<?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-23040803</id><updated>2011-04-22T06:51:07.924+08:00</updated><title type='text'>RARH!!</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shotdown-.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23040803/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shotdown-.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23040803/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>beck doodle has left town</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10797450531750187432</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>224</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23040803.post-8064780401291572642</id><published>2008-03-24T21:06:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-24T23:40:05.909+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>moved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;beckydoodle.lj&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23040803-8064780401291572642?l=shotdown-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shotdown-.blogspot.com/feeds/8064780401291572642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23040803&amp;postID=8064780401291572642' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23040803/posts/default/8064780401291572642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23040803/posts/default/8064780401291572642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shotdown-.blogspot.com/2008/03/its-been-awhile.html' title=''/><author><name>beck doodle has left town</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10797450531750187432</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-23040803.post-6100289187183896511</id><published>2008-02-01T22:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-01T23:04:28.245+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I AM SEVENTEEN!&lt;br /&gt;Time seriously flies.&lt;br /&gt;THANK YOU TO ALL YOU CRAZY PEOPLE WHO MADE MY BIRTHDAY SO WONDERFULLY FANTASTIC!&lt;br /&gt;Faith, Choey, Adele, CharWang, Celine, Chloe, Beulah, Xavier, Prash, Luke thanks for coming down all the way to RJ and surprising me after training.&lt;br /&gt;I was really really surprised and touched. It totally made my day.&lt;br /&gt;Kudos to Adele who managed to somehow trick me into going back to RJ without me suspecting a thing.&lt;br /&gt;Actually, its amazing how I did not suspect a thing, usually this sort of thing somehow gets leaked out.&lt;br /&gt;I was actually surprised.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for the cake (1/3 of which ended up on my face), balloons and cards! I FEEL LOVED!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THANKS TO ALL THE REST OF Y'ALL WHO WISHED ME HAPPY BIRTHDAY IN SOMEWAY OR ANOTHER!&lt;br /&gt;My OG, class, cell and all those random people out there :)&lt;br /&gt;I have had so much cake. But its awesome anyhow!&lt;br /&gt;To anyone that texted me to wish me happy birthday, I am sory I did not reply!&lt;br /&gt;I was being lazy but I GOT IT AND THANKS :D&lt;br /&gt;ISABEL CHIA: I am telling you those pictures are not meant for public viewing. It is tarnishing my image! You wouldn't lemme eat my nuggets, enjoy the massage chair and watch the tele in PEACE! Darn you! But it was awesome seeing you today!!&lt;br /&gt;THE ACJC PEOPLE: Thanks for singing  bhappyirthday over the phone while I was in the car! It was really funny!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its scary that I am aging so quickly part of me still wants to be a kid.&lt;br /&gt;I thank my daddy in heaven for bringing me through another year.&lt;br /&gt;He has blessed me in so many ways the past year, trials and all.&lt;br /&gt;I think I grew up somewhat, grown closer to God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea training tomorrow, awesome.&lt;br /&gt;I am 17 now, its time to face the year. again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23040803-6100289187183896511?l=shotdown-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shotdown-.blogspot.com/feeds/6100289187183896511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23040803&amp;postID=6100289187183896511' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23040803/posts/default/6100289187183896511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23040803/posts/default/6100289187183896511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shotdown-.blogspot.com/2008/02/i-am-seventeen-time-seriously-flies.html' title=''/><author><name>beck doodle has left town</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10797450531750187432</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-23040803.post-8701561362200248947</id><published>2008-01-28T21:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-28T21:22:24.668+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Its crazy. I am so exhausted from school and I have no idea why.&lt;br /&gt;I sleep the same amount I do as compared to last year.&lt;br /&gt;Yet, I am completely and totally worn out. Its not even cool.&lt;br /&gt;Sunday was one tiring day. Waking up at ungodly hours to rush down to church and keep getting bunged up.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I just hope that at least one person was touched by the skit. It'll totally make it all worth while.&lt;br /&gt;Life is pretty mundane I guess, with all the crazy college life totally washing over me. I am in absolutely no mood to start on my Biology tuitorial nor study for the quiz thing. So thats why I am here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Strength. I need it.&lt;br /&gt;Dear God,&lt;br /&gt;Please let me survive this year.&lt;br /&gt;Let me know what to do.&lt;br /&gt;Let me make the right choices.&lt;br /&gt;I need you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23040803-8701561362200248947?l=shotdown-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shotdown-.blogspot.com/feeds/8701561362200248947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23040803&amp;postID=8701561362200248947' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23040803/posts/default/8701561362200248947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23040803/posts/default/8701561362200248947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shotdown-.blogspot.com/2008/01/its-crazy.html' title=''/><author><name>beck doodle has left town</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10797450531750187432</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-23040803.post-2109460804047050539</id><published>2008-01-23T20:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-23T21:03:53.873+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OH MY SHIT!&lt;br /&gt;Never did I realize tomorrow would come so super quickly.&lt;br /&gt;So scared and freaked out.&lt;br /&gt;I just pray that God will give me the peace to accept whatever results I get. (even if its not what I expect)&lt;br /&gt;Maybe when I look back a few months time from now, tomorrow won't seem like such a big deal.&lt;br /&gt;Once tomorrow is over, I can close the O level chapter of my life and look back at it with some fondness?&lt;br /&gt;All the crazy mugging and endless tys questions, it all comes down to a single piece of paper that is going to be given out tomorrow. wow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am really grateful for everyone I have whined to today and enduring all my retarded rantings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a sidenote, my eyebags are growing in size. I am certain its RJ.&lt;br /&gt;&amp; MSN is being a total piss. IT KEEPS LOGGING OFF damn it.&lt;br /&gt;I am sorry if I am annoying people by logging on and off constantly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If tomorrow you do not hear from me, I would have probably jumped off some random multi-storey car park.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23040803-2109460804047050539?l=shotdown-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shotdown-.blogspot.com/feeds/2109460804047050539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23040803&amp;postID=2109460804047050539' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23040803/posts/default/2109460804047050539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23040803/posts/default/2109460804047050539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shotdown-.blogspot.com/2008/01/oh-my-shit-never-did-i-realize-tomorrow.html' title=''/><author><name>beck doodle has left town</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10797450531750187432</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-23040803.post-3816919827010054767</id><published>2008-01-17T21:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-17T21:41:00.887+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I just finished bathing. &lt;br /&gt;Feels so super good. &lt;br /&gt;Training ends so late now ):&lt;br /&gt;Yea, I still have no idea if I want to stay. &lt;br /&gt;Its so confusing. &lt;br /&gt;I suppose college is kinda fun? In a weird stressful way.&lt;br /&gt;I am going back to Thailand in less than a month!&lt;br /&gt;SO EXCITING. Now that it is finalized!&lt;br /&gt;THUNDER!&lt;br /&gt;I am super happy because I have his photo in my pencil box and looking at it during lectures makes it that much more bearable!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I know is good for me is not what I want. &lt;br /&gt;What the piss.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23040803-3816919827010054767?l=shotdown-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shotdown-.blogspot.com/feeds/3816919827010054767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23040803&amp;postID=3816919827010054767' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23040803/posts/default/3816919827010054767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23040803/posts/default/3816919827010054767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shotdown-.blogspot.com/2008/01/i-just-finished-bathing.html' title=''/><author><name>beck doodle has left town</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10797450531750187432</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-23040803.post-2333949726976129245</id><published>2008-01-12T00:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-12T00:17:35.540+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am so tired that I am high most of the time.&lt;br /&gt;JC is so super different from Secondary.&lt;br /&gt;Lectures bore the life out of me and half of the time I am freaked out by the people in my class who go to the library every single free period to mug.&lt;br /&gt;The best part, I always thought mugging meant last minute studying for exams. Anyway its the 2nd week of school, what is there to study?&lt;br /&gt;Next week school gets more hectic, and it sucks so bad. No more going to J8 (my latest cool hangout. hahaha) and eating lunch.&lt;br /&gt;I suppose I am settling into JC and I am really quite scared about the O level results. Part of me wants to change JC but yet sometimes I feel just too lazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got missions party tomorrow! oh the excitement. I really really miss Thailand and all my crazy church friends. (I don't feel like the stupidest hanging out with them)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23040803-2333949726976129245?l=shotdown-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shotdown-.blogspot.com/feeds/2333949726976129245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23040803&amp;postID=2333949726976129245' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23040803/posts/default/2333949726976129245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23040803/posts/default/2333949726976129245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shotdown-.blogspot.com/2008/01/i-am-so-tired-that-i-am-high-most-of.html' title=''/><author><name>beck doodle has left town</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10797450531750187432</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-23040803.post-2240632059590458711</id><published>2008-01-05T00:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-05T00:15:13.965+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Orientation has been okay?(great but not so great)&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I have mixed feelings about the UWC thing.&lt;br /&gt;I think I wanted it for the wrong reasons and now I am not really prepared to go.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe because in the back of my brain I know there is alot of things I want to do in Singapore first.&lt;br /&gt;I have no idea if I even want to go for the camp. Yea I know all about the once in the lifetime opportunity, if you don't cease it. It'll just fly away. Its more like I don't want to waste my life. Its confusing.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;I have better things to do with my weekend then attend some random camp. MISSIONS PARTY.&lt;br /&gt;Okay I am lazy and I really just want to have fun. I REALLY need to just hang out, chill and not make new friends. Its so super tiring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of which I miss all the retarded things we used to do in MG. Like skippping down the corridors and dancing in the class.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23040803-2240632059590458711?l=shotdown-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shotdown-.blogspot.com/feeds/2240632059590458711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23040803&amp;postID=2240632059590458711' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23040803/posts/default/2240632059590458711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23040803/posts/default/2240632059590458711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shotdown-.blogspot.com/2008/01/orientation-has-been-okaygreat-but-not.html' title=''/><author><name>beck doodle has left town</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10797450531750187432</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-23040803.post-634249690907369515</id><published>2008-01-01T21:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-01T21:15:34.581+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Reflective post of 2007 is in order.&lt;br /&gt;Its been crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I am just feeling excited/freaked out/scared.&lt;br /&gt;Its like the first day of Primary school.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23040803-634249690907369515?l=shotdown-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shotdown-.blogspot.com/feeds/634249690907369515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23040803&amp;postID=634249690907369515' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23040803/posts/default/634249690907369515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23040803/posts/default/634249690907369515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shotdown-.blogspot.com/2008/01/reflective-post-of-2007-is-in-order.html' title=''/><author><name>beck doodle has left town</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10797450531750187432</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-23040803.post-8141646200792324871</id><published>2007-12-28T22:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-28T22:47:25.182+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R79Y7-HF4WQ/R3UIv9NLmyI/AAAAAAAAALk/MC6XM8Y-KFo/s1600-h/CIMG1224.