in sadness; instead keep your head up high and gaze into heaven for that is where your broken heart has been sent to heal."&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;"If you live to be a hundred, I want to live to be a hundred minus one day so I never have to live without you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You haven't lost your smile at all, it's right under your nose. You just forgot it was there."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7691180979140093983-6756372438427139737?l=time-calls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://time-calls.blogspot.com/feeds/6756372438427139737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7691180979140093983&amp;postID=6756372438427139737' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7691180979140093983/posts/default/6756372438427139737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7691180979140093983/posts/default/6756372438427139737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://time-calls.blogspot.com/2008/09/sometimes-i-wish-i-had-never-met-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Brenda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12815636665961052459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7691180979140093983.post-3801723570605107</id><published>2008-09-28T19:57:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-28T20:02:42.033+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I thank You, Lord. I thank You with all my heart. I never knew how close he was to my heart until I realised he might be shifted away. I never fully realised how dear a friend he was until yesterday. This shows that we really must treasure our friendships and what we have, because we never know when they might be snatched away. How horrible the words "too late" sound when they ring hollow in our ears; when they resound in our minds. Indeed, better late than never, but sometimes too late is worse than never.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And I will make you proud- just wait and see.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7691180979140093983-3801723570605107?l=time-calls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://time-calls.blogspot.com/feeds/3801723570605107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7691180979140093983&amp;postID=3801723570605107' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7691180979140093983/posts/default/3801723570605107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7691180979140093983/posts/default/3801723570605107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://time-calls.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-thank-you-lord.html' title=''/><author><name>Brenda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12815636665961052459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7691180979140093983.post-54581576373745588</id><published>2008-09-26T21:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-26T21:56:15.195+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>One more day, and then it's over for the rest of the year, except MT A's and PW. No more exams, no more mugging like crazy. Then again studying goes on for Alevels next year, and for the rest of our miserable lives. Lol. (Just as I typed that I received an email from Get-A-Life. Interesting.) I am evidently slacking, as usual. Then again the last paper's Lit, and it's on Monday. =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really looking forward to tomorrow, cos I've been deprived of cell for so long. (Well, it's only been 2 weeks, but still.) I miss going to Bishan every Saturday. (The way I'm talking, it sounds like I've been on holiday for ten thousand years.) But yeah, I suppose you could call it an addiction. Heh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7691180979140093983-54581576373745588?l=time-calls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://time-calls.blogspot.com/feeds/54581576373745588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7691180979140093983&amp;postID=54581576373745588' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7691180979140093983/posts/default/54581576373745588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7691180979140093983/posts/default/54581576373745588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://time-calls.blogspot.com/2008/09/one-more-day-and-then-its-over-for-rest.html' title=''/><author><name>Brenda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12815636665961052459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7691180979140093983.post-4205280705809057265</id><published>2008-09-24T17:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-24T18:32:16.273+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Take my love, for love is everlasting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Les Miserables is so heart-wrenching. Then again a lot of us would find ourselves in at least one of the characters' shoes at least once in our lives. And right now I can find myself empathising with the character of Eponine- at least, part of it. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Her life was cold and dark, yet she was unafraid&lt;/span&gt;. I really admire her strength and selfless sacrifice. She did so much for the rebelling students, and Marius, although it was more than she could afford to, and ultimately sacrificed her life to make the one she loved happy. Her part is so touching, and Lea Salonga's portrayal of the character really made tears come to my eyes, especially during her swan song. (Technically, since she returns as a spirit at the end.) I sort of miss the days I could just sing On My Own without emotional pain though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And remember the truth that once was spoken.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7691180979140093983-4205280705809057265?l=time-calls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://time-calls.blogspot.com/feeds/4205280705809057265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7691180979140093983&amp;postID=4205280705809057265' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7691180979140093983/posts/default/4205280705809057265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7691180979140093983/posts/default/4205280705809057265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://time-calls.blogspot.com/2008/09/take-my-love-for-love-is-everlasting.html' title=''/><author><name>Brenda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12815636665961052459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7691180979140093983.post-8909036963367637426</id><published>2008-09-19T22:11:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-19T22:25:06.268+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>And now I'm all alone again&lt;br /&gt;Nowhere to go, no one to turn to&lt;br /&gt;Without a hope, without a friend&lt;br /&gt;Without someone to say "hello" to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now the night is near&lt;br /&gt;Now I can make believe he's here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I walk alone at night when everybody else is sleeping&lt;br /&gt;I think of him, and then I'm happy with the company I'm keeping&lt;br /&gt;The city goes to bed, and I can live inside my head&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On my own&lt;br /&gt;Pretending he's beside me&lt;br /&gt;All alone&lt;br /&gt;I walk with him til morning&lt;br /&gt;Without him&lt;br /&gt;I feel his arms around me&lt;br /&gt;And when I lose my way&lt;br /&gt;I close my eyes&lt;br /&gt;And he has found me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the rain&lt;br /&gt;The pavement shines like silver&lt;br /&gt;And the lights&lt;br /&gt;Are misty in the river&lt;br /&gt;In the darkness&lt;br /&gt;The trees are full of starlight&lt;br /&gt;And all I see is him and me&lt;br /&gt;Forever and forever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I know&lt;br /&gt;It's only in my mind&lt;br /&gt;That I'm talking to myself&lt;br /&gt;And not to him&lt;br /&gt;And although&lt;br /&gt;I know that he is blind&lt;br /&gt;Still I say&lt;br /&gt;There's a way for us&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love him&lt;br /&gt;But when the night is over&lt;br /&gt;He is gone&lt;br /&gt;The river's just a river&lt;br /&gt;In the darkness&lt;br /&gt;The world around me changes&lt;br /&gt;The trees are bare, and everywhere&lt;br /&gt;The streets are full of strangers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love him&lt;br /&gt;But every day I'm lonely&lt;br /&gt;All this time&lt;br /&gt;I've only been pretending&lt;br /&gt;Without me&lt;br /&gt;His world will go on turning&lt;br /&gt;The world is full of happiness&lt;br /&gt;That I have never known&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love him&lt;br /&gt;I love him&lt;br /&gt;I love him&lt;br /&gt;But only on my own&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7691180979140093983-8909036963367637426?l=time-calls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://time-calls.blogspot.com/feeds/8909036963367637426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7691180979140093983&amp;postID=8909036963367637426' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7691180979140093983/posts/default/8909036963367637426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7691180979140093983/posts/default/8909036963367637426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://time-calls.blogspot.com/2008/09/and-now-im-all-alone-again-nowhere-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Brenda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12815636665961052459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7691180979140093983.post-4633952103034725290</id><published>2008-09-18T20:02:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-18T20:02:44.739+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>At the end of time, billions of people were seated on a great plain before God's throne. Most shrank back from the brilliant light before them. But some groups near the front talked heatedly, not cringing with shame - but with belligerence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Can God judge us? How can He know about suffering?", snapped a pert young brunette. She ripped open a sleeve to reveal a tattooed number from a Nazi concentration camp. "We endured terror ... beatings ... torture ... death!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In another group a Negro boy lowered his collar. "What about this?" he demanded, showing an ugly rope burn. "Lynched, for no crime but being black !"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In another crowd there was a pregnant schoolgirl with sullen eyes: "Why should I suffer?" she murmured. "It wasn't my fault." Far out across the plain were hundreds of such groups. Each had a complaint against God for the evil and suffering He had permitted in His world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How lucky God was to live in Heaven, where all was sweetness and light. Where there was no weeping or fear, no hunger or hatred. What did God know of all that man had been forced to endure in this world? For God leads a pretty sheltered life, they said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So each of these groups sent forth their leader, chosen because he had suffered the most. A Jew, a negro, a person from Hiroshima, a horribly deformed arthritic, a thalidomide child. In the centre of the vast plain, they consulted with each other. At last they were ready to present their case. It was rather clever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before God could be qualified to be their judge, He must endure what they had endured. Their decision was that God should be sentenced to live on earth as a man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let him be born a Jew. Let the legitimacy of his birth be doubted. Give him a work so difficult that even his family will think him out of his mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let him be betrayed by his closest friends. Let him face false charges, be tried by a prejudiced jury and convicted by a cowardly judge. Let him be tortured.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the last, let him see what it means to be terribly alone. Then let him die so there can be no doubt he died. Let there be a great host of witnesses to verify it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As each leader announced his portion of the sentence, loud murmurs of approval went up from the throng of people assembled. When the last had finished pronouncing sentence, there was a long silence. No one uttered a word. No one moved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For suddenly, all knew that God had already served His sentence.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7691180979140093983-4633952103034725290?l=time-calls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://time-calls.blogspot.com/feeds/4633952103034725290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7691180979140093983&amp;postID=4633952103034725290' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7691180979140093983/posts/default/4633952103034725290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7691180979140093983/posts/default/4633952103034725290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://time-calls.blogspot.com/2008/09/at-end-of-time-billions-of-people-were.html' title=''/><author><name>Brenda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12815636665961052459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7691180979140093983.post-5516921408539193093</id><published>2008-09-17T20:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T21:15:26.938+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's amazing how the one person who can make you cry, is also the one person who can make you laugh through your tears. The one person who has affected my life so much, is also the same person who has changed my life for the better. The best thing is that he knows about both situations, and he never judged me. He saw me for who I am and what I can do. Rather, I was the one who judged myself. This person never judged me- and God never did either!