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 2px solid black; margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R79Y7-HF4WQ/R3UIv9NLmyI/AAAAAAAAALk/MC6XM8Y-KFo/s320/CIMG1224.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149031368944753442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;NOW EVERYONE SAY AWWWW THUNDER IS SO CUTE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Yea, I really miss Thailand. So much that I wore my little lamb shirt every other day. Booking the air ticket is such a nightmare. Since we are flying over the weekend the tickets are almost twice the cost if we fly on the weekday. So it sucks. Yea Thunder was really sweet because he kept hanging around and I was busy ): Oh and i disappeared to go buy stuff. I hope he does not hate me.&lt;br /&gt;Its been fun so far I guess over since we got back. Christmas dinners/party things. I found out how much i really missed the twelveofus. I miss making fun of Beulah. I miss laughing like cows with Izzy and Chlo. I miss talking bull with del. I miss Cel's cynical comments. I miss EVERYTHING. (okay that was really whiny). I DONT WANT TO GO TO JC. (still whiny)&lt;br /&gt;I don't really want 2007 to end even with the lousy O's.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway today I met up with the primary school people. It was really kinda interesting how we have changed and in some ways we have not. Met up with chng and kumar, went to play pool. So that place was super, I was so afraid that a gang fight might erupt any second. It was fun I sucked really bad at pool but my tyco-ness was spreading. That was my frightening pool experience. There was no cell. I miss cell too. Can add it to the list of things that I miss.&lt;br /&gt;Some stuff have been blah-de-blah. Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND PRASH: YOU SILLY BOY MAKE ME SO WORRIED THEN YOU COME AND MAKE FUN OF ME WITH THE TAMIL WORD. LIKE WHAT THE PONG LA. IF YOU TELL ANYONE AT ALL I WILL KEEEELLLL YOU. (or get someone to do it)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23040803-8141646200792324871?l=shotdown-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shotdown-.blogspot.com/feeds/8141646200792324871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23040803&amp;postID=8141646200792324871' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23040803/posts/default/8141646200792324871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23040803/posts/default/8141646200792324871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shotdown-.blogspot.com/2007/12/now-everyone-say-awwww-thunder-is-so.html' title=''/><author><name>beck doodle has left town</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10797450531750187432</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/_R79Y7-HF4WQ/R3UIv9NLmyI/AAAAAAAAALk/MC6XM8Y-KFo/s72-c/CIMG1224.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23040803.post-8921816109007322645</id><published>2007-12-24T16:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-24T16:38:14.220+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Scrap the previous post.&lt;br /&gt;I'm in RJ. Its a long story.&lt;br /&gt;Involving my mother appealing and accepting it for me.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I will not rant/whine about it anymore.&lt;br /&gt;I think lots of people want to kill me.&lt;br /&gt;So yea, more importantly missions was the bomb.&lt;br /&gt;God really shows him self in different ways every year.&lt;br /&gt;Pii Da and Ah Chan Art are getting married (:&lt;br /&gt;The best part: I'm invited and my parents allow me to go.&lt;br /&gt;So its back to chiangmai in February!&lt;br /&gt;That is the completely awesome. seriously.&lt;br /&gt;A long picture post will come when I do upload my photos.&lt;br /&gt;Mostly about Thunder and his cuteness.&lt;br /&gt;Thunder grew but he is still so cute and sweet.&lt;br /&gt;I am going to die for dinner tonight&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23040803-8921816109007322645?l=shotdown-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shotdown-.blogspot.com/feeds/8921816109007322645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23040803&amp;postID=8921816109007322645' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23040803/posts/default/8921816109007322645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23040803/posts/default/8921816109007322645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shotdown-.blogspot.com/2007/12/scrap-previous-post.html' title=''/><author><name>beck doodle has left town</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10797450531750187432</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-23040803.post-5824788309212758140</id><published>2007-12-13T11:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-13T11:36:02.089+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ACJC SCIENCE.&lt;br /&gt;Hahahah no despite contrary belief. I am not sad I did not get into RJ.&lt;br /&gt;I would not really want to get into RJ arts either, defeats the purpose completely.&lt;br /&gt;Seriously.Its more like just 2 very different paths I would take.&lt;br /&gt;I am not going to appeal because there isn't much of a point?&lt;br /&gt;Anyway God sent me to AC for a reason and I'm fine with that.&lt;br /&gt;Ah yea, so I have ended up in AC after all this. Oh well, it was fun.&lt;br /&gt;Hahahah after all my crazy whining.&lt;br /&gt;Now with that completely off my mind, I am going out now for lunch.&lt;br /&gt;I think my mum is sad that I did not get into RJ, my dad is happy I did not get into RJ.&lt;br /&gt;I bellowed from my computer "I GOT INTO ACJC"&lt;br /&gt;Mum: OH NO!&lt;br /&gt;Dad: YAY! GOOD FOR YOU&lt;br /&gt;both at the same time. It was amusing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want holidays to end. Its fun doing absolutely nothing at all&lt;br /&gt;I have completely forgot how to sit down and study anymore.&lt;br /&gt;Ah well.&lt;br /&gt;I am worried for missions.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23040803-5824788309212758140?l=shotdown-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shotdown-.blogspot.com/feeds/5824788309212758140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23040803&amp;postID=5824788309212758140' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23040803/posts/default/5824788309212758140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23040803/posts/default/5824788309212758140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shotdown-.blogspot.com/2007/12/acjc-science.html' title=''/><author><name>beck doodle has left town</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10797450531750187432</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-23040803.post-1029112503193531851</id><published>2007-12-12T20:49:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-12T20:54:32.248+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>TOMORROW IS THE DAY!&lt;br /&gt;I am strangely excited. Its like starting a whole new chapter of life.&lt;br /&gt;Hahahahahahaha, I am going to wake up at 8 to check.&lt;br /&gt;My days have been the same.&lt;br /&gt;AND I FINISHED EVERYONE'S CHRISTMAS PRESENTS.&lt;br /&gt;Becky is so awesome.&lt;br /&gt;Now I just need to finish writing all their cards.&lt;br /&gt;I am sorry the twelveofus, I will write your cards later, BUT IN TIME FOR PARTY.&lt;br /&gt;I promise. Some of you are going to get Gorbachev(sp?)&lt;br /&gt;For 2 consecutive days I have gone to ArtFriend and stayed in there for like at least 45 mins.&lt;br /&gt;I have no idea why the guys find it so very amusing.&lt;br /&gt;Today was really unproductive just hung around and loitered like delinquent youths.&lt;br /&gt;There isn't very much significant things to blog about.&lt;br /&gt;Other than the fact that missions is coming and so is Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;If Thunder is not there I think I might slip into depression ):&lt;br /&gt;Have I mentioned how cute he is?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23040803-1029112503193531851?l=shotdown-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shotdown-.blogspot.com/feeds/1029112503193531851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23040803&amp;postID=1029112503193531851' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23040803/posts/default/1029112503193531851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23040803/posts/default/1029112503193531851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shotdown-.blogspot.com/2007/12/tomorrow-is-day-i-am-strangely-excited_12.html' title=''/><author><name>beck doodle has left town</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10797450531750187432</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-23040803.post-7585779291183458656</id><published>2007-12-07T23:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-08T00:07:22.104+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today was a tiring day.&lt;br /&gt;Our wonderful plan of going to wild wild wet was completely thrown out of the window thanks to the weather and the sores. So we went to the zoo. Getting there is already an adventure itself I went to AngMohKio Hub and for the life of me I was scared. It seemed so foreign. Anyway we got to the zoo. We saw animals. Izzy's blog has practically the full account of all the drama and random things that fascinated me. There were cute fallabellas which were not featured. They were cute. Yea so the stupid rained ruined the fun ):&lt;br /&gt;I had to RUSH to dinner because SOMEONE called me at 5.50 and said I was late when we were supposed to meet at 6! Like seriously what the hell. Anyway yea dinner then cell. Zhen Yang refused to roll down his windows so we could shout things at random people. We were really on time for cell.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway now I am back home and feeling random. I cannot sleep. I cannot decide what I want to do tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;Ah the way life ends up, one down and 1000 more obstacles. Complications and all that random shit. People I wished were here aren't.Those who matter don't anymore.  No, I do not know what in the world I am talking about. Its the too much time to think blues and I really do not appreciate it.&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;I stare up at the stars, I wonder just where you are, you feel a million miles away.&lt;br /&gt;Was it something I said, or something I never did?&lt;br /&gt;Or was I always in the way?&lt;br /&gt;Can someone tell me what to say, to just make you stay?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23040803-7585779291183458656?l=shotdown-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shotdown-.blogspot.com/feeds/7585779291183458656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23040803&amp;postID=7585779291183458656' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23040803/posts/default/7585779291183458656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23040803/posts/default/7585779291183458656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shotdown-.blogspot.com/2007/12/today-was-tiring-day.html' title=''/><author><name>beck doodle has left town</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10797450531750187432</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-23040803.post-2591606468949786278</id><published>2007-12-04T20:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-04T21:12:51.070+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today I think is the longest I've slept in the past week.&lt;br /&gt;Still not really rested but whatever. Really need to get ready for missions.&lt;br /&gt;Church camp was well fun as usual, but something unfortunate came, which completely sucked.&lt;br /&gt;Just feel that sometimes I go to camp to recharge but really I should be strong throughout the year. God's been faithful, its real cool. I just really pray that I'll be too. So much weird shit, its draining. All the what ifs, why nots and how comes, they are just confusing.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway no photos or whatnot because I was just lazy.&lt;br /&gt;Camp went by in a flash and I have not really the faintest idea what we did other than theme talks and workshops. I need to look through all my notes, I think I am far too tired. The only things I remember are the late nights, maybe because I have to try so super hard. Oh and the clogged toilets those were amazing hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;I survived on 9 hours of sleep for the whole camp, so awesome. The last day during sunrise worship I was dying. Every time I closed my eyes to pray I would just fall asleep so I just stared at Sandra the whole time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday headed out to Town with the normal people. YX woke me up I wanted to kill him. Anyway ate at dintaifung and sat at the exact same table as last year. Quite fun really miss hanging out with all of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I woke up and packed my books and went back to sleep hahahaha i slept for like almost 18 hours today. I know awesommeee. Know I am sleepy agian. hahahahaha. BUT i went biking so i am not such a pig. My gears died on me. Now i am tempted to sleep again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23040803-2591606468949786278?l=shotdown-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shotdown-.blogspot.com/feeds/2591606468949786278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23040803&amp;postID=2591606468949786278' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23040803/posts/default/2591606468949786278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23040803/posts/default/2591606468949786278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shotdown-.blogspot.com/2007/12/today-i-think-is-longest-ive-slept-in.html' title=''/><author><name>beck doodle has left town</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10797450531750187432</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-23040803.post-1836159144588093504</id><published>2007-11-27T08:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-27T09:42:47.550+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello its insanely early in the morning for me to be awake. I wanted to sleep until 12 but I woke up after exactly 8 hours of sleep. I think I am brilliant after not sleeping at all on the plane. Now I really do not have much to do, maybe eat a bit of breakfast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Prague, post-communism definitely poorer than their other European friends but charming I suppose. It was quite scary because a week before they had some Nazi demonstrations wanting a pure state. So they were doing some attacks on the people who were not Aryan. Luckily it died down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R79Y7-HF4WQ/R0tt2IgKAfI/AAAAAAAAAKk/0WmUjOq8a20/s1600-h/CIMG1063.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 2px solid black; margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R79Y7-HF4WQ/R0tt2IgKAfI/AAAAAAAAAKk/0WmUjOq8a20/s320/CIMG1063.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137320576708903410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It was the only day it ever snowed, the day we arrived. I was waiting and waiting and waiting over the entire weekend for it to snow again, but it never did. Stupid global warming. Everywhere in city center Prague had cobblestone which was so super old. Anyway it was really cold every day mostly bordering 0 and -1 degree celcius. The nights were freezing so we just stayed in most of the time. Thank god the hotel was wonderful and comfortable, officially a fan of the Mandarin Oriental and Four Seasons. Yea ate at some Czech Restaurant with some Michelin Star chef, I was far to jetlagged to even appreciate the food correctly. Anyway after the meal we almost ran back to the hotel across the bridge because it was so cold I think it was -5.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R79Y7-HF4WQ/R0tvnIgKAgI/AAAAAAAAAKs/vhGme21gnKI/s1600-h/CIMG1066.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 2px solid black; margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R79Y7-HF4WQ/R0tvnIgKAgI/AAAAAAAAAKs/vhGme21gnKI/s320/CIMG1066.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137322518034121218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we went to visit the Prasky Hard (Prague Castle) this the view from the Castle's wall. So Prague is just your typical European Town. Anyway when we asked this cab driver about the communist he just went on and on and on in Czech(like we understand). The castle was on a hill so it was cold and all the pictures I look so wrapped up and pau like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R79Y7-HF4WQ/R0twtYgKAhI/AAAAAAAAAK0/3r0XBmfj0G4/s1600-h/CIMG1072.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 2px solid black; margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R79Y7-HF4WQ/R0twtYgKAhI/AAAAAAAAAK0/3r0XBmfj0G4/s320/CIMG1072.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137323724919931410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The church in the castle very cool, but the pictures from inside did not turn out very awesome, no flash was allowed. Its amazing how they built it. It's a giant. That whole circular thing is stained glass and inside they have these huge huge windows like at least 1 storey long which are all stained glass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R79Y7-HF4WQ/R0txmIgKAiI/AAAAAAAAAK8/gWWLSLAiYPQ/s1600-h/CIMG1101.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 2px solid black; margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R79Y7-HF4WQ/R0txmIgKAiI/AAAAAAAAAK8/gWWLSLAiYPQ/s320/CIMG1101.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137324699877507618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was the actual castle and the great hall. It was big and the whole floor was made up of wood. I think my mother looked happy here, in most of the other pictures she looked pissed off because it was so cold.&lt;br /&gt;Mother: WAAHHH this hall so nice look at the windows and the ceiling.&lt;br /&gt;Becky: mmhhmm&lt;br /&gt;Mother: Imagine if you get married here! So beautiful&lt;br /&gt;Father: Who do you think she is? The Princess of the czech republic?&lt;br /&gt;Mother: HAHAHAHAHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;My parents have a funny sense of humor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R79Y7-HF4WQ/R0tyzIgKAkI/AAAAAAAAALM/EPaUND_YRng/s1600-h/CIMG1129.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 2px solid black; margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R79Y7-HF4WQ/R0tyzIgKAkI/AAAAAAAAALM/EPaUND_YRng/s320/CIMG1129.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137326022727434818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mother: Why do i look so uh whats that word in all the pictures!&lt;br /&gt;Father: I believe the word you're looking for has 3 letters and starts with a F and ends with a T&lt;br /&gt;Mother: NO I MEANT WRAPPED UP.&lt;br /&gt;I think in cold countries you put on weight like a whale. I am so serious, we walked so much and did not eat so much yet we all became fat. I think it's the food, its so super heavy. Everything was potatoes, cream, cheese, more potatoes. I nearly died I was so happy to be home. Immediately when we got home we headed straight for some good ol' Singaporean food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R79Y7-HF4WQ/R0tz-YgKAlI/AAAAAAAAALU/PqTrenUbl4Y/s1600-h/CIMG1134.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 2px solid black; margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R79Y7-HF4WQ/R0tz-YgKAlI/AAAAAAAAALU/PqTrenUbl4Y/s320/CIMG1134.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137327315512590930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My Dad looks happy. He just bought the hat and said his ears were now warm and fuzzy so he was very pleased with himself. The thunderstorm outside now is really quite scary. We were on our way to the communist museum to look at things. It was not really significant just all the history thing things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R79Y7-HF4WQ/R0t0oIgKAmI/AAAAAAAAALc/5rHtz8Ab6TA/s1600-h/CIMG1158.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 2px solid black; margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R79Y7-HF4WQ/R0t0oIgKAmI/AAAAAAAAALc/5rHtz8Ab6TA/s320/CIMG1158.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137328032772129378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was taking an 'artistic' shot when my mother stepped in and ruined it. There isn't ALOT to do in Prague, just walking around and enjoying the city. The old town square is really old and crowded so i did not really like it. The shopping was alright, but at least it was cheaper than the rest of Europe. The girls in Czech are all so super pretty, I'm jealous.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway will blog about Paris another day. I think i might go back and sleep now&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23040803-1836159144588093504?l=shotdown-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shotdown-.blogspot.com/feeds/1836159144588093504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23040803&amp;postID=1836159144588093504' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23040803/posts/default/1836159144588093504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23040803/posts/default/1836159144588093504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shotdown-.blogspot.com/2007/11/hello-its-insanely-early-in-morning-for.html' title=''/><author><name>beck doodle has left town</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10797450531750187432</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/_R79Y7-HF4WQ/R0tt2IgKAfI/AAAAAAAAAKk/0WmUjOq8a20/s72-c/CIMG1063.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23040803.post-5833292997819191865</id><published>2007-10-25T19:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-25T19:21:50.407+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R79Y7-HF4WQ/RyB7hKxFwgI/AAAAAAAAAKc/5f29qtQ4D9E/s1600-h/PEOPLE_dumbledore_ImGay.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 2px solid black; margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R79Y7-HF4WQ/RyB7hKxFwgI/AAAAAAAAAKc/5f29qtQ4D9E/s320/PEOPLE_dumbledore_ImGay.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125232185703776770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH!&lt;br /&gt;I know this is like really old news.&lt;br /&gt;BUT its hilarious especially this cover.&lt;br /&gt;Everyone needs  a good laugh once in awhile, especially during O's&lt;br /&gt;I remember when we discussed this just before our Amath paper. HAH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Voldemort: 'I knew it"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah yes now back to stupid Stalin and friends&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23040803-5833292997819191865?l=shotdown-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shotdown-.blogspot.com/feeds/5833292997819191865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23040803&amp;postID=5833292997819191865' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23040803/posts/default/5833292997819191865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23040803/posts/default/5833292997819191865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shotdown-.blogspot.com/2007/10/hahahahahahahahahahahahahah-i-know-this.html' title=''/><author><name>beck doodle has left town</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10797450531750187432</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/_R79Y7-HF4WQ/RyB7hKxFwgI/AAAAAAAAAKc/5f29qtQ4D9E/s72-c/PEOPLE_dumbledore_ImGay.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23040803.post-7703162382037595305</id><published>2007-10-09T21:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-09T21:49:01.860+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This is so not the right time to be using my blog/changing the template.&lt;br /&gt;I just cannot concentrate anymore. I am bored of my stupid textbooks. &lt;br /&gt;I am finishin my TYS's and I am bored.&lt;br /&gt;I cannot wait for O's to come and be over. 2 more weeks y'all!&lt;br /&gt;I HAVE DECIDED. &lt;br /&gt;To decide on the day itself. HA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;And even though I’m walkin’ through &lt;br /&gt;The valley of the shadow. &lt;br /&gt;I will hold tight to the hand of Him, &lt;br /&gt;Whose love will comfort me. &lt;br /&gt;And when all hope is gone, &lt;br /&gt;&amp; I’ve been wounded in the battle &lt;br /&gt;He is all the strength that I will ever need &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;He will carry me.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;I'm worried that I am not worried&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23040803-7703162382037595305?l=shotdown-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shotdown-.blogspot.com/feeds/7703162382037595305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23040803&amp;postID=7703162382037595305' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23040803/posts/default/7703162382037595305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23040803/posts/default/7703162382037595305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shotdown-.blogspot.com/2007/10/this-is-so-not-right-time-to-be-using.html' title=''/><author><name>beck doodle has left town</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10797450531750187432</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-23040803.post-4131701349848988924</id><published>2007-10-01T20:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-01T20:51:55.939+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>LIKE OH-EM-GEE&lt;br /&gt;I DO NOT KNOW WHICH JC TO GO TO&lt;br /&gt;ARRGGHHHH&lt;br /&gt;My parents just made me as confused as ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I went to the zoo yesterday. &lt;br /&gt;2. I got spat at, it was unpleasant&lt;br /&gt;3. I saw a woman have a stroke during dinner. It was scary.&lt;br /&gt;4. Today, I had to ask random strangers to pass things to Beulah&amp; wish her happy birthday&lt;br /&gt;5. MIssed a bunch of very good looking guys&lt;br /&gt;6. Beulah thought aliens sent her to notes&lt;br /&gt;7. Ran like idiots around vivo. Rampaged into build a bear&lt;br /&gt;8. Screamed 'Happy birthday' &lt;br /&gt;9. Got stared at&lt;br /&gt;10. Had a debate: RJ vs AC.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23040803-4131701349848988924?l=shotdown-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shotdown-.blogspot.com/feeds/4131701349848988924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23040803&amp;postID=4131701349848988924' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23040803/posts/default/4131701349848988924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23040803/posts/default/4131701349848988924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shotdown-.blogspot.com/2007/10/like-oh-em-gee-i-do-not-know-which-jc.html' title=''/><author><name>beck doodle has left town</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10797450531750187432</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-23040803.post-154321826251938071</id><published>2007-09-13T21:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-13T22:05:04.594+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am really trying to get back into the groove of studying again. Its not really working.&lt;br /&gt;In the middle of getting Prelim results back and I think its been alright. &lt;br /&gt;Anyway I am grateful for the September break seriously. &lt;br /&gt;Maldives is just really fun and i feel like photo blogging. &lt;br /&gt;Really sad though, my whole camera is filled with pictures of the room. &lt;br /&gt;The very first thing my mother did when we checked in.&lt;br /&gt;'We MUST take pictures of this TOILET. Dont you think it would look nice in a house'&lt;br /&gt;Yea, so the whole camera is filled with pictures of the toilet, tiles, decoration, pool.&lt;br /&gt;My parents I have realised are very comical. &lt;br /&gt;Anyway our resort was in the middle of no-where surrounded by water on a sand bar. I am serious i can walk from one end to the other in under 10 minutes and that's strolling. There is no concrete roads just sand every where. You have to take a boat from the airport into oblivion to the island and its so scary because you see no lights at all. My mum refused to stay in the water bungalows which are on water because she said we will all die in our sleep if the Tsunami came. So we stayed on land. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R79Y7-HF4WQ/Ruk-Asp-6iI/AAAAAAAAAJk/ed2c7SCz5hI/s1600-h/CIMG0979.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="align:left;border: 2px solid black; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R79Y7-HF4WQ/Ruk-Asp-6iI/AAAAAAAAAJk/ed2c7SCz5hI/s320/CIMG0979.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109683433936710178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our hut/villa/room thing &lt;br /&gt;(Mum&amp;Dad look like they just got married and bought a new place)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R79Y7-HF4WQ/Ruk-BMp-6kI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/ZdHHFCmEHuE/s1600-h/CIMG0974.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="align:left;border: 2px solid black; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R79Y7-HF4WQ/Ruk-BMp-6kI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/ZdHHFCmEHuE/s320/CIMG0974.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109683442526644802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pool which I think looked really nice on that day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R79Y7-HF4WQ/Ruk-Bcp-6lI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/Bsi7qKTWd14/s1600-h/CIMG0981.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="align:left;border: 2px solid black; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R79Y7-HF4WQ/Ruk-Bcp-6lI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/Bsi7qKTWd14/s320/CIMG0981.