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So who am I to even dare to judge myself? I'm 100% perfect as far as I'm concerned, long as I faithfully follow Christ. It doesn't matter what I've done on this earth- Jesus died to give me a new life! And if God didn't judge me, I have no right to judge myself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7691180979140093983-5516921408539193093?l=time-calls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://time-calls.blogspot.com/feeds/5516921408539193093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7691180979140093983&amp;postID=5516921408539193093' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7691180979140093983/posts/default/5516921408539193093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7691180979140093983/posts/default/5516921408539193093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://time-calls.blogspot.com/2008/09/its-amazing-how-one-person-who-can-make.html' title=''/><author><name>Brenda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12815636665961052459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7691180979140093983.post-7608547498982374893</id><published>2008-09-16T21:49:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T22:17:56.805+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's amazing how some people have the self-control to go on hiatus and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;stay&lt;/span&gt; on hiatus near exam time. I for one can never stay on hiatus for long, because inevitably I'll find some excuse to slack off and get on the comp. And when I'm bored of surfing the net, what else can I do but- you guessed it- blog. After all I'm not a superwoman- I have to let off steam from time to time. And rather than venting it on innocent (or not) people, I'd rather set fire to my blog. Which is what the following paragraph will be about, so unless you want to read a way-too-emo-to-belong-to-Brenda post, stop reading here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah whatever. So much for A for bio and C for the rest- I don't even have the confidence to&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; pass&lt;/span&gt; everything. Maths is obviously a wreck. But I'm focusing so much on chem and bio that I have insufficient time to complete any of my tutorials except P&amp;amp;C, which is no big deal. I have no confidence in maths- nor chem/bio for that matter. Maybe it's the wrong study method for me, but I can't remember a lot of chem information, including major components like chem bonding and organic chem. Even for bio I'm slowly being drained of information. I don't know if it's an information overload, but I keep forgetting the stuff I memorised, and I keep leaving out keywords in essays/structured questions. I can't fault the syllabus or the teachers, so obviously the problem lies with me. I'm really scared that I can't meet my own expectations for promos. Heck any external force that tells me to get A for maths- if I can attain a C I'll be screaming and jumping for joy. (Figuratively.) I don't need H3 bio, but if I can't even meet the criteria for taking a H3 subject I'll be really demoralised. And it's not helping that the people around me all seem to be able to do their work fine. It's amazing how I can keep encouraging others and telling them they'll do fine for promos, but I can't motivate myself. Myrna, where are you?!?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7691180979140093983-7608547498982374893?l=time-calls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://time-calls.blogspot.com/feeds/7608547498982374893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7691180979140093983&amp;postID=7608547498982374893' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7691180979140093983/posts/default/7608547498982374893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7691180979140093983/posts/default/7608547498982374893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://time-calls.blogspot.com/2008/09/its-amazing-how-some-people-have-self.html' title=''/><author><name>Brenda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12815636665961052459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7691180979140093983.post-6057536113153992513</id><published>2008-09-15T20:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T21:22:54.068+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Fast forward your music player through three songs while shuffle is on. To answer the following questions, you can only use lyrics from these three songs. You can use any number of words, but if you use more than one, the words must be consecutive within the song. Answers must not be identical and you cannot use words from the same line twice. Use the lyrics wisely! Test your wit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 - What are your songs?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lyricsdownload.com/jaci-velasquez-we-will-overcome-lyrics.html"&gt;We Will Overcome&lt;/a&gt; - Jaci Velasquez&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://artists.letssingit.com/enchanted-lyrics-true-loves-kiss-dnf1wx9"&gt;True Love's Kiss&lt;/a&gt; - Enchanted&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lyricsfreak.com/b/barbra+streisand/tell+him_20012711.html"&gt;Tell Him&lt;/a&gt; - Barbara Streisand &amp;amp; Celine Dion&lt;br /&gt;(Actually my 2nd song was 'Tell Me', but NOOO.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 - Describe yourself.&lt;br /&gt;You're the fairest maid I've ever met&lt;br /&gt;(OMG so ego!!! Haha but it's the most suitable lo.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 - When is your birthday?&lt;br /&gt;Tell him&lt;br /&gt;(Haha sounds like I'm being bossy. =p)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 - Name one of your convictions.&lt;br /&gt;He will give us all the strength that we need&lt;br /&gt;(Amen!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 - What do you want to accomplish in life?&lt;br /&gt;We will overcome all the pain in this world&lt;br /&gt;(Nice one.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6 - What do you think is one of the biggest problems in the world?&lt;br /&gt;We all get disillusioned&lt;br /&gt;With all of life's confusions&lt;br /&gt;(Definitely.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 - What is the most fun thing you've ever done in your whole life?&lt;br /&gt;Do you pull each others' tails?&lt;br /&gt;(Hilarious!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 - What do you do with your free time?&lt;br /&gt;I've been dreaming of a true love's kiss&lt;br /&gt;(OMG LOL!!! Wth.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9 - Which would you prefer: Books or games?&lt;br /&gt;That's what brings everaftering so happy&lt;br /&gt;(Lol.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10 - How are you feeling today?&lt;br /&gt;Feels like your heart is breaking&lt;br /&gt;Nobody close enough to ease your mind&lt;br /&gt;(Hmm. Read my previous posts lo.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11 - What did you eat for dinner today?&lt;br /&gt;Seeds&lt;br /&gt;(LOL!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12 - What do you think about the thing you're doing most nowadays?&lt;br /&gt;We will overcome&lt;br /&gt;(Yeah!!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13 - What would you do if you had to stay for 2 days in an airport?&lt;br /&gt;Your faith will lead love where it has to go&lt;br /&gt;(Makes.. a bit of sense- I think.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14 - Which would you prefer: Chatting with friends or doing something alone?&lt;br /&gt;Reach out to him&lt;br /&gt;(Haha chatting lo.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15 - What do you think of your friends?&lt;br /&gt;Its a steady flame that grows&lt;br /&gt;(Nice.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16 - What do your friends think of you?&lt;br /&gt;In the hearts of those who know&lt;br /&gt;(=p Awww so sweet. =p)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17 - What would you tell a friend about to commit suicide?&lt;br /&gt;Never let him go&lt;br /&gt;(Haha.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18 - What can you say about your best friend?&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes we simply have to walk by faith&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19 - How would you react if something really bad happened today?&lt;br /&gt;But you've got to know that&lt;br /&gt;The Father's always there by your side&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20 - What do you like most about your crush?&lt;br /&gt;Love is light that surely glows&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21 - What would you most want your crush to say to you?&lt;br /&gt;Tonight love will assume its place&lt;br /&gt;This memory time cannot erase&lt;br /&gt;(Omg I feel like crying.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22 - How would you respond?&lt;br /&gt;Since first we knew love through true love's kiss&lt;br /&gt;(Omg so sweet.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23 - Is this quiz irritating you?&lt;br /&gt;The road may not be easy&lt;br /&gt;(Lol.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7691180979140093983-6057536113153992513?l=time-calls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://time-calls.blogspot.com/feeds/6057536113153992513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7691180979140093983&amp;postID=6057536113153992513' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7691180979140093983/posts/default/6057536113153992513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7691180979140093983/posts/default/6057536113153992513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://time-calls.blogspot.com/2008/09/fast-forward-your-music-player-through.html' title=''/><author><name>Brenda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12815636665961052459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7691180979140093983.post-3139473145360158516</id><published>2008-09-14T23:38:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-14T23:48:15.897+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Poem found on deviantart, not written by me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You watch him from a distance&lt;br /&gt;You love to see him smile&lt;br /&gt;You wish one day he might be yours&lt;br /&gt;If only for a while&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You wish that you could tell him&lt;br /&gt;To have the strength to say,&lt;br /&gt;“I love you and I wish that you&lt;br /&gt;Could feel the same one day!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your heart beats as he comes towards you&lt;br /&gt;Only to walk on by&lt;br /&gt;You try to tell yourself you don’t love him&lt;br /&gt;Try to believe your lie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You wish, you dream, you hope, you pray&lt;br /&gt;That you could be together&lt;br /&gt;Maybe if you could make him see&lt;br /&gt;That you two could last forever&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7691180979140093983-3139473145360158516?l=time-calls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://time-calls.blogspot.com/feeds/3139473145360158516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7691180979140093983&amp;postID=3139473145360158516' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7691180979140093983/posts/default/3139473145360158516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7691180979140093983/posts/default/3139473145360158516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://time-calls.blogspot.com/2008/09/poem-found-on-deviantart-not-written-by.html' title=''/><author><name>Brenda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12815636665961052459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7691180979140093983.post-4878677548590125232</id><published>2008-09-14T22:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-14T23:01:29.078+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>1. Where do you hang your towel to dry after showering?&lt;br /&gt;Toilet rack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. What kind of mouse pad do you have?&lt;br /&gt;I don't use one hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Do you brush your hair with a comb or a brush?&lt;br /&gt;My hair is the one-in-a-million sort that needs no combing/brushing to tame. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. In your opinion, who do you think is the hottest celebrity?&lt;br /&gt;Err no idea, I don't really follow this type of stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. You have a project due tomorrow, do you use tape or glue?&lt;br /&gt;Huh? Depends on the project lo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Chicken or pork?&lt;br /&gt;Chicken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. By the time you get to school, is it still dark?&lt;br /&gt;Most of the time, except occasional wednesdays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. If you had a choice to be a unicorn or mermaid which would it be?&lt;br /&gt;Lol since I have a phobia of the ocean, I'd rather be a unicorn. Although mermaids are pretty too! =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where is question 9??&lt;br /&gt;7 ate it. (Kongmeng's answer is sick. Lol.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. What time does the sun usually set?&lt;br /&gt;I don't really care you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. What/who do you think of last before you go to sleep?&lt;br /&gt;=p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Do you wear braces?