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109683446821612114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mum was petrified and said my Dad could not drive the Jetski for nuts. He would accelerate and suddenly brake. She said she felt like she was sitting on some broken down rollar coaster. My dad still thinks he is James Bond and will someday use the jetski to escape from some people chasing him. He was very proud of the fact that he could ride the jetski. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R79Y7-HF4WQ/Ruk-Bcp-6mI/AAAAAAAAAKE/pIVMEPVX9_I/s1600-h/CIMG0973.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="align:left;border: 2px solid black; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R79Y7-HF4WQ/Ruk-Bcp-6mI/AAAAAAAAAKE/pIVMEPVX9_I/s320/CIMG0973.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109683446821612130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; My dad, really thinks he is really cool. Its middleage crisis. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R79Y7-HF4WQ/Ruk_1Mp-6nI/AAAAAAAAAKM/aXIsYHy4aOk/s1600-h/CIMG0967.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="align:left;border: 2px solid black; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R79Y7-HF4WQ/Ruk_1Mp-6nI/AAAAAAAAAKM/aXIsYHy4aOk/s320/CIMG0967.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109685435391470194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mother's favourite time of the day. When there is no sun to damage her skin and cause her to have pigments. Along with her favourite thing to do on the island. Eat.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway there are absolutely no pictures of me because my parents have zero skills in camera usage. It is really quite bad. I think my parents are quite interesting. hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;They did not get any cool pictures of me surfing OR with me and Grant (surf instructor). Grant is really hot BUT i look really bad in the photo. My hair was like everywhere and i just fell off my board so i looked BAD. So no photo of him.&lt;br /&gt;I love my tan and i want to go back ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway when i got back, THREADLESS Tees came and it made 'going-back-to-school' blues so much better. Careers fair was just blah and all i did was play pictionary and bingo with Raina and Del. Hahahahah and get very bad stomach aches. Our pictures were just awesome. I must take a picture of our pictures one day to keep for memory sake. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Longest day is tomorrow, absolutely no feeling about it. But one day to the weekend!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its a strange time in my life, like stuck in the middle. Not really wanting to move but forced to make a decesion. I want to get alot of things, do alot of things. Still its God's plan i suppose, i just have to get to the part of accepting that fact. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont think i will be back here for a while, till O's are over. Maybe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23040803-154321826251938071?l=shotdown-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shotdown-.blogspot.com/feeds/154321826251938071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23040803&amp;postID=154321826251938071' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23040803/posts/default/154321826251938071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23040803/posts/default/154321826251938071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shotdown-.blogspot.com/2007/09/i-am-really-trying-to-get-back-into.html' title=''/><author><name>beck doodle has left town</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10797450531750187432</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/_R79Y7-HF4WQ/Ruk-Asp-6iI/AAAAAAAAAJk/ed2c7SCz5hI/s72-c/CIMG0979.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23040803.post-5095729485955147382</id><published>2007-08-27T17:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-27T17:12:14.562+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>24th September!&lt;br /&gt;Heroes Season 2.&lt;br /&gt;I cannot wait, I am actually excited for the new season.&lt;br /&gt;(this is really just to remind me) &lt;br /&gt;Prelims are nearly over and most of the exciting stuff have been posted on Izzy's blog. &lt;br /&gt;Haha, yeaa back to bio.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23040803-5095729485955147382?l=shotdown-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shotdown-.blogspot.com/feeds/5095729485955147382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23040803&amp;postID=5095729485955147382' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23040803/posts/default/5095729485955147382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23040803/posts/default/5095729485955147382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shotdown-.blogspot.com/2007/08/24th-september-heroes-season-2.html' title=''/><author><name>beck doodle has left town</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10797450531750187432</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-23040803.post-2204181751875156170</id><published>2007-07-09T20:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-09T20:27:20.398+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ANTS BIT MY FOOT, &lt;br /&gt;I GOT CHASED OUT OF MY STUDY TABLE AND NOW I CAN ONLY USE THE COMPUTER. &lt;br /&gt;THIS IS SO INFURIATING, I AM BEING NOT PRODUCTIVE AT ALL. &lt;br /&gt;I BARELY STUDIED TODAY, WHY ARE THEY DOING THIS. ARGH.&lt;br /&gt;At least i did not plan to do much today, since most of the day would have been wasted sitting and waiting for my turn.&lt;br /&gt;You know what, I cant remember a single thing right now, and there is not more time. NO MORE TIME.&lt;br /&gt;I CANT REMEMBER A THING. So very screwed, so screwed. &lt;br /&gt;BECKY IF YOU WANT TO GET INTO BLAH, YOU BETTER STUDY LIKE SO HARD YOUR BRAINS FALL OUT. &lt;br /&gt;(I am sorry I am just trying to phsyc myself out)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Photos from Becksie&amp;Grace's Birthday lunch at nydc (which was eons ago)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R79Y7-HF4WQ/RpImOAr88CI/AAAAAAAAAIE/iTlBFCkq4Cw/s1600-h/CIMG0833.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="align:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;border: 2px solid black;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R79Y7-HF4WQ/RpImOAr88CI/AAAAAAAAAIE/iTlBFCkq4Cw/s320/CIMG0833.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085168951399084066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R79Y7-HF4WQ/RpImOQr88DI/AAAAAAAAAIM/rWHhpccyAhY/s1600-h/CIMG0835.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="align:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;border: 2px solid black;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R79Y7-HF4WQ/RpImOQr88DI/AAAAAAAAAIM/rWHhpccyAhY/s320/CIMG0835.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085168955694051378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R79Y7-HF4WQ/RpImOQr88EI/AAAAAAAAAIU/KJOc4wdGfMQ/s1600-h/CIMG0833.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="align:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;border: 2px solid black;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R79Y7-HF4WQ/RpImOQr88EI/AAAAAAAAAIU/KJOc4wdGfMQ/s320/CIMG0833.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085168955694051394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R79Y7-HF4WQ/RpImOgr88FI/AAAAAAAAAIc/WQ3jOhqtzbg/s1600-h/CIMG0848.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="align:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;border: 2px solid black;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R79Y7-HF4WQ/RpImOgr88FI/AAAAAAAAAIc/WQ3jOhqtzbg/s320/CIMG0848.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085168959989018706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R79Y7-HF4WQ/RpImOgr88GI/AAAAAAAAAIk/ahvrth-8NF4/s1600-h/CIMG0849.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="align:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;border: 2px solid black;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R79Y7-HF4WQ/RpImOgr88GI/AAAAAAAAAIk/ahvrth-8NF4/s320/CIMG0849.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085168959989018722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R79Y7-HF4WQ/RpInIAr88HI/AAAAAAAAAIs/h_0OG71VScc/s1600-h/CIMG0853.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="align:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;border: 2px solid black;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R79Y7-HF4WQ/RpInIAr88HI/AAAAAAAAAIs/h_0OG71VScc/s320/CIMG0853.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085169947831496818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R79Y7-HF4WQ/RpInIAr88II/AAAAAAAAAI0/ypTs6-2JWuM/s1600-h/CIMG0859.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="align:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;border: 2px solid black;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R79Y7-HF4WQ/RpInIAr88II/AAAAAAAAAI0/ypTs6-2JWuM/s320/CIMG0859.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085169947831496834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R79Y7-HF4WQ/RpInIQr88JI/AAAAAAAAAI8/aSJjG1CstsY/s1600-h/CIMG0866.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="align:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;border: 2px solid black;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R79Y7-HF4WQ/RpInIQr88JI/AAAAAAAAAI8/aSJjG1CstsY/s320/CIMG0866.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085169952126464146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;It always seems like I have at least one unglamourous photo of syl. It has never failed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R79Y7-HF4WQ/RpInIgr88KI/AAAAAAAAAJE/S6G90rFPAm0/s1600-h/DSCN6634.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="align:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;border: 2px solid black;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R79Y7-HF4WQ/RpInIgr88KI/AAAAAAAAAJE/S6G90rFPAm0/s320/DSCN6634.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085169956421431458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R79Y7-HF4WQ/RpInIwr88LI/AAAAAAAAAJM/-zkEJ92odhw/s1600-h/DSCN6633.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="align:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;border: 2px solid black;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R79Y7-HF4WQ/RpInIwr88LI/AAAAAAAAAJM/-zkEJ92odhw/s320/DSCN6633.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085169960716398770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R79Y7-HF4WQ/RpInvAr88MI/AAAAAAAAAJU/nqQiCz7yplo/s1600-h/DSCN6637.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="align:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;border: 2px solid black;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R79Y7-HF4WQ/RpInvAr88MI/AAAAAAAAAJU/nqQiCz7yplo/s320/DSCN6637.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085170617846395074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R79Y7-HF4WQ/RpInvQr88NI/AAAAAAAAAJc/Qg6rRFswrDY/s1600-h/CIMG0863.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="align:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;border: 2px solid black;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R79Y7-HF4WQ/RpInvQr88NI/AAAAAAAAAJc/Qg6rRFswrDY/s320/CIMG0863.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085170622141362386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;elevenofus(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23040803-2204181751875156170?l=shotdown-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shotdown-.blogspot.com/feeds/2204181751875156170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23040803&amp;postID=2204181751875156170' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23040803/posts/default/2204181751875156170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23040803/posts/default/2204181751875156170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shotdown-.blogspot.com/2007/07/ants-bit-my-foot-i-got-chased-out-of-my.html' title=''/><author><name>beck doodle has left town</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10797450531750187432</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/_R79Y7-HF4WQ/RpImOAr88CI/AAAAAAAAAIE/iTlBFCkq4Cw/s72-c/CIMG0833.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23040803.post-5840860213218152512</id><published>2007-06-25T20:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-25T20:35:33.264+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Just a random thought, &lt;br /&gt;Remember when we were younger, &lt;br /&gt;so filled with life, passion, energy to do everything under the sun. &lt;br /&gt;Life was simple maybe.&lt;br /&gt;I see people, I wonder if I was like that.&lt;br /&gt;Its scary to see, somehow, its hitting me that I am older&lt;br /&gt;Ew.&lt;br /&gt;I think its a growing up process, becoming apathatic to everything. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, I must not slip back into that retarded mode. &lt;br /&gt;Happiness is key, yes it is!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23040803-5840860213218152512?l=shotdown-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shotdown-.blogspot.com/feeds/5840860213218152512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23040803&amp;postID=5840860213218152512' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23040803/posts/default/5840860213218152512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23040803/posts/default/5840860213218152512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shotdown-.blogspot.com/2007/06/just-random-thought-remember-when-we.html' title=''/><author><name>beck doodle has left town</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10797450531750187432</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-23040803.post-1651842076112056280</id><published>2007-06-21T21:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-21T21:41:42.097+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>We close our eyes &amp; the world has turned around again&lt;br /&gt;We close our eyes and dream&lt;br /&gt;Another year has come &amp; gone&lt;br /&gt;When everybody is running in the big race &amp; having a good time&lt;br /&gt;Who might've cast a shadow? &lt;br /&gt;Who am I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damit, its the end of the holidays already. &lt;br /&gt;7 weeks to Prelims. &lt;br /&gt;You know what its like my life revolves around exams. &lt;br /&gt;Yea actually its consuming me.&lt;br /&gt;And I try hard not to think about it. &lt;br /&gt;Whilst I am hiding in my little study corner&lt;br /&gt;Everyone is moving on. To a point where everyone is a stranger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;___________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Osaka Trip was relaxing. &lt;br /&gt;I ate and shopped alot. I put on uhm 2kg. &lt;br /&gt;Everyday we would eat this Japanese Roll cake. &lt;br /&gt;Eat all sorts of random things. &lt;br /&gt;It was so dam cold, even though it was summer&lt;br /&gt;At night I could die. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R79Y7-HF4WQ/Rnp6BOpBMoI/AAAAAAAAAHs/1JPr8Df0RE0/s1600-h/CIMG0684.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="align:left; border:2px solid black;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R79Y7-HF4WQ/Rnp6BOpBMoI/AAAAAAAAAHs/1JPr8Df0RE0/s320/CIMG0684.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078505691342254722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kyoto was quaint, little street corners, wooden houses, winding streets. &lt;br /&gt;The hotel was shiz, so we moved out and went back to Osaka. &lt;br /&gt;The Ritz in Osaka is amazing, they had showers that could give you massages with never ending supply of hot water. &lt;br /&gt;The toilets was sensational, I tell you. &lt;br /&gt;To top things off, they are heated toilet bowls, the thing I love the most. &lt;br /&gt;Anyway when we were in Osaka went to Universal Studios. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R79Y7-HF4WQ/Rnp7p-pBMpI/AAAAAAAAAH0/-635PMLD7xk/s1600-h/CIMG0724.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="align:left; border:2px solid black;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R79Y7-HF4WQ/Rnp7p-pBMpI/AAAAAAAAAH0/-635PMLD7xk/s320/CIMG0724.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078507490933551762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The TinMan was gay as hell, he held my daddy's hand and wouldn't let go.&lt;br /&gt;I know my daddy is like damn hot but dont need to hit on him like that, SERIOUSLLYY&lt;br /&gt;So my daddy had to run away, I stood there and laughed.&lt;br /&gt;My mummy in her Elmo hat(which she very excitedly bought) started chasing too, I think because my daddy was holding on to all the money and she was afraid he would get lost. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also went to the Onzen, which was the most disturbing thing I would ever do. &lt;br /&gt;You'd think that the Onzen would be empty like early in the morning, butt noooo!&lt;br /&gt;The whole place was swarming with old ladies. &lt;br /&gt;Since Onzen is like a bath, you can imagine their clothing (or lack of it)&lt;br /&gt;Anyway me and my mum was the most dressed, firmly wrapping towels around and I insisted on wearing my paper undies in. Okay they are not really paper, so their DID NOT disintegrate. &lt;br /&gt;I swear the images at that Onzen will scar me for life. &lt;br /&gt;Other than that, it was amazingly relaxing the 40.8 degree celcius sulphur water. &lt;br /&gt;I just closed my eyes and tried to forget. &lt;br /&gt;My mummy went to suggest that my daddy should suggest that their next company trip should be to an Onzen. &lt;br /&gt;I said, Imagine you boss in the Onzen, The slogan for the trip could be 'Know your colleagues at a deeper level'&lt;br /&gt;And my parents totally spoilt the zen mood of the whole place by howling. &lt;br /&gt;Other than that, we just shopped and ate, like I said. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R79Y7-HF4WQ/Rnp-t-pBMqI/AAAAAAAAAH8/hw2xiVW8Ae8/s1600-h/CIMG0732.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="align:left; border:2px solid black;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R79Y7-HF4WQ/Rnp-t-pBMqI/AAAAAAAAAH8/hw2xiVW8Ae8/s320/CIMG0732.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078510858187911842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also they had this Candle Festival ouside our hotel in the district. &lt;br /&gt;They turned off all the lights and everything.&lt;br /&gt;They lined the streets with candles it was pretty and at different corners different artist would put up a different display&lt;br /&gt;Super cool and pretty. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont even know why I am blogging about the trip, &lt;br /&gt;I am wayy to bored and not using my time constructively. &lt;br /&gt;But its alright, I'm liking it&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23040803-1651842076112056280?l=shotdown-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shotdown-.blogspot.com/feeds/1651842076112056280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23040803&amp;postID=1651842076112056280' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23040803/posts/default/1651842076112056280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23040803/posts/default/1651842076112056280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shotdown-.blogspot.com/2007/06/we-close-our-eyes-world-has-turned.html' title=''/><author><name>beck doodle has left town</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10797450531750187432</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/_R79Y7-HF4WQ/Rnp6BOpBMoI/AAAAAAAAAHs/1JPr8Df0RE0/s72-c/CIMG0684.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23040803.post-2827312899542261272</id><published>2007-06-18T23:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-19T19:32:17.794+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.imagestation.com/album/pictures.html?id=2090873767"&gt;4S Class photos&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its password protected for obvious reasons.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway ask me for the password.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23040803-2827312899542261272?l=shotdown-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shotdown-.blogspot.com/feeds/2827312899542261272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23040803&amp;postID=2827312899542261272' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23040803/posts/default/2827312899542261272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23040803/posts/default/2827312899542261272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shotdown-.blogspot.com/2007/06/4s-class-photos-its-password-protected.html' title=''/><author><name>beck doodle has left town</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10797450531750187432</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-23040803.post-5170019019366334827</id><published>2007-06-07T15:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-08T13:49:27.232+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>These are class party photos, &lt;br /&gt;The rest I will upload it somewhere.&lt;br /&gt;My eyes are going to pop out really soon. &lt;br /&gt;School is such a bore, the week is finally over (:&lt;br /&gt;I really cannot wait for the holidays to finally begin. &lt;br /&gt;---------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R79Y7-HF4WQ/RmeyfupBMLI/AAAAAAAAAEE/o_qGQKUE9a4/s1600-h/CIMG0498.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="align:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;border:2px solid black;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R79Y7-HF4WQ/RmeyfupBMLI/AAAAAAAAAEE/o_qGQKUE9a4/s320/CIMG0498.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073219763421917362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At Raina's place, I suck at DDR. &lt;br /&gt;But it was insanely fun, Raina is like the goddess of DDR or something. Metal slug was so fun, I felt like some potato just sitting there pressing buttons. Noodles was also so cute. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Class party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R79Y7-HF4WQ/Rmeyf-pBMMI/AAAAAAAAAEM/kPOxDXjA8X0/s1600-h/CIMG0503.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="align:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; border:2px solid black;cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R79Y7-HF4WQ/Rmeyf-pBMMI/AAAAAAAAAEM/kPOxDXjA8X0/s320/CIMG0503.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073219767716884674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Genius Chen is so cute&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R79Y7-HF4WQ/Rmeyf-pBMNI/AAAAAAAAAEU/BWdANvWRDSw/s1600-h/CIMG0517.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="align:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;border:2px solid black;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R79Y7-HF4WQ/Rmeyf-pBMNI/AAAAAAAAAEU/BWdANvWRDSw/s320/CIMG0517.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073219767716884690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R79Y7-HF4WQ/Rmeyf-pBMOI/AAAAAAAAAEc/wkKE2mHJsYM/s1600-h/CIMG0530.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="align:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;border:2px solid black;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R79Y7-HF4WQ/Rmeyf-pBMOI/AAAAAAAAAEc/wkKE2mHJsYM/s320/CIMG0530.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073219767716884706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R79Y7-HF4WQ/RmeygepBMPI/AAAAAAAAAEk/FGwqMzztEA0/s1600-h/CIMG0532.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="align:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; border:2px solid black;cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R79Y7-HF4WQ/RmeygepBMPI/AAAAAAAAAEk/FGwqMzztEA0/s320/CIMG0532.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073219776306819314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R79Y7-HF4WQ/RmezGOpBMQI/AAAAAAAAAEs/uE4LjASKjm4/s1600-h/CIMG0535.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="align:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer;border:2px solid black; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R79Y7-HF4WQ/RmezGOpBMQI/AAAAAAAAAEs/uE4LjASKjm4/s320/CIMG0535.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073220424846881026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R79Y7-HF4WQ/RmezGOpBMRI/AAAAAAAAAE0/c2-iDfqykEk/s1600-h/CIMG0545.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="align:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; border:2px solid black;cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R79Y7-HF4WQ/RmezGOpBMRI/AAAAAAAAAE0/c2-iDfqykEk/s320/CIMG0545.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073220424846881042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like this picture (: &lt;br /&gt;I AM STRONG HURHURHUR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R79Y7-HF4WQ/RmezGepBMSI/AAAAAAAAAE8/Py6uhQAXor8/s1600-h/CIMG0553.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="alignt:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; border:2px solid black;cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R79Y7-HF4WQ/RmezGepBMSI/AAAAAAAAAE8/Py6uhQAXor8/s320/CIMG0553.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073220429141848354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think I ever saw the class so violent before. &lt;br /&gt;Honest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R79Y7-HF4WQ/RmezGepBMTI/AAAAAAAAAFE/AH-d6ertoWA/s1600-h/CIMG0558.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="align:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer;border:2px solid black; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R79Y7-HF4WQ/RmezGepBMTI/AAAAAAAAAFE/AH-d6ertoWA/s320/CIMG0558.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073220429141848370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R79Y7-HF4WQ/RmezGepBMUI/AAAAAAAAAFM/EIu8qoaEbjY/s1600-h/CIMG0560.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="align:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer;border:2px solid black; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R79Y7-HF4WQ/RmezGepBMUI/AAAAAAAAAFM/EIu8qoaEbjY/s320/CIMG0560.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073220429141848386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R79Y7-HF4WQ/RmeztupBMWI/AAAAAAAAAFc/s3D5JuSYtz0/s1600-h/CIMG0567.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="align:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; border:2px solid black;cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R79Y7-HF4WQ/RmeztupBMWI/AAAAAAAAAFc/s3D5JuSYtz0/s320/CIMG0567.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073221103451713890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R79Y7-HF4WQ/RmeztupBMXI/AAAAAAAAAFk/2miEFV8ft_4/s1600-h/CIMG0571.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="align:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer;border:2px solid black; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R79Y7-HF4WQ/RmeztupBMXI/AAAAAAAAAFk/2miEFV8ft_4/s320/CIMG0571.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073221103451713906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R79Y7-HF4WQ/RmeztupBMYI/AAAAAAAAAFs/TKowvmMoFd4/s1600-h/CIMG0573.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="align:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; border:2px solid black;cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R79Y7-HF4WQ/RmeztupBMYI/AAAAAAAAAFs/TKowvmMoFd4/s320/CIMG0573.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073221103451713922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, well. Guess who that belongs to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R79Y7-HF4WQ/Rmezt-pBMZI/AAAAAAAAAF0/8f9QvxD8QoU/s1600-h/CIMG0576.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="align:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer;border:2px solid black; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R79Y7-HF4WQ/Rmezt-pBMZI/AAAAAAAAAF0/8f9QvxD8QoU/s320/CIMG0576.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073221107746681234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R79Y7-HF4WQ/Rme0rupBMaI/AAAAAAAAAF8/vGpHnCu_Ms4/s1600-h/CIMG0581.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="align:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; border:2px solid black;cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R79Y7-HF4WQ/Rme0rupBMaI/AAAAAAAAAF8/vGpHnCu_Ms4/s320/CIMG0581.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073222168603603362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R79Y7-HF4WQ/Rme0rupBMbI/AAAAAAAAAGE/bXzmZYghDgI/s1600-h/CIMG0586.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="align:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; border:2px solid black;cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R79Y7-HF4WQ/Rme0rupBMbI/AAAAAAAAAGE/bXzmZYghDgI/s320/CIMG0586.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073222168603603378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R79Y7-HF4WQ/Rme0rupBMcI/AAAAAAAAAGM/RL8oqAVkA9s/s1600-h/CIMG0591.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="align:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; border:2px solid black;cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R79Y7-HF4WQ/Rme0rupBMcI/AAAAAAAAAGM/RL8oqAVkA9s/s320/CIMG0591.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073222168603603394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R79Y7-HF4WQ/Rme0r-pBMdI/AAAAAAAAAGU/n4xNQZju3GE/s1600-h/CIMG0598.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="align:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; border:2px solid black;cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R79Y7-HF4WQ/Rme0r-pBMdI/AAAAAAAAAGU/n4xNQZju3GE/s320/CIMG0598.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073222172898570706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R79Y7-HF4WQ/Rme0r-pBMeI/AAAAAAAAAGc/3XtC1HVe94I/s1600-h/CIMG0604.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="align:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; border:2px solid black;cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R79Y7-HF4WQ/Rme0r-pBMeI/AAAAAAAAAGc/3XtC1HVe94I/s320/CIMG0604.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073222172898570722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R79Y7-HF4WQ/Rme1aepBMgI/AAAAAAAAAGs/NsLcpVVhHoo/s1600-h/CIMG0602.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="align:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; border:2px solid black;cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R79Y7-HF4WQ/Rme1aepBMgI/AAAAAAAAAGs/NsLcpVVhHoo/s320/CIMG0602.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073222971762487810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R79Y7-HF4WQ/Rme1aepBMhI/AAAAAAAAAG0/QZoCxVOrMT4/s1600-h/CIMG0607.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="align:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; border:2px solid black;cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R79Y7-HF4WQ/Rme1aepBMhI/AAAAAAAAAG0/QZoCxVOrMT4/s320/CIMG0607.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073222971762487826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R79Y7-HF4WQ/Rme1aepBMiI/AAAAAAAAAG8/2mQ45CgHDoQ/s1600-h/CIMG0612.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="align:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer;border:2px solid black; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R79Y7-HF4WQ/Rme1aepBMiI/AAAAAAAAAG8/2mQ45CgHDoQ/s320/CIMG0612.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073222971762487842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R79Y7-HF4WQ/Rme1aupBMjI/AAAAAAAAAHE/TGSVXI58awQ/s1600-h/CIMG0613.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="align:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; border:2px solid black;cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R79Y7-HF4WQ/Rme1aupBMjI/AAAAAAAAAHE/TGSVXI58awQ/s320/CIMG0613.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073222976057455154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R79Y7-HF4WQ/Rme1u-pBMkI/AAAAAAAAAHM/sYesiG0kKVg/s1600-h/CIMG0616.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="align:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; border:2px solid black;cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R79Y7-HF4WQ/Rme1u-pBMkI/AAAAAAAAAHM/sYesiG0kKVg/s320/CIMG0616.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073223323949806146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R79Y7-HF4WQ/Rme1u-pBMlI/AAAAAAAAAHU/AcCerNQHDjI/s1600-h/CIMG0617.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="align:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; border:2px solid black;cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R79Y7-HF4WQ/Rme1u-pBMlI/AAAAAAAAAHU/AcCerNQHDjI/s320/CIMG0617.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073223323949806162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R79Y7-HF4WQ/Rme1vOpBMmI/AAAAAAAAAHc/WEL9IlZdrfs/s1600-h/Sexy+Beu.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="align:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; border:2px solid black;cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R79Y7-HF4WQ/Rme1vOpBMmI/AAAAAAAAAHc/WEL9IlZdrfs/s320/Sexy+Beu.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073223328244773474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a joke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R79Y7-HF4WQ/Rme1vOpBMnI/AAAAAAAAAHk/QG_C6TATu30/s1600-h/CIMG0601.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="align:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; border:2px solid black;cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R79Y7-HF4WQ/Rme1vOpBMnI/AAAAAAAAAHk/QG_C6TATu30/s320/CIMG0601.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073223328244773490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May the 4s be with you (hahahahahah)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay I am lazy to write anything else. &lt;br /&gt;I think many people are going to kill me.&lt;br /&gt;OH WELL.&lt;br /&gt;I will be away&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23040803-5170019019366334827?l=shotdown-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shotdown-.blogspot.com/feeds/5170019019366334827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23040803&amp;postID=5170019019366334827' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23040803/posts/default/5170019019366334827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23040803/posts/default/5170019019366334827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shotdown-.blogspot.com/2007/06/these-are-class-party-photos-rest-i.html' title=''/><author><name>beck doodle has left town</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10797450531750187432</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/_R79Y7-HF4WQ/RmeyfupBMLI/AAAAAAAAAEE/o_qGQKUE9a4/s72-c/CIMG0498.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23040803.post-3519190013453626550</id><published>2007-06-04T20:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-04T21:03:02.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello Apathy, again</title><content type='html'>My teeth hurt. &lt;br /&gt;Eyeballs feel like falling out.&lt;br /&gt;Holidays are non-exsistant.&lt;br /&gt;Life is weird. &lt;br /&gt;I wish I could fly. &lt;font color=#CADCE8&gt;away&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a headache. &lt;br /&gt;Trying very hard to amuse myself.&lt;br /&gt;Failing miserably. &lt;br /&gt;Fairygodmother tycoon is being retarded.&lt;br /&gt;Fish eye's suck.&lt;br /&gt;This is the 200th post. &lt;br /&gt;I am not random. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Refrigerator.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sidenote: I will post many pictures of class party, &lt;u&gt;eventually&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23040803-3519190013453626550?l=shotdown-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shotdown-.blogspot.com/feeds/3519190013453626550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23040803&amp;postID=3519190013453626550' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23040803/posts/default/3519190013453626550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23040803/posts/default/3519190013453626550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shotdown-.blogspot.com/2007/06/my-teeth-hurt.html' title='Hello Apathy, again'/><author><name>beck doodle has left town</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10797450531750187432</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-23040803.post-3906184756193970497</id><published>2007-05-20T17:20:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-20T17:48:26.276+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Goodbye Apathy?</title><content type='html'>My feet hurt, but retail therapy is oh so good. &lt;br /&gt;It was weird getting all excited about seeing the big fat word SALE, &lt;br /&gt;baralling through crowds, madly swinging our paperbags around just to clear the path. &lt;br /&gt;No, we are not Aunty, just deprived. &lt;br /&gt;I miss the time in UK which our really madcap spending sprees&lt;br /&gt;'oh that looks nice, buy it!'&lt;br /&gt;'Yea, hmmm okay'&lt;br /&gt;Just like that, without asking 'Do I look fat' a bazillion times. &lt;br /&gt;I have a strange new fascination with the Theater, it amazes me, must be fun to not be yourself for a bit, to be someone made by someone else.&lt;br /&gt;Its like a huge game of pretend, when you step into clothes, shoes which are way too big for you as a kid and run around just pretending. &lt;br /&gt;Must be a nice feeling. Forgot it. &lt;br /&gt;Anyway I am killing time, I gave up trying to get my parents to leave the house early so I can head down to the club earlier. &lt;br /&gt;I want to go see the horses for a bit, I miss them, their silly-ness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thought about something to blog about, realised it was not right to talk about it, &lt;br /&gt;Would sound like I am some crazy kid. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Lets go into Depression!'&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23040803-3906184756193970497?l=shotdown-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shotdown-.blogspot.com/feeds/3906184756193970497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23040803&amp;postID=3906184756193970497' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23040803/posts/default/3906184756193970497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23040803/posts/default/3906184756193970497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shotdown-.blogspot.com/2007/05/goodbye-apathy_20.html' title='Goodbye Apathy?'/><author><name>beck doodle has left town</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10797450531750187432</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-23040803.post-932177841461037372</id><published>2007-05-10T21:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-10T21:41:10.679+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Coffee&amp;textbooks</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R79Y7-HF4WQ/RkMfvKGs5PI/AAAAAAAAAD8/Q0ZSQUOlJ3c/s1600-h/CIMG0156.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="align:left;border:2px solid black;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R79Y7-HF4WQ/RkMfvKGs5PI/AAAAAAAAAD8/Q0ZSQUOlJ3c/s320/CIMG0156.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062925301121344754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its halfway through the exams and I question myself, &lt;br /&gt;Why am I even online?&lt;br /&gt;Watching Heroes (which happens to be so awesome) and blogging. &lt;br /&gt;Someone just hit me on the head with a Chem textbook.&lt;br /&gt;Youtube is taking exceptionally long today, makes me jittery&lt;br /&gt;Today, is oddly and un-nervingly relaxing. I should stop worrying that I am not worried. &lt;br /&gt;Anyway had our 1st not-so-secret meeting, over good food and even weirder jokes. &lt;br /&gt;Discussing freely about how certain assets might come slapping you in the face. &lt;br /&gt;I just discovered the wonderful links on Syl's blog, only she can come up with things like these.&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE THE RABBITS&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I will stop thinking about how badly I screwed up all my papers and concentrate on happy things. &lt;br /&gt;Like well, uh smiley faces &lt;br /&gt;Did I mention how stupid some papers where, I really could not care less about how much joules is needed to cook a stupid piece of meat and how many pieces of meat i can put in to make sure it is all cooked. &lt;br /&gt;JUST POKE THE STUPID THING AND MAKE SURE IT IS BROWN. So much for trying to domesticate us. &lt;br /&gt;THIS PISSES ME OFF BY EXPONENTIAL AMOUNTS. &lt;br /&gt;You can imagine how I felt mid way through the physics paper, but i pray and hope that at least SOME of genius Chen's knowledge of physics diffused over to me. &lt;br /&gt;Oh God, help me through the rest of this torturous week and let me survive till my shopping spree.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23040803-932177841461037372?l=shotdown-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shotdown-.blogspot.com/feeds/932177841461037372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23040803&amp;postID=932177841461037372' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23040803/posts/default/932177841461037372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23040803/posts/default/932177841461037372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shotdown-.blogspot.com/2007/05/coffee.html' title='Coffee&amp;textbooks'/><author><name>beck doodle has left town</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10797450531750187432</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/_R79Y7-HF4WQ/RkMfvKGs5PI/AAAAAAAAAD8/Q0ZSQUOlJ3c/s72-c/CIMG0156.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23040803.post-4740201252179583597</id><published>2007-04-26T20:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-26T20:50:05.191+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ksjhddamitkwehr</title><content type='html'>I feel like blogging, maybe its like a weekly habit thing. &lt;br /&gt;I finally watched Heroes again, it made me happy for a bit. &lt;br /&gt;And I went back to static.&lt;br /&gt;My life is amazingly stagnant and boring now. &lt;br /&gt;Come home, study, sleep. Oh yes, the joys of life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;BUNS OF STEEL AND BRAINS OF A CABBAGE&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That would stick with me my entire life, really.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23040803-4740201252179583597?l=shotdown-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shotdown-.blogspot.com/feeds/4740201252179583597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23040803&amp;postID=4740201252179583597' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23040803/posts/default/4740201252179583597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23040803/posts/default/4740201252179583597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shotdown-.blogspot.com/2007/04/ksjhddamitkwehr.html' title='ksjhddamitkwehr'/><author><name>beck doodle has left town</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10797450531750187432</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-23040803.post-389087872482510744</id><published>2007-04-19T20:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-19T20:51:52.140+08:00</updated><title type='text'>For all the Wrong Reasons</title><content type='html'>I have to stop obsessing about (I am so ranting here):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UWC Scholarship&lt;br /&gt;Ohemgee! I want to get it so bad to go to Italy/Canda/Norway/New Zealand/England.&lt;br /&gt;This is killing me, the schools all look so funky and cool.&lt;br /&gt;The Italy one especially, their science is their speciality, and they have marine bio.&lt;br /&gt;How cool can that get. Argh, but the chances of me getting in is like zero to none. &lt;br /&gt;Being average, not really fantastic in anything and the fact that I could not really be bothered with world issues. &lt;br /&gt;I cannot, get over this. I want it!&lt;br /&gt;Oh whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shopping&lt;br /&gt;After like window shopping online, I need to shop and buy stuff. &lt;br /&gt;Everything looks so nice, it is calling out to me to buy it. &lt;br /&gt;Worst of all, they don't ship to Singapore.What the pong!&lt;br /&gt;And my mother does not trust spree, so I cannot buy.  &lt;br /&gt;but I feel quite bad, I have bought something new every week. &lt;br /&gt;I cannot become a shopaholic.&lt;br /&gt;Somehow, retail therapy is sooo fulfilling, but now I feel quite sad that I have to wait like a day more before I can go shopping. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.4KM &lt;br /&gt;Shut up, its stupid but I am getting anxiety attacks thinking about it. &lt;br /&gt;Since the last time I tried to do it, I nearly died from my wind pipe closing up on me.