&lt;br /&gt;Nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Can you do a hand stand?&lt;br /&gt;Nope, I can do a foot stand though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. If you were the opposite sex, how would you style your hair?&lt;br /&gt;Erm, spikey? =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. What level English are you in?&lt;br /&gt;Huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Jessica Simpson or Alba?&lt;br /&gt;I have no idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Which subject is worse, English or Math?&lt;br /&gt;MATH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. What’s one thing you really want to do this very moment?&lt;br /&gt;Be with a certain someone whom I can't have. (WAIIIT. Don't think wrong!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. What movie are you embarrassed to admit you’ve watched&lt;br /&gt;Erm I have no idea. Barbie movies? Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. CD player or iPOD?&lt;br /&gt;iPod, definitely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Would you rather spin upside down going 30 miles or drop 400 ft. into water?&lt;br /&gt;Err neither, thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. Whats your favorite shape?&lt;br /&gt;Circle? Or heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. What do you have planned for the weekend?&lt;br /&gt;What weekend? Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. Have you ever gone ice skating?&lt;br /&gt;Yup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. If you were put in a room with nothing except for a pencil and paper, what would you do?&lt;br /&gt;Draw. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. Is it always easy finding your remote every time you want to watch TV?&lt;br /&gt;Relatively. It's either on the coffee table or the dining table depending on whether it's my mother or father who last watched TV.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. How was your day?&lt;br /&gt;Sian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. Do you grow your nails, bite or cut them?&lt;br /&gt;Grow- but I'm a habitual biter when I'm stressed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. Describe your handwriting:&lt;br /&gt;Ever-changing. Heh. But according to a lot of people, WAY TOO SMALL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. Do you bruise easily?&lt;br /&gt;Not really. Don't ask me how I found out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. There`s nothing on TV except Barney and Japanese news what do you do?&lt;br /&gt;Barney, so I can watch it and mutter under my breath about how Barney's evil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. You got a essay due, you either can type or write in pen, which will it be?&lt;br /&gt;Type; I have a typing speed of 100+ words/min.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36. Do you wear jeans to relax at home?&lt;br /&gt;No way. Way too uncomfortable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37. Describe yourself using three words:&lt;br /&gt;I rock, period. XD (Okay that's pushing it, but whatever.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39. Do you like ice in your drink?&lt;br /&gt;Not really. =p I once ordered a strawberry ice blended without ice. Go figure.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7691180979140093983-4878677548590125232?l=time-calls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://time-calls.blogspot.com/feeds/4878677548590125232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7691180979140093983&amp;postID=4878677548590125232' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7691180979140093983/posts/default/4878677548590125232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7691180979140093983/posts/default/4878677548590125232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://time-calls.blogspot.com/2008/09/1.html' title=''/><author><name>Brenda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12815636665961052459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7691180979140093983.post-8121160010555304575</id><published>2008-09-12T21:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-13T23:51:36.014+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia, bookman old style, palatino linotype, book antiqua, palatino, trebuchet ms, helvetica, garamond, sans-serif, arial, verdana, avante garde, century gothic, comic sans ms, times, times new roman, serif;"&gt;God can heal a broken heart, but He has to have all the pieces.  ~&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Author unknown&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia, bookman old style, palatino linotype, book antiqua, palatino, trebuchet ms, helvetica, garamond, sans-serif, arial, verdana, avante garde, century gothic, comic sans ms, times, times new roman, serif;"&gt;I never knew until that moment how bad it could hurt to lose something you never really had.  ~From the television show &lt;i&gt;The Wonder Years&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia, bookman old style, palatino linotype, book antiqua, palatino, trebuchet ms, helvetica, garamond, sans-serif, arial, verdana, avante garde, century gothic, comic sans ms, times, times new roman, serif;"&gt;Death is not the greatest loss in life.  The greatest loss is what dies inside us while we live.  ~&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Norman Cousins&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7691180979140093983-8121160010555304575?l=time-calls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://time-calls.blogspot.com/feeds/8121160010555304575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7691180979140093983&amp;postID=8121160010555304575' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7691180979140093983/posts/default/8121160010555304575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7691180979140093983/posts/default/8121160010555304575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://time-calls.blogspot.com/2008/09/god-can-heal-broken-heart-but-he-has-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Brenda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12815636665961052459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7691180979140093983.post-9071044707541575162</id><published>2008-09-10T21:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T21:39:08.562+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>He looks at me&lt;br /&gt;I fake a smile so he won't see&lt;br /&gt;That I want and I need&lt;br /&gt;Everything that we should be&lt;br /&gt;I'll bet it's beautiful&lt;br /&gt;That world he talks about&lt;br /&gt;And he's got everything that I have to live without&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He talks to me&lt;br /&gt;I laugh cos it's just so funny&lt;br /&gt;That I can't even see&lt;br /&gt;Anyone when he's with me&lt;br /&gt;He says we're not to be&lt;br /&gt;It's time I got it right&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if he knows he's all I think about at night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's the reason for the teardrops on my guitar&lt;br /&gt;The only thing that keeps me wishing on a wishing star&lt;br /&gt;He's the song in the car I keep singing&lt;br /&gt;Don't know why I do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He walks by me&lt;br /&gt;Can't he tell that I can't breathe?&lt;br /&gt;And there he goes, so perfectly&lt;br /&gt;The kind of flawless I wish I could be&lt;br /&gt;I wish he'd hold me tight, give me all his love&lt;br /&gt;But in those beautiful eyes, I know I'm not there cos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's the reason for the teardrops on my guitar&lt;br /&gt;The only thing that keeps me wishing on a wishing star&lt;br /&gt;He's the song in the car I keep singing&lt;br /&gt;Don't know why I do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I go home alone&lt;br /&gt;As I turn out the light&lt;br /&gt;I'll put his picture down and maybe&lt;br /&gt;Get some sleep tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's the reason for the teardrops on my guitar&lt;br /&gt;The only one who's got enough of me to break my heart&lt;br /&gt;He's the song in the car I keep singing&lt;br /&gt;Don't know why I do&lt;br /&gt;He's the time taken up, but there's never enough&lt;br /&gt;And he's all that I need to fall into&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He looks at me&lt;br /&gt;I fake a smile so he won't see&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7691180979140093983-9071044707541575162?l=time-calls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://time-calls.blogspot.com/feeds/9071044707541575162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7691180979140093983&amp;postID=9071044707541575162' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7691180979140093983/posts/default/9071044707541575162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7691180979140093983/posts/default/9071044707541575162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://time-calls.blogspot.com/2008/09/he-looks-at-me-i-fake-smile-so-he-wont.html' title=''/><author><name>Brenda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12815636665961052459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7691180979140093983.post-2219211587781609958</id><published>2008-09-07T23:05:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-08T20:02:51.231+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Really Long Survey (over 200)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is your name?: Brenda.&lt;br /&gt;Are you named after anyone?: Nope.&lt;br /&gt;Would you name a child of yours after you?: Probably not.&lt;br /&gt;If you were born a member of the opposite sex what would your name be?: Brandon? Lol.&lt;br /&gt;If you could switch names with a friend who would it be?: Dunno.&lt;br /&gt;Are there any mispronounciations/typos that ppl do w/ your name constantly?: Branda, Breda, Brande. -__-&lt;br /&gt;Would you drop your last name if you became famous?: Don't think so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Basics&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your gender: Female.&lt;br /&gt;Straight/Gay/Bi: Straight, duhh.&lt;br /&gt;Single?: Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;If not, do you want to be?: NA.&lt;br /&gt;Birthdate: 21 March 1991.&lt;br /&gt;Your age: 17.&lt;br /&gt;Age you act: Hehe, depends.&lt;br /&gt;Age you wish you were: I'm happy with my own age thanks.&lt;br /&gt;Your height: 172cm.&lt;br /&gt;Eye color: Brown.&lt;br /&gt;Happy with it?: Not really, too dark. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;Hair color: Black-half-dyed-brown.&lt;br /&gt;Happy with it?: Nope, I want red highlights! (:&lt;br /&gt;Lefty/righty/ambidextrous: Right.&lt;br /&gt;Your living arrangement: Huh?&lt;br /&gt;Your family: Huh?&lt;br /&gt;Have any pets?: Nope. Unless you count my stuffed toys.&lt;br /&gt;Whats your job?: Student.&lt;br /&gt;Piercings?: 12.&lt;br /&gt;Tattoos?: None.&lt;br /&gt;Obsessions?: A lot. =p&lt;br /&gt;Addictions?: None really.&lt;br /&gt;Do you speak another language?: Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;Have a favorite quote?: Yup. (This survey never asked what it was though.)&lt;br /&gt;Do you have a webpage?: A blog. Which is where people're reading this now, duhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Deep Thoughts About Life and You in it&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you live in the moment?: Huh?&lt;br /&gt;Do you consider yourself tolerant of others?: Yup.&lt;br /&gt;Do you have any secrets?: Duh.&lt;br /&gt;Do you hate yourself?: Hate is a strong word.&lt;br /&gt;Do you like your handwriting?: Not really. =p&lt;br /&gt;Do you have any bad habits?: Yup.&lt;br /&gt;What is the compliment you get from most people?: My voice. =p&lt;br /&gt;If a movie was made about your life, what would it be called?: I dunno.&lt;br /&gt;Can you sing?: Yup.&lt;br /&gt;Do you ever pretend to be someone else just to look cool?: Nope.&lt;br /&gt;Are you a loner?: Not really.. I think.&lt;br /&gt;What are your #1 priorities in life?: Dunno, will think about it.&lt;br /&gt;If you were another person, would you be friends with you?: LOL. I guess?&lt;br /&gt;Are you a daredevil?: Nope.&lt;br /&gt;Is there anything you fear or hate about yourself?: Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;Are you passive or agressive?: Depends.&lt;br /&gt;Do you have a journal?: Online.&lt;br /&gt;What is your greatest strength and weakness?: LOL essay ah.&lt;br /&gt;If you could change one thing about yourself, what would it be?: Not telling.&lt;br /&gt;Do you think you are emotionally strong?: Nope. Not really.&lt;br /&gt;Is there anything you regret doing/not doing in life?: Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;Do you think life has been good so far?: Okay lah. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;What do you like the most about your body?: My piercings! Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;And least?: Not enough piercings. =p&lt;br /&gt;Do you think you are good looking?: Not really.&lt;br /&gt;Are you confident?: Nope.&lt;br /&gt;What is the fictional character you are most like?: Erm, who knows.&lt;br /&gt;Are you perceived wrongly?: Dunno. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do You...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smoke?: Nope.&lt;br /&gt;Read the newspaper?: The politically correct answer would be yes, but unfortunately no. =p&lt;br /&gt;Pray?: Of course.&lt;br /&gt;Go to church?: Definitely.&lt;br /&gt;Talk to strangers who IM you?: NA.&lt;br /&gt;Sleep with stuffed animals?: Yup.&lt;br /&gt;Take walks in the rain?: Uh huh.&lt;br /&gt;Talk to people even though you hate them?: Okay la. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;Drive?: Nope, no license.&lt;br /&gt;Like to drive fast?: NA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Would or Have You Ever?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Liked your voice?: Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;Hurt yourself?: Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;Been out of the country?: Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;Eaten something that made other people sick?: Probably, given my eating habits. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;Been in love?: Yup.&lt;br /&gt;Gone skinny dipping?: Nope.&lt;br /&gt;Had a medical emergency?: Not really an emergency.&lt;br /&gt;Had surgery?: Yup.&lt;br /&gt;Ran away from home?: Nope.&lt;br /&gt;Gotten beaten up?: No.&lt;br /&gt;Beaten someone up?: No.&lt;br /&gt;Been picked on?: No.&lt;br /&gt;Been on stage?: Of course.&lt;br /&gt;Slept outdoors?: I think so.&lt;br /&gt;Thought about suicide?: =p&lt;br /&gt;Pulled an all nighter?: Huh?&lt;br /&gt;If yes, what is your record?: Oh, I get it. No.&lt;br /&gt;Gone one day without food?: Yup.&lt;br /&gt;Talked on the phone all night?: No.&lt;br /&gt;Slept all day?: Half a day. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;Killed someone?: Cockroaches? =p&lt;br /&gt;Made out with a stranger?: No.&lt;br /&gt;Kissed the same sex?: No.&lt;br /&gt;Been betrayed?: Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;Had a dream that came true?: Not sure.&lt;br /&gt;Broken the law?: No.&lt;br /&gt;Met a famous person?: Don't think so.&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever killed an animal by accident?: No.&lt;br /&gt;On purpose?: Duh. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;Stolen anything?: Nope.&lt;br /&gt;Been on radio/tv?: Nope.&lt;br /&gt;Been in a mosh-pit?: What?&lt;br /&gt;Had a nervous breakdown?: Not yet.&lt;br /&gt;Bungee jumped?: No way!!!&lt;br /&gt;Had a dream that kept coming back?: Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Beliefs&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Belive in life on other planets?: Maybe.&lt;br /&gt;Miracles?: Definitely.&lt;br /&gt;Astrology?: Not really.&lt;br /&gt;Magic?: Somewhat.&lt;br /&gt;God?: Amen!&lt;br /&gt;Satan?: With light comes darkness.&lt;br /&gt;Santa?: Maybe.&lt;br /&gt;Ghosts?: No.&lt;br /&gt;Luck?: A bit.&lt;br /&gt;Love at first sight?: Probably. =p&lt;br /&gt;Yin and yang (that good cant exist w/o bad)?: Somewhat.&lt;br /&gt;Witches?: No.&lt;br /&gt;Easter bunny?: No.&lt;br /&gt;Believe its possible to remain faithful forever?: Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;Believe theres a pot of gold at the end of a rainbow?: Not really.&lt;br /&gt;Do you wish on stars?: Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Deep Theological Questions&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you believe in the traditional view of Heaven and Hell?: What's the traditional view?&lt;br /&gt;Do you think God has a gender?: Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;Do you believe in organized religion?: HUH?&lt;br /&gt;Where do you think we go when we die?: Depends on your life on earth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Friends&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you have any gay/lesbian friends?: Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;Who is your best friend?: Dunno.&lt;br /&gt;Your favourite inside joke?: Lol. Can't really remember.&lt;br /&gt;Newest?: Kenneth.&lt;br /&gt;Shyest?: Dunno.&lt;br /&gt;Funniest?: Lol a lot of people crack me up.&lt;br /&gt;Sweetest?: A lot. (:&lt;br /&gt;Closest?: Dunno.&lt;br /&gt;Weirdest?: Hahaha all my friends are weird! Comes with knowing me.&lt;br /&gt;Smartest?: Hui Ching.&lt;br /&gt;Ditziest?: LOL a lot of people can fill this space.&lt;br /&gt;Friends you miss being close to the most?: Dunno.&lt;br /&gt;Last person you talked to online?: Wilson.&lt;br /&gt;Who do you talk to most online?: Depends lo.&lt;br /&gt;Who are you on the phone with most?: Nowadays YH/ShaunLum.&lt;br /&gt;Who do you trust most?: God, and my cell leaders.&lt;br /&gt;Who listens to your problems?: See above qn.&lt;br /&gt;Who do you fight most with?: No one, I guess.&lt;br /&gt;Do you always feel understood?: Not really.&lt;br /&gt;Do you trust others easily?: Nope.&lt;br /&gt;Do your friends know you?: Nope.&lt;br /&gt;Friend that lives farthest away:: Sean Tan! Australia. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Love and All That&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you consider love a mistake?: No.&lt;br /&gt;What do you find romantic?: Lol. Essay qn again.&lt;br /&gt;Turn-on?: NA.&lt;br /&gt;Turn-off?: Bad hygiene.&lt;br /&gt;First kiss?: NA.&lt;br /&gt;If someone u had no interest in had interest in dating u how would u feel?: Erm. Dunno.&lt;br /&gt;Do you prefer knowing someone before dating them or going: ???&lt;br /&gt;Have u ever wished it was more socially acceptable 4 a girl 2 ask a guy out: Yeah. heh.&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever been romantically attracted to someone physically unattractiv: Don't think so.&lt;br /&gt;Do you think the opposite sex finds you good looking?: Dunno. Don't think so.&lt;br /&gt;What is best about the opposite sex?: Lol this is too general.&lt;br /&gt;What is the worst thing about the opposite sex?: Depends.&lt;br /&gt;Are you in love?: Dunno.&lt;br /&gt;Do you consider your significant other hot?: NA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Who Was the Last Person...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That haunted you?: Person? Or ghost? Lol.&lt;br /&gt;You wanted to kill?: I am not a murderer.&lt;br /&gt;That you laughed at?: Lol quite a few people.&lt;br /&gt;That laughed at you?: Dunno.&lt;br /&gt;That turned you on?: NA.&lt;br /&gt;You went shopping with?: Can't remember, I haven't gone shopping in agessss.&lt;br /&gt;That broke your heart?: ********.&lt;br /&gt;To disappoint you?: ********.&lt;br /&gt;To ask you out?: NA.&lt;br /&gt;To make you cry?: No one?&lt;br /&gt;To brighten up your day?: Cell. (:&lt;br /&gt;That you thought about?: The people who brightened up my day, in response to the previous qn.&lt;br /&gt;You saw a movie with?: Yanghong and Wilson. Yes I have no life.&lt;br /&gt;You talked to on the phone?: Shaun Lum, I think.&lt;br /&gt;You talked to through IM/ICQ?: Kent.&lt;br /&gt;You saw?: My mother.&lt;br /&gt;You lost?: Grand-aunt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Right This Moment...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you going out?: ??&lt;br /&gt;Will it be with your significant other?: HUH?&lt;br /&gt;Or some random person?: ??&lt;br /&gt;What are you wearing right now?: Pyjamas. =p&lt;br /&gt;What are you worried about right now?: Promos.&lt;br /&gt;What book are you reading?: No books. Notes only. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;Are you bored?: Evidently!&lt;br /&gt;Are you tired?: Yeah, but hotmail's being idiotic so I can't sleep.&lt;br /&gt;Are you talking to anyone online?: Kent.&lt;br /&gt;Are you talking to anyone on the phone?: Nope.&lt;br /&gt;Are you lonely or content?: Lonely. =p&lt;br /&gt;Are you listening to music?: Yup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bzoink.com/S445/Really_Long_Survey_%28over_200%29.html" title="Really Long Survey (over 200)"&gt;Fill out this survey yourself&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bzoink.com/surveys" title="Bzoink Surveys"&gt;Find a different survey&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brought to you by &lt;a href="http://www.bzoink.com/" title="Bzoink"&gt;Bzoink&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7691180979140093983-2219211587781609958?l=time-calls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://time-calls.blogspot.com/feeds/2219211587781609958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7691180979140093983&amp;postID=2219211587781609958' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7691180979140093983/posts/default/2219211587781609958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7691180979140093983/posts/default/2219211587781609958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://time-calls.blogspot.com/2008/09/really-long-survey-over-200-what-is.html' title=''/><author><name>Brenda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12815636665961052459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7691180979140093983.post-2034682606265380206</id><published>2008-09-07T20:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-07T20:30:38.541+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Couldn't resist blogging today, since it's a very nice date. Lol. 070908. =p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7691180979140093983-2034682606265380206?l=time-calls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://time-calls.blogspot.com/feeds/2034682606265380206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7691180979140093983&amp;postID=2034682606265380206' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7691180979140093983/posts/default/2034682606265380206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7691180979140093983/posts/default/2034682606265380206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://time-calls.blogspot.com/2008/09/couldnt-resist-blogging-today-since-its.html' title=''/><author><name>Brenda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12815636665961052459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7691180979140093983.post-8312852711289857623</id><published>2008-09-05T23:58:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-06T13:10:47.992+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>#1 What’s the connection between you &amp;amp; the last person that called you?&lt;br /&gt;Same cell group.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#2 Do you ever turn your cell phone off?&lt;br /&gt;During exams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#3 What happened at 10.00am today?&lt;br /&gt;I was at TKGS foyer playing for Jia Min.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#4 When did you last cry?&lt;br /&gt;Erm. Can't remember. During cell, that's all I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#5 What is your favorite thing to eat with peanut butter?&lt;br /&gt;I don't eat peanut butter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#6 What do you want in your life right now?&lt;br /&gt;I want to know God better!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#7 Do you carry an umbrella when it rains, or just put up your hood?&lt;br /&gt;Umbrella.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#8 What’s your favorite thing to have on your bed?&lt;br /&gt;Me! XD (I'm tired.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#9 What bottom are you wearing now?&lt;br /&gt;Pyjama pants. =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#10 What’s the nicest text in your inbox say?&lt;br /&gt;"Of cos u wil! A smart n talentd girl like u. Just nd 2 persevere n hang on tight 2 Abba Father =). Thks agn!" - my sec3+4 bio teacher. I miss her so much!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#11 Do you tend to make relationships complicated?&lt;br /&gt;Yup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#12 Are you wearing anything you borrowed from someone?&lt;br /&gt;Nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#13 What was the last movie you caught?&lt;br /&gt;Money No Enough 2. =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#14 What are you proud of?&lt;br /&gt;Dunno. =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#15 What does the oldest text message in your inbox say?&lt;br /&gt;"Haha yes it IS maths lol . Its one of my few hopes left ya . Haha" - Jason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#16 What was the last song you sang out loud?&lt;br /&gt;I Will Bless the Lord.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#18 What does your last received text message say?&lt;br /&gt;"Only for make up. You all don't need to come. :) can study at home." - Yanghong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#19 What time did you go to bed last night?&lt;br /&gt;Erm. Can't remember. 12plus?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#20 Are you currently happy?&lt;br /&gt;Not happy, but not unhappy either. Lol. Make sense?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#21 Who gives you best advice?&lt;br /&gt;On this planet? Dwayne, Yanghong and ShaunLum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#22 Do you eat whipped cream straight from the can?&lt;br /&gt;NOWAY I can't stand whipped cream any more after CNY celebration at TJ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#23 Who did you talk to on the phone last night?&lt;br /&gt;No one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#24 Is anything bugging you right now?&lt;br /&gt;Erm. Not really. =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#25 What/Who was the last thing/person to make you laugh?&lt;br /&gt;60s of fame lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#26 Do you wear toe socks?&lt;br /&gt;Nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#27 Who was the last person you missed a call from?&lt;br /&gt;Surya. By mistake lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#28 Have you ever had your heart broken?&lt;br /&gt;Yup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#29 What annoys you most in a person?&lt;br /&gt;Erm depends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#30 Do you have a crush on anyone?&lt;br /&gt;=p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#31 Have you ever done cocaine?&lt;br /&gt;Noway nohow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#32 What is the colour of your room?&lt;br /&gt;White-ish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#33 Would you kill someone you hate for a billion dollars?&lt;br /&gt;Nope. Thou shall not kill!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#34 Do you believe in the saying “talk is cheap”?&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#35 Who was the last person to lay in your bed?&lt;br /&gt;Me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#36 Who was the last person to hug you?&lt;br /&gt;Can't remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#37 What do you want to say to the person you have a crush on?&lt;br /&gt;Dunno. I said it all already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#38 Do you have a life?&lt;br /&gt;I don't think so. My life will 70% return after promos and 100% return after As. Until uni.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#39 Have you ever think someone died, when they really didn’t?&lt;br /&gt;No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#40 What is the reason behind your profile song?&lt;br /&gt;What profile song?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#41 Who was the last person you saw in your dream?&lt;br /&gt;Erm, can't remember my dreams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#42 Last time you smiled?&lt;br /&gt;Just now. For the camera lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#43 Have you changed this year?&lt;br /&gt;Yup, definitely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#44 What are you listening to right now?&lt;br /&gt;Zhuan Shu Tian Shi - TANK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#45 Are you talking to someone when you doing this?&lt;br /&gt;No, Myrna's on the phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#46 Do you walk with your eyes open or closed?&lt;br /&gt;Closed, that's why I never see when I'm in front of a car or not. -__- stupid question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#47 Is there a quote you live by?&lt;br /&gt;Not really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#48 Do you want someone you can’t have?&lt;br /&gt;This question sounds a bit wrong, but I think it's quite obvious from my previous posts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#49 Have you ever played an instrument?&lt;br /&gt;Duhhh. I would be ashamed if I hadn't, and probably have failed MEP cos of non-existent performing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#50 What was the worst idea you’ve had in a week?&lt;br /&gt;Read previous post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#51 What were you doing last night at 11.00pm?&lt;br /&gt;Can't remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#52 Are you happy with your love life right now?&lt;br /&gt;What love life? Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#53 What song(s) describe your love life?&lt;br /&gt;NA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#54 Does the person know that you like him/her?&lt;br /&gt;Yeah. xp&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#55 Who always makes you laugh?&lt;br /&gt;Depends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#56 Do you speak other language other than English?&lt;br /&gt;Yup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#57 Are you blonde?&lt;br /&gt;No, but I can seem blonde at times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#58 What’s your middle name?&lt;br /&gt;Forgetful. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#59 What are you doing tomorrow?&lt;br /&gt;Study. =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#60 What do you think you are like?&lt;br /&gt;Brenda. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#61 Who will you choose to die with?&lt;br /&gt;Huh why drag an innocent along? Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#62 Where have you been today?&lt;br /&gt;City Harvest Church, Jurong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#63 What game do you play often?&lt;br /&gt;Don't really play games often.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#64 Who are you missing right now?&lt;br /&gt;Shouldn't it be rather painfully obvious?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#65 If you’ve to choose between friend &amp;amp; love, who will you choose?&lt;br /&gt;I hope I never have to choose!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#66 What are you doing right now?&lt;br /&gt;Err, blogging? Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#67 Which primary school are you from?&lt;br /&gt;CHIJ OLGC. Ulu school near Serangoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#68 Name 3 colours that you like.&lt;br /&gt;Black, white, blue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#69 What emotion would you like to show?&lt;br /&gt;Erm don't really get this question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#70 What is life to you?&lt;br /&gt;Life = life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#71 If you have something troubling you, what will you do?&lt;br /&gt;Normally I would keep it to myself but somehow at least one leader in my cell always finds out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#72 Who did you last chat in msn today?&lt;br /&gt;Myrna.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#73 Who do you admire the most?&lt;br /&gt;God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#74 Which month are you born in?&lt;br /&gt;March.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#75 How are you feeling right now?&lt;br /&gt;Tired? Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#76 What is the time now?&lt;br /&gt;12.14am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#77 Where are you now?&lt;br /&gt;At home. Duh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#78 What colour did you use to dye hair?&lt;br /&gt;Brown. =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#79 Why are you doing this test?&lt;br /&gt;Cos I'm waiting for Myrna to finish her call. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#80 What do you do when you’re moody?&lt;br /&gt;Emo. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#81 At which age you wish to get marry?&lt;br /&gt;Err dunno.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#82 Who is more important to you?&lt;br /&gt;Huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#83 Do you think you have enough confidence?&lt;br /&gt;Probably not. But I've improved!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#84 Who is the person you trust the most?&lt;br /&gt;God. And probably my cell leaders.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#85 Do you believe in seeing a rainbow after a rain?&lt;br /&gt;Yup. Seen it before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#86 If you can have a dream come true, what would it be?&lt;br /&gt;=p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#87 What is your goal for this year?&lt;br /&gt;Do well enough to take H3 bio!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#88 Do you believe in eternal love?&lt;br /&gt;Yup. God's love is eternal!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#89 What do you love?&lt;br /&gt;Define love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#90 Do you really think its Global Warming now?&lt;br /&gt;With the human race around polluting the planet, most definitely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#91 What feeling do you hate the most?&lt;br /&gt;Depression. (Actually I don't think that counts- depression is the actual &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;loss&lt;/span&gt; of feeling. Well, I should know.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#92 Do you cherish every single friendship of yours?&lt;br /&gt;Yup, unless drastic circumstances occur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#93 Do you believe in God?&lt;br /&gt;I think we've established that already lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#94 Who cares for you the most?&lt;br /&gt;God!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#95 What do you think is the most important thing in your life?&lt;br /&gt;God. I sense repetition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#96 What’ll you bring when you fight?&lt;br /&gt;I don't fight. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#97 What have you regretted doing in your whole life?&lt;br /&gt;Too many things. But regretting doesn't really bring you anywhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#98 How would you feel if everyone no longer cares for you?&lt;br /&gt;See qn 91.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#99 What if your stead two-timed you?&lt;br /&gt;Emo. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#100 What do you want now?&lt;br /&gt;Hmm.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7691180979140093983-8312852711289857623?l=time-calls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://time-calls.blogspot.com/feeds/8312852711289857623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7691180979140093983&amp;postID=8312852711289857623' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7691180979140093983/posts/default/8312852711289857623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7691180979140093983/posts/default/8312852711289857623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://time-calls.blogspot.com/2008/09/1-whats-connection-between-you-last.html' title=''/><author><name>Brenda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12815636665961052459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7691180979140093983.post-5592167746888511054</id><published>2008-09-05T23:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-05T23:48:33.663+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>60s of fame really changed my outlook on life 180degrees. Maybe things aren't that bleak after all. If God has dreams and a vision for me, then maybe dreams do come true if I only believe in them. I also realised after counseling a friend yesterday that I can't possibly help others if my own outlook is so melancholy. So I need to change my attitude!! It's not the end of the world, so I should stop pondering about whether it should be soon. Cryptic, but it's the truth. (If anyone can get that, don't worry. I'm not about to do anything!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I completely neglected that God's love is everlasting, and I forgot about my Angel completely in my 'mourning'. For that I have only myself to blame, cos they were both there by my side all the while and I turned away. But no more of that! If I don't want to stagnate in my spiritual life, I have to remember that I'm not the person I was before- I've been reborn in Jesus! (It's amazing how my posts can change day by day huh.) I feel like I'm on a spiral roller coaster. I have to stick on!! (Despite my partial fear of heights and complete fear of roller coasters.) Not about to conquer the roller coaster fear any time soon heh. But I have to conquer my own negative thoughts! (I'm derailing again- but I'm tired.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;hello Myrna&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;! (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7691180979140093983-5592167746888511054?l=time-calls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://time-calls.blogspot.com/feeds/5592167746888511054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7691180979140093983&amp;postID=5592167746888511054' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7691180979140093983/posts/default/5592167746888511054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7691180979140093983/posts/default/5592167746888511054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://time-calls.blogspot.com/2008/09/60s-of-fame-really-changed-my-outlook.html' title=''/><author><name>Brenda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12815636665961052459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7691180979140093983.post-5889766625323172302</id><published>2008-09-04T18:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-04T19:00:57.689+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It’s quite ironic that in life, the person that brings out the best in you and the one that makes you strong is actually your weakness.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7691180979140093983-5889766625323172302?l=time-calls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://time-calls.blogspot.com/feeds/5889766625323172302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7691180979140093983&amp;postID=5889766625323172302' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7691180979140093983/posts/default/5889766625323172302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7691180979140093983/posts/default/5889766625323172302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://time-calls.blogspot.com/2008/09/its-quite-ironic-that-in-life-person.html' title=''/><author><name>Brenda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12815636665961052459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7691180979140093983.post-5060592932525700772</id><published>2008-09-03T23:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T23:48:21.813+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Somehow he always makes me feel guilty about not telling him stuff, so I end up confessing in the end anyway even when it's against my better judgment. But then after that I get so demoralised that it would have been better if I had kept my mouth shut. It's not that I don't know what I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;should&lt;/span&gt; do; it's just that I never seem to be able to do what I should be doing. (Like now, why am I here instead of burying my face in benzene rings?) Much as I have been trying to persuade myself that the 'sun'll come out tomorrow' ala &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Annie&lt;/span&gt;, it's quite tough. The hardest part is that the person who's normally my pillar of support is the main cause of my fretting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And no matter how much people say nothing is impossible, and how much &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt; emphasise that nothing is impossible, I'm afraid my dream solution is just that- a dream. And the person who said "dreams can come true" never bothered to wake up, because no matter what the Disney movies say or how real they make it seem, dreams seldom come true. And the ones that matter most, the ones that make a difference in your life where you'll stop hurting so much because that dream is just a dream, never ever do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Yes, my train of thought was derailed again.) Well, I don't think anyone who comes here will understand what I'm talking about, or if they do, they won't understand the full story. Unless Sean Tan decides to pop by and see the disaster that is my mental capacity, I doubt anyone will get it. Unless of course Matthew Yee knows a certain person in the choir ministry. -__- Which I doubt he does. There are times when it's an advantage in your all-knowing all-powerful cell group leader not being technologically 'hip' enough to own a blog and hence have a blogger account.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a fine line drawn between aesthetics and alternative pain, and I think I've crossed that line way too many times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm being much more ambiguous these days- I think Edgar Allan Poe has something to do with it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7691180979140093983-5060592932525700772?l=time-calls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://time-calls.blogspot.com/feeds/5060592932525700772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7691180979140093983&amp;postID=5060592932525700772' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7691180979140093983/posts/default/5060592932525700772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7691180979140093983/posts/default/5060592932525700772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://time-calls.blogspot.com/2008/09/somehow-he-always-makes-me-feel-guilty.html' title=''/><author><name>Brenda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12815636665961052459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7691180979140093983.post-6017692070184117294</id><published>2008-09-02T22:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T23:00:20.220+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>If you really care that much about him, then you should keep your feelings to yourself and not put him through all the awkwardness again. After all, you've been through it once already and with nearly disastrous consequences. Why put yourself through it again? Things are improving, your relationship as friends is improving. Why wreck your tower when you spent so much effort building it? Why smother your candle with the heartbreak again? After all, things are going fine just the way they are. Just act normal and things will be fine. Don't mess things up again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But if all that's true, then &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;why do I feel so empty inside?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7691180979140093983-6017692070184117294?l=time-calls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://time-calls.blogspot.com/feeds/6017692070184117294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7691180979140093983&amp;postID=6017692070184117294' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7691180979140093983/posts/default/6017692070184117294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7691180979140093983/posts/default/6017692070184117294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://time-calls.blogspot.com/2008/09/if-you-really-care-that-much-about-him.html' title=''/><author><name>Brenda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12815636665961052459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7691180979140093983.post-8397029087865930345</id><published>2008-09-02T21:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T22:01:16.129+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Bold the ones that apply to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am 5'4" or shorter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I think I'm ugly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tan easily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I wish my hair was a different color.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have friends who have never seen my natural hair color&lt;br /&gt;I have a tattoo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I am self-conscious about my appearance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have/I've had braces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I wear glasses sometimes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'd get plastic surgery if it were 100% safe, free, scar-free.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been told I'm attractive by a complete stranger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I have more than 2 piercings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have piercings in places besides my ears&lt;br /&gt;I have freckles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;family/home life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've sworn at my parents.&lt;br /&gt;I've been kicked out of the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;My biological parents are together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a sibling less than one year old.&lt;br /&gt;I want to have kids someday.&lt;br /&gt;I have children.&lt;br /&gt;I've lost a child.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;embarrassment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I've slipped out a "lol" in a spoken conversation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Disney movies still make me cry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I've snorted while laughing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I've laughed so hard I've cried.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I've glued my hand to something.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've laughed till some kind of beverage came out of my nose.&lt;br /&gt;I've had my pants rip in public.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;health.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I was born with a disease/impairment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I've had stitches.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I've broken a bone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've had my tonsils removed.&lt;br /&gt;I've sat in a doctor's office with a friend.&lt;br /&gt;I've had my wisdom teeth removed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I had a serious surgery.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I've had chicken pox.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;travelling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've driven over 200 miles in one day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I've been on a plane.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I've been to Canada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been to Niagara Falls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I've been to Japan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've Celebrated Mardi Gras in New Orleans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I've been to Europe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been to Africa.&lt;br /&gt;I've been to France.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;experiences.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I've been lost in my city.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I've seen a shooting star.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I've wished on a shooting star.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've seen a meteor shower.&lt;br /&gt;I've gone out in public in my pajamas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I've pushed all the buttons on an elevator.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been to a casino.&lt;br /&gt;I've been skydiving.&lt;br /&gt;I've gone skinny dipping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I've played spin the bottle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've crashed a car.&lt;br /&gt;I've been skiing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I've been in a play.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've met someone in person from the internet.&lt;br /&gt;I've caught a snowflake on my tongue.&lt;br /&gt;I've seen the Northern Lights.&lt;br /&gt;I've sat on a roof top at night.&lt;br /&gt;I've played chicken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I've played a prank on someone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I've ridden in a taxi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've seen the Rocky Horror Picture Show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I've eaten Sushi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been snowboarding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;relationships.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'm single.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm in a relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'm available.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm engaged.&lt;br /&gt;I'm married.&lt;br /&gt;I've gone on a blind date.&lt;br /&gt;I've been the dumpee more than the dumper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I miss someone right now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I have a fear of abandonment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been divorced.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I've had feelings for someone who didn't have them back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I've told someone I loved them when I didn't.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I've told someone I didn't love them when I did.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've kept something from a past relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sexuality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've had a crush on someone of the same gender.&lt;br /&gt;I've kissed a member of the same gender.&lt;br /&gt;I've had sex with someone of the opposite gender.&lt;br /&gt;I've had sex with someone of the same gender.&lt;br /&gt;I've had sex with more than one person at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;I am a cuddler.&lt;br /&gt;I've been kissed in the rain.&lt;br /&gt;I've had sex outdoors.&lt;br /&gt;I've hugged a stranger.&lt;br /&gt;I have kissed a stranger.&lt;br /&gt;I have had sex with a stranger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;honesty/crime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I've done something I promised someone else I wouldn't.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I've done something I promised myself I wouldn't.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I have lied to my parents about where I am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I am keeping a secret from the world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I've cheated while playing a game.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I've cheated on a test.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've run a red light.&lt;br /&gt;I've been suspended from school.&lt;br /&gt;I've witnessed a crime.&lt;br /&gt;I've been in a fist fight.&lt;br /&gt;I've been arrested.&lt;br /&gt;I've shoplifted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;drugs/alcohol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I've consumed alcohol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I smoke cigarettes.&lt;br /&gt;I smoke pot.&lt;br /&gt;I regularly drink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I've taken painkillers when I didn't need them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've done hard drugs.&lt;br /&gt;I've been addicted to an illegal substance.&lt;br /&gt;I take cough meds when I'm not sick.&lt;br /&gt;I can't swallow pills.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I can swallow about 5 pills at a time no problem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mental health.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been diagnosed with depression.&lt;br /&gt;I shut others out when I'm depressed.&lt;br /&gt;I take anti-depressants.&lt;br /&gt;I have an eating disorder.&lt;br /&gt;I've slept an entire day when I didn't need it.&lt;br /&gt;I've hurt myself on purpose.&lt;br /&gt;I'm addicted to self harm.&lt;br /&gt;I've woken up crying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'm afraid of dying.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate funerals.&lt;br /&gt;I've seen someone dying.&lt;br /&gt;I have attempted suicide.&lt;br /&gt;Someone close to me has attempted suicide.&lt;br /&gt;Someone close to me has committed suicide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;random.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I can sing well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've stolen a tray from a fast food restaurant.&lt;br /&gt;I open up to others too easily.&lt;br /&gt;I don't kill bugs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I curse regularly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I sing in the shower.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a morning person.&lt;br /&gt;I paid for my cell phone ring tone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'm a snob about grammar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a sports fanatic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I play with my hair.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have/had "x"s in my screen name.&lt;br /&gt;I love being neat.&lt;br /&gt;I've copied more than 30 CDs in a day.&lt;br /&gt;I bake well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;My favorite color is either white, yellow, pink, red or blue.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know how to shoot a gun.&lt;br /&gt;I am in love with love.&lt;br /&gt;I am guilty of tYpInG lIkE tHiS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I laugh at my own jokes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I eat fast food weekly.&lt;br /&gt;I believe in ghosts.&lt;br /&gt;I am online 24/7, even as an away message.&lt;br /&gt;I can't sleep if there is a spider in the room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I am really ticklish.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I love white chocolate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I bite my nails.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I play video games.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'm good at remembering faces.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm good at remembering names.&lt;br /&gt;I'm good at remembering dates.&lt;br /&gt;I have no idea what I want to do for the rest of my life.&lt;br /&gt;I've been honest while filling out this meme.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7691180979140093983-8397029087865930345?l=time-calls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://time-calls.blogspot.com/feeds/8397029087865930345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7691180979140093983&amp;postID=8397029087865930345' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7691180979140093983/posts/default/8397029087865930345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7691180979140093983/posts/default/8397029087865930345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://time-calls.blogspot.com/2008/09/bold-ones-that-apply-to-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Brenda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12815636665961052459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7691180979140093983.post-4674159578414328348</id><published>2008-09-01T21:55:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-01T22:18:17.113+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Changed layout, finally, to a custom. Inspiration from my previous layout by Evonne, who makes (or made) really pretty, although emo, blogskins. Then again this skin is pretty emo by itself too. Hmm. Suits the feel of the phrase 'time calls' though. (I was almost going to analyse it ala Edgar Allan Poe, but refrained due to preservation of sanity, whether mine or otherwise.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I have a new-found admiration for poet Emae T. Whyte. His poems are brilliant, and way beyond my calibre. (My poems are randomly written when inspiration hits me, sometimes like a brick, otherwise like a punch to the head. Okay I'm kidding.) Anyway, I have much to learn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;What the heck am I doing. I think I'm driving myself crazy. So much for 'getting over it'. I never did. Or I was just deluding myself. Taylor Swift, though, cliche, has it right. He's still the only one who's got enough of me to break my heart. But who the hell cares, right. What the heck. He leaves Singapore for 5 days and already there's something missing in my life. I fall short of something he expects of me and I feel like dirt. I can't even look him in the eye for long cos he can practically sense my aura. Wth. How am I supposed to practice through for Sat with him. Wth am I doing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7691180979140093983-4674159578414328348?l=time-calls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://time-calls.blogspot.com/feeds/4674159578414328348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7691180979140093983&amp;postID=4674159578414328348' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7691180979140093983/posts/default/4674159578414328348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7691180979140093983/posts/default/4674159578414328348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://time-calls.blogspot.com/2008/09/changed-layout-finally-to-custom.html' title=''/><author><name>Brenda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12815636665961052459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7691180979140093983.post-5008488355513444779</id><published>2008-08-29T20:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-29T20:53:08.201+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Wilson is posting unglam photos of me on the choir blog. OMG. -__- Fine I shall not allow him to take photos of me next time. HMPH. Want to take at least don't take until I so unglam can!! OMG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I know my blog's locked. But happy birthday Jason! Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm. Have to go to school at 9am tomorrow because of XINJUN. &gt;.&lt; And cell's at Somerset. WTH. Okay time check again. Sian. Tmr I better wear a watch. Why am I like rushing every Saturday man!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And obviously I'm not studying. &gt;.&lt; Sigh. Promos in 24 days! OMG die.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7691180979140093983-5008488355513444779?l=time-calls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://time-calls.blogspot.com/feeds/5008488355513444779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7691180979140093983&amp;postID=5008488355513444779' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7691180979140093983/posts/default/5008488355513444779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7691180979140093983/posts/default/5008488355513444779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://time-calls.blogspot.com/2008/08/wilson-is-posting-unglam-photos-of-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Brenda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12815636665961052459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7691180979140093983.post-4522610422605000936</id><published>2008-08-26T21:31:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T21:54:34.580+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Somewhere, a voice calls, in the depths of my heart&lt;br /&gt;May I always be dreaming, the dreams that move my heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So many tears of sadness, uncountable through and through&lt;br /&gt;I know on the other side of them I'll find you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everytime we fall down to the ground we look up to the blue sky above&lt;br /&gt;We wake to it's blueness, as for the first time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though the road is long and lonely and the end far away, out of sight&lt;br /&gt;I can with these two arms embrace the light&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I bid farewell my heart stops, in tenderness I feel&lt;br /&gt;My silent empty body begins to listen to what is real&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The wonder of living, the wonder of dying&lt;br /&gt;The wind, town, and flowers, we all dance one unity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere a voice calls in the depths of my heart&lt;br /&gt;keep dreaming your dreams, don't ever let them part&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why speak of all your sadness or of life's painfull woes&lt;br /&gt;Instead let the same lips sing a gentle song for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whispering voice, we never want to forget,&lt;br /&gt;in each passing memory always there to guide you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When a miror has been broken, shattered pieces scattered on the ground&lt;br /&gt;Glimpses of new life, reflected all around&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Window of beginning, stillness, new light of the dawn&lt;br /&gt;Let my silent, empty body be filled and reborn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No need to search outside, nor sail across the sea&lt;br /&gt;Cause here shining inside me, it's right here inside me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've found a brightness, it's always with me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7691180979140093983-4522610422605000936?l=time-calls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://time-calls.blogspot.com/feeds/4522610422605000936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7691180979140093983&amp;postID=4522610422605000936' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7691180979140093983/posts/default/4522610422605000936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7691180979140093983/posts/default/4522610422605000936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://time-calls.blogspot.com/2008/08/somewhere-voice-calls-in-depths-of-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Brenda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12815636665961052459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7691180979140093983.post-7694032251012295277</id><published>2008-08-23T23:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-24T00:00:37.040+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>There's nothing much to blog about nowadays, not because I have nothing to say but because what I do have to say does not bear saying here. =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, JTS was a blast! XD We rock yo. =p And pass the parcel was.. heavily rigged. Heh heh heh. "DEAR XINJUN. PLEASE SING MATA FOR US." I love our seniors. WILSON, I want the photos. And DON'T YOU DARE post that emo photo on the choir blog omg. If you do I swear I will go after you with that knife as a weapon of mass destruction. =x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Archery is so fun!! XD I shall now add archery to the list of CCAs I'm thinking of joining in uni. Actually it's the only thing on my list so far since SYC's not a university CCA. Heh. Oh well. I love my arrow! XD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7691180979140093983-7694032251012295277?l=time-calls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://time-calls.blogspot.com/feeds/7694032251012295277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7691180979140093983&amp;postID=7694032251012295277' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7691180979140093983/posts/default/7694032251012295277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7691180979140093983/posts/default/7694032251012295277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://time-calls.blogspot.com/2008/08/theres-nothing-much-to-blog-about.html' title=''/><author><name>Brenda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12815636665961052459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7691180979140093983.post-7887116415548101044</id><published>2008-08-22T21:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T22:11:05.141+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Whoever said dreams do come true evidently never bothered to wake up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whoever said there's a rainbow after the rain just saw a colour photo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whoever said life is easy was the biggest liar on earth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But whoever said there's no such thing as a guardian angel never lived my life.&lt;br /&gt;And whoever said there is no God, has not truly lived before.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7691180979140093983-7887116415548101044?l=time-calls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://time-calls.blogspot.com/feeds/7887116415548101044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7691180979140093983&amp;postID=7887116415548101044' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7691180979140093983/posts/default/7887116415548101044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7691180979140093983/posts/default/7887116415548101044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://time-calls.blogspot.com/2008/08/whoever-said-dreams-do-come-true.html' title=''/><author><name>Brenda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12815636665961052459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7691180979140093983.post-3284007407860690887</id><published>2008-08-20T19:15:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T20:13:38.439+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My blog is dying/dead. I have nothing to blog about!!! Hmm. I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;could&lt;/span&gt; rant about how much I wish eukaryotes and prokaryotes would go die right now, but I won't. =p Trying to look for a blogskin that is more me. -__- this is wayyy too much invasion into the territory of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;girly&lt;/span&gt;. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[EDIT] Changed skin. Emo, but much much more me than that pink thing. [/EDIT]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7691180979140093983-3284007407860690887?l=time-calls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://time-calls.blogspot.com/feeds/3284007407860690887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7691180979140093983&amp;postID=3284007407860690887' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7691180979140093983/posts/default/3284007407860690887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7691180979140093983/posts/default/3284007407860690887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://time-calls.blogspot.com/2008/08/my-blog-is-dyingdead.html' title=''/><author><name>Brenda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12815636665961052459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7691180979140093983.post-4485227682550897664</id><published>2008-08-17T21:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-17T21:57:51.372+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Won't You Lord&lt;br /&gt;Take a look at our hands&lt;br /&gt;Everything we have&lt;br /&gt;Use it for Your plan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Won't You Lord&lt;br /&gt;Take a look at our heart&lt;br /&gt;Mold it, refine it&lt;br /&gt;As You set us apart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We want to run to the altar&lt;br /&gt;And catch the fire&lt;br /&gt;To stand in the gap&lt;br /&gt;Between the living and the dead&lt;br /&gt;Give us a heart of compassion&lt;br /&gt;For a world without vision&lt;br /&gt;We will make a difference&lt;br /&gt;Bringing hope to our land&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Won't You Lord&lt;br /&gt;Take a look at our hands&lt;br /&gt;Everything we have&lt;br /&gt;Use it for Your plan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Won't You Lord&lt;br /&gt;Take a look at our heart&lt;br /&gt;Mold it, refine it&lt;br /&gt;As You set us apart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We want to run to the altar&lt;br /&gt;And catch the fire&lt;br /&gt;To stand in the gap&lt;br /&gt;Between the living and the died&lt;br /&gt;Give us a heart of compassion&lt;br /&gt;For a world without vision&lt;br /&gt;We will make a difference&lt;br /&gt;Bringing hope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We want to run to the altar&lt;br /&gt;And catch the fire&lt;br /&gt;To stand in the gap&lt;br /&gt;Between the living and the died&lt;br /&gt;Give us a heart of compassion&lt;br /&gt;For a world without vision&lt;br /&gt;We will make a difference&lt;br /&gt;Bringing hope to our land&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We will answer the call&lt;br /&gt;To build this church without wall&lt;br /&gt;Let Your glory be shown&lt;br /&gt;Bring salvation to the lost&lt;br /&gt;To the lost&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We want to run to the altar&lt;br /&gt;And catch the fire&lt;br /&gt;To stand in the gap&lt;br /&gt;Between the living and the died&lt;br /&gt;Give us a heart of compassion&lt;br /&gt;For a world without vision&lt;br /&gt;We will make a difference&lt;br /&gt;Bringing hope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We want to run to the altar&lt;br /&gt;And catch the fire&lt;br /&gt;To stand in the gap&lt;br /&gt;Between the living and the died&lt;br /&gt;Give us a heart of compassion&lt;br /&gt;For a world without vision&lt;br /&gt;We will make a difference&lt;br /&gt;Bringing hope to our land&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We will make a difference&lt;br /&gt;Bringing hope to our land&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7691180979140093983-4485227682550897664?l=time-calls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://time-calls.blogspot.com/feeds/4485227682550897664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7691180979140093983&amp;postID=4485227682550897664' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7691180979140093983/posts/default/4485227682550897664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7691180979140093983/posts/default/4485227682550897664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://time-calls.blogspot.com/2008/08/wont-you-lord-take-look-at-our-hands.html' title=''/><author><name>Brenda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12815636665961052459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7691180979140093983.post-441263622474306980</id><published>2008-08-15T23:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-15T23:39:20.121+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The lengths I go to to complete 20hours a week. -___-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7691180979140093983-441263622474306980?l=time-calls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://time-calls.blogspot.com/feeds/441263622474306980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7691180979140093983&amp;postID=441263622474306980' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7691180979140093983/posts/default/441263622474306980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7691180979140093983/posts/default/441263622474306980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://time-calls.blogspot.com/2008/08/lengths-i-go-to-to-complete-20hours.html' title=''/><author><name>Brenda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12815636665961052459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7691180979140093983.post-5032251701177266010</id><published>2008-08-09T12:17:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-09T12:42:03.049+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Angel of music, guide and guardian, grant to me Your glory.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christine Daaé may have had an angel of music guiding her on the path to diva stardom, but I can proclaim to all the world that I too have my own Angel of music. My Angel is one who will never deceive me nor do me harm; He is one who will forever be with me, intangible, imperceptible until the day I can see Him in His true glory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is one who will never forsake me even if I make mistakes. Where others would shun me He will walk with me, and He will give me the glory that comes with being His servant. Through Him my voice can parallel that of the nightingale, bird of song. He is truly my guardian, who died in my place for the sins that I committed. But, like the phoenix, He came back to life! He was reborn, in greater glory than ever before, and through Him I live today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;My Angel is Jesus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7691180979140093983-5032251701177266010?l=time-calls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://time-calls.blogspot.com/feeds/5032251701177266010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7691180979140093983&amp;postID=5032251701177266010' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7691180979140093983/posts/default/5032251701177266010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7691180979140093983/posts/default/5032251701177266010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://time-calls.blogspot.com/2008/08/angel-of-music-guide-and-guardian-grant.html' title=''/><author><name>Brenda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12815636665961052459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7691180979140093983.post-8293713503943370271</id><published>2008-08-04T22:23:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-04T22:23:55.627+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;I love FOP.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough said.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7691180979140093983-8293713503943370271?l=time-calls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://time-calls.blogspot.com/feeds/8293713503943370271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7691180979140093983&amp;postID=8293713503943370271' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7691180979140093983/posts/default/8293713503943370271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7691180979140093983/posts/default/8293713503943370271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://time-calls.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-love-fop.html' title=''/><author><name>Brenda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12815636665961052459</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7691180979140093983.post-3564117915999727430</id><published>2008-07-31T23:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-31T23:28:49.879+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>1. When you looked at yourself in the mirror today, what was the first thing you thought?&lt;br /&gt;"I'm sleepy". (Hey, looking in a mirror, without glasses, with 550degree eyesight, can do things to your brain.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. How much cash do you have on you?&lt;br /&gt;None. I'm at home luh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. What’s a word that rhymes with DOOR?&lt;br /&gt;Floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Favorite planet?&lt;br /&gt;Planetshakers. =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Who is the 4th person on your missed call list on your cell phone?&lt;br /&gt;Mr Tan Yongli.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. What is your favorite ring tone on your phone?&lt;br /&gt;Hmm I dunno. I have a lot of Christian songs on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. What shirt are you wearing?&lt;br /&gt;Some plain tee lo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Do you label yourself?&lt;br /&gt;Yup. It says right here on my left arm "Made in Singapore".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Name the brand of the shoes you’re currently wearing?&lt;br /&gt;I'm not wearing shoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Bright or Dark Room?&lt;br /&gt;Err. Can I choose pastel?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. What do you think about the person who took this survey before you?&lt;br /&gt;Emo but nice guy. =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. What does your watch look like?&lt;br /&gt;I don't wear any.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. What were you doing at midnight last night?&lt;br /&gt;Err, getting ready to sleep?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. What did your last text message you received on your cell say?&lt;br /&gt;It was about FOP. Really long message la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Where is your nearest 7-11?&lt;br /&gt;Down the street.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. What's a word that you say a lot?&lt;br /&gt;Ehhh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Who told you he/she loved you last?&lt;br /&gt;Hmm. No one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Last furry thing you touched?&lt;br /&gt;My keyboard/mouse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. How many drugs have you done in the last three days?&lt;br /&gt;Ehh lost count after 0.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. How many rolls of film do you need developed?&lt;br /&gt;HMM. *checks back to 10 years ago* About 3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Favorite age you have been so far?&lt;br /&gt;17.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Your worst enemy?&lt;br /&gt;Satan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. What is your current desktop picture?&lt;br /&gt;Some picture of pixies playing on a desk top. YUP. Nice right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. What was the last thing you said to someone?&lt;br /&gt;"Ok lo don't talk to you liao lo" (on MSN).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. If you had to choose between a million bucks or to be able to fly what would it be?&lt;br /&gt;Being able to fly. What would I do with a million bucks? Set up a nature preserve?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. Do you like someone?&lt;br /&gt;I like a lot of people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. The last song you listened to?&lt;br /&gt;Hillsong- Run.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. What time of day were you born?&lt;br /&gt;At night, I think. I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. What’s your favorite number?&lt;br /&gt;7/9.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. Where did you live in 1987?&lt;br /&gt;EH I was born in 1991. -___-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. Are you jealous of anyone?&lt;br /&gt;Hmm yeah, a bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. Is anyone jealous of you?&lt;br /&gt;Lol dunno.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. Where were you when 9/11 happened?&lt;br /&gt;Not in America.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. What do you do when vending machines steal your money?&lt;br /&gt;Eh NA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. Do you consider yourself kind?&lt;br /&gt;Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36. If you had to get a tattoo, where would it be?&lt;br /&gt;Back/wrist/ankle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37. If you could be fluent in any other language, what would it be?&lt;br /&gt;Japanese!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38. Would you move for the person you loved?&lt;br /&gt;Uh huh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39. Are you touchy feely?&lt;br /&gt;Huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40. What’s your life motto?&lt;br /&gt;Hmm don't really have one. =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41. Name three things that you have on you at all times?&lt;br /&gt;Hair follicle 1, hair follicle 2, and hair follicle 3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;42. What’s your favourite town/city?&lt;br /&gt;No idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;43. What was the last thing you paid for with cash?&lt;br /&gt;Hmm. Bubble tea? =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;44. When was the last time you wrote a letter to someone on paper and mailed it?&lt;br /&gt;Err ages ago. Don't think I ever did that, actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;45. Can you change the oil on a car?&lt;br /&gt;Nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;46. Your first love: what is the last thing you heard about him/her?&lt;br /&gt;Huh? No idea lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;47. How far back do you know about your ancestry?&lt;br /&gt;My father's greatgrandparents were Javanese.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;48. The last time you dressed fancy, what did you wear and why did you dress fancy?&lt;br /&gt;Dress fancy? When the heck did I dress fancy? o_O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;49. Does anything hurt on your body right now?&lt;br /&gt;On? No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;50. Have you been burned by love?&lt;br /&gt;Literally? 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