(think asthma) &lt;br /&gt;Also in the light of how super unfit I am now. &lt;br /&gt;I REALLY NOT FEEL LIKE RUNNING at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MID YEARS&lt;br /&gt;Its 2 weeks away, nuff said. &lt;br /&gt;And I am only halfway through everything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay ignore my pointless ranting, typing it all out is better than pacing up and down my room a gazillion times, it gives me a horrible headache.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23040803-389087872482510744?l=shotdown-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shotdown-.blogspot.com/feeds/389087872482510744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23040803&amp;postID=389087872482510744' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23040803/posts/default/389087872482510744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23040803/posts/default/389087872482510744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shotdown-.blogspot.com/2007/04/for-all-wrong-reasons.html' title='For all the Wrong Reasons'/><author><name>beck doodle has left town</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10797450531750187432</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-23040803.post-2561318937187095302</id><published>2007-04-14T17:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-14T18:11:31.706+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The greatest test of courage on earth is to bear defeat without losing heart</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R79Y7-HF4WQ/RiCorzVao5I/AAAAAAAAADk/OPxu_jbgvLU/s1600-h/debate1.JPG.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="align:left; border: 2px solid black;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R79Y7-HF4WQ/RiCorzVao5I/AAAAAAAAADk/OPxu_jbgvLU/s320/debate1.JPG.jpg" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053224252377572242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Debators you are the bestest in my books. You guys did really fantabulous. &lt;br /&gt;It was a bittersweet night, it really was. &lt;br /&gt;Somehow, screaming our lungs out on a scarily old ride at a Carnival in Sengkang with lousy, jarring music and weird rides, made everything seem somewhat better. &lt;br /&gt;Paying lots of money to be flipped around upside down was surprisingly fun. &lt;br /&gt;Its amazing how these little crazy moments will be ingrained in my head for a long time to come. &lt;br /&gt;Now I have these huge bruises forming on my shoulders and neck from the ride. It hurts, but it was worth it. &lt;br /&gt;I'm acheing now and having a hard time typing the letters into the box to post this post.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23040803-2561318937187095302?l=shotdown-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shotdown-.blogspot.com/feeds/2561318937187095302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23040803&amp;postID=2561318937187095302' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23040803/posts/default/2561318937187095302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23040803/posts/default/2561318937187095302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shotdown-.blogspot.com/2007/04/greatest-test-of-courage-on-earth-is-to.html' title='The greatest test of courage on earth is to bear defeat without losing heart'/><author><name>beck doodle has left town</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10797450531750187432</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/_R79Y7-HF4WQ/RiCorzVao5I/AAAAAAAAADk/OPxu_jbgvLU/s72-c/debate1.JPG.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23040803.post-5384972149801409400</id><published>2007-04-11T20:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-12T17:45:29.893+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sometimes when we think we are keeping a secret, that secret is actually keeping us</title><content type='html'>Disillusionment is not a bad thing. &lt;br /&gt;Disillusionment is, literally, the loss of an illusion - about ourselves, about the world, about God - and while it is almost always a painful thing, it is never a bad thing, to lose the lies we have mistaken for truth. Disillusioned, we find out that God does not conform to our expectations. We find out what is not true, and we are set free to seek what is - if we dare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every letdown becomes a lesson, and a lure. &lt;br /&gt;Did God fail to come when I rubbed the lantern? &lt;br /&gt;Then perhaps God is not a genie. &lt;br /&gt;Did God fail to punish my enemies? &lt;br /&gt;Then perhaps God is not a cop.&lt;br /&gt;Did God fail to make everything run smoothly? &lt;br /&gt;Then perhaps God is not a mechanic. &lt;br /&gt;Who then is God? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My disappointments draw me deeper into the mystery of God's being and doing. Every time God declines to meet my expectations, another of my idols is exposed. &lt;br /&gt;Another curtain is drawn back so I can see what I have propped up in God's place. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, that is not God. &lt;br /&gt;Who then is God? &lt;br /&gt;It is the question of a lifetime, and the answers are never big enough or finished. &lt;br /&gt;Pushing back curtain after curtain, it becomes clear that the failure is not God's but my own, for having such a poor and stingy imagination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Barbara Brown Taylor, Faith Reflections&lt;br /&gt;Becksie's blog&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23040803-5384972149801409400?l=shotdown-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shotdown-.blogspot.com/feeds/5384972149801409400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23040803&amp;postID=5384972149801409400' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23040803/posts/default/5384972149801409400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23040803/posts/default/5384972149801409400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shotdown-.blogspot.com/2007/04/disillusionment-is-not-bad-thing.html' title='Sometimes when we think we are keeping a secret, that secret is actually keeping us'/><author><name>beck doodle has left town</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10797450531750187432</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-23040803.post-9124493936876559883</id><published>2007-04-11T14:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-11T14:54:22.041+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This is going to have alot of pictures. &lt;br /&gt;Swim Meet 07, yet another day of doing nothing, and just stoning in the sun. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R79Y7-HF4WQ/RhyCWDVao3I/AAAAAAAAADU/yB0GhkC4deQ/s1600-h/CIMG0407.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="align:left; margin:none;border:2px solid black;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R79Y7-HF4WQ/RhyCWDVao3I/AAAAAAAAADU/yB0GhkC4deQ/s320/CIMG0407.jpg"  alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052056197366719346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Twelve of Us, finally a picture, without anyone missing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R79Y7-HF4WQ/RhyCCTVaouI/AAAAAAAAACM/mm7eTm4bjVw/s1600-h/MRS+LIM!.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="align:left; margin:none;border:2px solid black;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R79Y7-HF4WQ/RhyCCTVaouI/AAAAAAAAACM/mm7eTm4bjVw/s320/MRS+LIM!.jpg" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052055858064302818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MRS LIM!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R79Y7-HF4WQ/RhyCCTVaovI/AAAAAAAAACU/Z-O7-K6OTOI/s1600-h/CIMG0375.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="align:left; margin:none;border:2px solid black;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R79Y7-HF4WQ/RhyCCTVaovI/AAAAAAAAACU/Z-O7-K6OTOI/s320/CIMG0375.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052055858064302834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Syl with a susage&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R79Y7-HF4WQ/RhyCCTVaowI/AAAAAAAAACc/zUkSzXf7Mjc/s1600-h/CIMG0368.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="align:left; margin:none;border:2px solid black;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R79Y7-HF4WQ/RhyCCTVaowI/AAAAAAAAACc/zUkSzXf7Mjc/s320/CIMG0368.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052055858064302850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R79Y7-HF4WQ/RhyCCjVaoxI/AAAAAAAAACk/atjs0LQsvOU/s1600-h/CIMG0378.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="align:left; margin:none;border:2px solid black;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R79Y7-HF4WQ/RhyCCjVaoxI/AAAAAAAAACk/atjs0LQsvOU/s320/CIMG0378.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052055862359270162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Syl smelling herself.Nasty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R79Y7-HF4WQ/RhyCCjVaoyI/AAAAAAAAACs/U8EIduzEDAE/s1600-h/CIMG0383.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="align:left; margin:none;border:2px solid black;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R79Y7-HF4WQ/RhyCCjVaoyI/AAAAAAAAACs/U8EIduzEDAE/s320/CIMG0383.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052055862359270178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adele and the martian&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R79Y7-HF4WQ/RhyCVjVaozI/AAAAAAAAAC0/K_N3baPftEU/s1600-h/CIMG0388.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="align:left; margin:none;cursor:pointer;border:2px solid black; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R79Y7-HF4WQ/RhyCVjVaozI/AAAAAAAAAC0/K_N3baPftEU/s320/CIMG0388.jpg"alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052056188776784690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jo being really weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R79Y7-HF4WQ/RhyCVjVao0I/AAAAAAAAAC8/QxbFRQqO5uI/s1600-h/CIMG0392.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="align:left; margin:none;border:2px solid black;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R79Y7-HF4WQ/RhyCVjVao0I/AAAAAAAAAC8/QxbFRQqO5uI/s320/CIMG0392.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052056188776784706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nobody, Joelle and Beulah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R79Y7-HF4WQ/RhyCVzVao1I/AAAAAAAAADE/qZF5x-VNzj8/s1600-h/CIMG0394.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="align:left; margin:none;border:2px solid black;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R79Y7-HF4WQ/RhyCVzVao1I/AAAAAAAAADE/qZF5x-VNzj8/s320/CIMG0394.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052056193071752018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ask me if you want to have the photo of the day, which I highly doubt. &lt;br /&gt;It cannot be put here, needed for blackmail purposes (WINK)&lt;br /&gt;hahahahah okay, need to study&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23040803-9124493936876559883?l=shotdown-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shotdown-.blogspot.com/feeds/9124493936876559883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23040803&amp;postID=9124493936876559883' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23040803/posts/default/9124493936876559883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23040803/posts/default/9124493936876559883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shotdown-.blogspot.com/2007/04/this-is-going-to-have-alot-of-pictures.html' title=''/><author><name>beck doodle has left town</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10797450531750187432</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/_R79Y7-HF4WQ/RhyCWDVao3I/AAAAAAAAADU/yB0GhkC4deQ/s72-c/CIMG0407.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23040803.post-2434076288086653681</id><published>2007-04-10T19:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-10T20:13:54.637+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You Were the Last High</title><content type='html'>I feel like blogging, yet I think it would sound overly weird. &lt;br /&gt;Since we went to the Old Folks Home today, Lady of the something something. &lt;br /&gt;It makes me appreciate my grandmother alot more, she's 86 and healthy as ever walking lots and cooking all sorts of wonderful yummies for me to eat. &lt;br /&gt;Now I kinda miss her, she's travelling in China. &lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the trip to the home was surprisingly fun. &lt;br /&gt;Talking to cute little old people. &lt;br /&gt;Grinning widely looking at this one man try to conduct us.&lt;br /&gt;Learning how lousy I really am at housework&lt;br /&gt;Getting laughed at by the nurse&lt;br /&gt;Retard peg games and swings&lt;br /&gt;&amp; More little phantom flies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was fun, running around pretending that I could fly.&lt;br /&gt;Beacuse for that brief lil moment, it felt like nothing could really catch up. &lt;br /&gt;Felt really happy, for that little bit of time. &lt;br /&gt;When you fly, you are free to do what you want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am really sick of studying, I will not study today. &lt;br /&gt;I will just study twice as hard tomorrow. hopefully. &lt;br /&gt;Scratch that, I WII, I MUST&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23040803-2434076288086653681?l=shotdown-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shotdown-.blogspot.com/feeds/2434076288086653681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23040803&amp;postID=2434076288086653681' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23040803/posts/default/2434076288086653681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23040803/posts/default/2434076288086653681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shotdown-.blogspot.com/2007/04/you-were-last-high.html' title='You Were the Last High'/><author><name>beck doodle has left town</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10797450531750187432</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-23040803.post-8940407616306006744</id><published>2007-04-09T17:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-09T17:35:05.124+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello My Treacherous Friends</title><content type='html'>I realised just how sad life is today. &lt;br /&gt;When one thing is over, you run face first into another&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't really matter though, somehow. &lt;br /&gt;There are always people to cheer you up. &lt;br /&gt;With little snippets of stupid retardedness which just make you want to smile. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aaaiiyaaiiyaaii I am the stupid phantom fly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23040803-8940407616306006744?l=shotdown-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shotdown-.blogspot.com/feeds/8940407616306006744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23040803&amp;postID=8940407616306006744' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23040803/posts/default/8940407616306006744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23040803/posts/default/8940407616306006744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shotdown-.blogspot.com/2007/04/hello-my-treacherous-friends.html' title='Hello My Treacherous Friends'/><author><name>beck doodle has left town</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10797450531750187432</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-23040803.post-6782450557410211721</id><published>2007-04-08T17:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-09T17:22:16.258+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R79Y7-HF4WQ/RhoEs6sNFjI/AAAAAAAAACE/bxU81tna9os/s1600-h/cross_by_FFVIII.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; border:2px solid black; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R79Y7-HF4WQ/RhoEs6sNFjI/AAAAAAAAACE/bxU81tna9os/s320/cross_by_FFVIII.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051355101764851250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Great Exchange&lt;br /&gt;Trying never to lose the wonder of the cross.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23040803-6782450557410211721?l=shotdown-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shotdown-.blogspot.com/feeds/6782450557410211721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23040803&amp;postID=6782450557410211721' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23040803/posts/default/6782450557410211721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23040803/posts/default/6782450557410211721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shotdown-.blogspot.com/2007/04/great-exchange-trying-never-to-lose.html' title=''/><author><name>beck doodle has left town</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10797450531750187432</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/_R79Y7-HF4WQ/RhoEs6sNFjI/AAAAAAAAACE/bxU81tna9os/s72-c/cross_by_FFVIII.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23040803.post-7100782071153005342</id><published>2007-04-07T18:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-07T18:52:56.031+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R79Y7-HF4WQ/Rhd1cKsNFhI/AAAAAAAAAB0/xBfEDAYpch8/s1600-h/CIMG0325.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block;border: 2px solid black; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R79Y7-HF4WQ/Rhd1cKsNFhI/AAAAAAAAAB0/xBfEDAYpch8/s320/CIMG0325.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5050634633885849106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Its been awhile (:&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretty weird, 2 years on since we last met up. &lt;br /&gt;Laughed about the silly notes we passed around in p6.&lt;br /&gt;Worrying about, Seconday school, PSLE.&lt;br /&gt;Now we are Sec4, its freaky. &lt;br /&gt;How all our worries seem to be pointless and insignificant. &lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Number 23 is a cool show. &lt;br /&gt;Its a tiring show to watch, you spend half the time trying to add. &lt;br /&gt;For a brief moment, I was obessed about it. Panicking at weird moments. &lt;br /&gt;Good Friday, was too busy for my comfort. &lt;br /&gt;Had some wedding dinner to rush to, it was a funny wedding. &lt;br /&gt;They nearly forced all my granduncle and aunt to kiss on stage. &lt;br /&gt;On second thoughts, its pretty disturbing.ew.&lt;br /&gt;Still, its fun to have a good laugh with my cousins and get high over stupid things. &lt;br /&gt;My youngest cousin is the cutest.&lt;br /&gt;I told him that Ash (from Pokemon) died and this was his reaction&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R79Y7-HF4WQ/Rhd1casNFiI/AAAAAAAAAB8/jq18YQNK55s/s1600-h/CIMG0334.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R79Y7-HF4WQ/Rhd1casNFiI/AAAAAAAAAB8/jq18YQNK55s/s320/CIMG0334.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5050634638180816418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23040803-7100782071153005342?l=shotdown-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shotdown-.blogspot.com/feeds/7100782071153005342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23040803&amp;postID=7100782071153005342' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23040803/posts/default/7100782071153005342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23040803/posts/default/7100782071153005342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shotdown-.blogspot.com/2007/04/its-been-awhile-pretty-weird-2-years-on.html' title=''/><author><name>beck doodle has left town</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10797450531750187432</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/_R79Y7-HF4WQ/Rhd1cKsNFhI/AAAAAAAAAB0/xBfEDAYpch8/s72-c/CIMG0325.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23040803.post-2880001649637860508</id><published>2007-04-01T21:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-02T14:36:42.049+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I wish you would step back&lt;br /&gt;From that ledge my friend&lt;br /&gt;You could cut ties with all the lies&lt;br /&gt;That you've been living in&lt;br /&gt;&amp; if you do not want to see me again&lt;br /&gt;I would understand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No I am not suicidal. &lt;br /&gt;hahahahah that would be the best April's fools joke. &lt;br /&gt;I swear I love Syl for burning the CD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, photos of the debators. before I forget. I know it is really late. like almost 1 1/2 weeks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R79Y7-HF4WQ/RhCja5itAAI/AAAAAAAAABc/PhKtGmRWv9o/s1600-h/CIMG0283.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:none;border:2px solid black; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R79Y7-HF4WQ/RhCja5itAAI/AAAAAAAAABc/PhKtGmRWv9o/s320/CIMG0283.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048714864800628738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Beulah, looking martian-y&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R79Y7-HF4WQ/RhCjbJitABI/AAAAAAAAABk/gF9ssCePveY/s1600-h/CIMG0285.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:none;border: 2px solid black; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R79Y7-HF4WQ/RhCjbJitABI/AAAAAAAAABk/gF9ssCePveY/s320/CIMG0285.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048714869095596050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Debators! Who broke 1st (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R79Y7-HF4WQ/RhCjbJitACI/AAAAAAAAABs/S6CdbWNoF20/s1600-h/CIMG0286.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:none;border:2px solid black; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R79Y7-HF4WQ/RhCjbJitACI/AAAAAAAAABs/S6CdbWNoF20/s320/CIMG0286.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048714869095596066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23040803-2880001649637860508?l=shotdown-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shotdown-.blogspot.com/feeds/2880001649637860508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23040803&amp;postID=2880001649637860508' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23040803/posts/default/2880001649637860508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23040803/posts/default/2880001649637860508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shotdown-.blogspot.com/2007/04/i-wish-you-would-step-back-from-that.html' title=''/><author><name>beck doodle has left town</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10797450531750187432</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/_R79Y7-HF4WQ/RhCja5itAAI/AAAAAAAAABc/PhKtGmRWv9o/s72-c/CIMG0283.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23040803.post-200585416338635377</id><published>2007-03-28T20:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-28T20:04:40.803+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R79Y7-HF4WQ/RgpZJZis__I/AAAAAAAAABU/B1jLFvdb45A/s1600-h/homeless0001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:none; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R79Y7-HF4WQ/RgpZJZis__I/AAAAAAAAABU/B1jLFvdb45A/s320/homeless0001.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046944350432198642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well anyway, my life revolves around school, studying and sleeping. &lt;br /&gt;Which sort of means my life is really boring. &lt;br /&gt;So yea, its the O levels shiz. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'I dislocated my hip'&lt;br /&gt;'???'&lt;br /&gt;'You know you leg is like a ball in a socket, it came out.'&lt;br /&gt;'Where did it roll to?'&lt;br /&gt;'How did he find it to put it back?'&lt;br /&gt;A typical conversation with Joelle.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23040803-200585416338635377?l=shotdown-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shotdown-.blogspot.com/feeds/200585416338635377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23040803&amp;postID=200585416338635377' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23040803/posts/default/200585416338635377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23040803/posts/default/200585416338635377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shotdown-.blogspot.com/2007/03/well-anyway-my-life-revolves-around.html' title=''/><author><name>beck doodle has left town</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10797450531750187432</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/_R79Y7-HF4WQ/RgpZJZis__I/AAAAAAAAABU/B1jLFvdb45A/s72-c/homeless0001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23040803.post-7541344552108961336</id><published>2007-03-26T15:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-26T17:33:28.335+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>In case you are wondering, &lt;br /&gt;I did not pon school today. &lt;br /&gt;My hips were merely unaligned (think floorball&amp;riding), making it really hard for me to walk, sit etc etc. &lt;br /&gt;Anyway I am fine after much painkillers and a visit to the chiropractor. &lt;br /&gt;Where he clicked my hips back to where it should be, &lt;br /&gt;now my legs are of equal length. YAY :D&lt;br /&gt;Okay, hahahaha I DO NOT PON SCHOOL. &lt;br /&gt;Thank You very much. &lt;br /&gt;I am a good kid&lt;br /&gt;This morning was pretty funny, &lt;br /&gt;Dad: Wake up its 6.15, time for school. &lt;br /&gt;Becky: I can't get up my back hurts&lt;br /&gt;Dad: Don't be a drama queen. &lt;br /&gt;(Yanks me out of bed)&lt;br /&gt;Hips: CCCRRAACCKKK. Click. &lt;br /&gt;Becky: ow.&lt;br /&gt;Dad: okay, get back to bed, you are seeing Uncle Terence later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23040803-7541344552108961336?l=shotdown-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shotdown-.blogspot.com/feeds/7541344552108961336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23040803&amp;postID=7541344552108961336' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23040803/posts/default/7541344552108961336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23040803/posts/default/7541344552108961336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shotdown-.blogspot.com/2007/03/in-case-you-are-wondering-i-did-not-pon.html' title=''/><author><name>beck doodle has left town</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10797450531750187432</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-23040803.post-7256669221475040009</id><published>2007-03-25T16:48:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-25T16:53:35.439+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='300' width='375'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/xD-Huwlg2kY' name='movie'&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed height='300' width='375' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/xD-Huwlg2kY'&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Potter Puppet Pals&lt;br /&gt;Wizard Angst&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Ron invanded my personal bubble!'&lt;br /&gt;Hahahaha I swear this video is so hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;Okay I will be like Harry now. Angsty.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23040803-7256669221475040009?l=shotdown-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shotdown-.blogspot.com/feeds/7256669221475040009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23040803&amp;postID=7256669221475040009' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23040803/posts/default/7256669221475040009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23040803/posts/default/7256669221475040009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shotdown-.blogspot.com/2007/03/potter-puppet-pals-wizard-angst-ron.html' title=''/><author><name>beck doodle has left town</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10797450531750187432</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-23040803.post-5941196453714764905</id><published>2007-03-24T22:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-24T22:31:05.454+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R79Y7-HF4WQ/RgU0KwM--dI/AAAAAAAAABE/lYUrn5cI5Aw/s1600-h/CIMG0302.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:none;border:2px solid black; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_R79Y7-HF4WQ/RgU0KwM--dI/AAAAAAAAABE/lYUrn5cI5Aw/s320/CIMG0302.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045496316881205714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Becky's really long post just got deleted and she has not gotten enough sleep today. She's is a angry kid now. &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SYLVIA OOI REMEMBER TO SEND ME THOSE SONGS. PLEASE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23040803-5941196453714764905?l=shotdown-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shotdown-.blogspot.com/feeds/5941196453714764905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23040803&amp;postID=5941196453714764905' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23040803/posts/default/5941196453714764905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23040803/posts/default/5941196453714764905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shotdown-.blogspot.com/2007/03/beckys-really-long-post-just-got.html' title=''/><author><name>beck doodle has left town</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10797450531750187432</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/_R79Y7-HF4WQ/RgU0KwM--dI/AAAAAAAAABE/lYUrn5cI5Aw/s72-c/CIMG0302.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23040803.post-2947294373993979387</id><published>2007-03-22T22:38:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-22T22:38:59.263+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R79Y7-HF4WQ/RgKTuQM--ZI/AAAAAAAAAAk/ZxvQ_aF4Y2c/s1600-h/index_68-1.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:none;border:2px solid black; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R79Y7-HF4WQ/RgKTuQM--ZI/AAAAAAAAAAk/ZxvQ_aF4Y2c/s320/index_68-1.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044756955441068434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;False sleeves.&lt;br /&gt;I have no idea which season this was. &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Because the fundamental human problem, is that people are afraid of change."&lt;br /&gt;Rei Kawakubo&lt;br /&gt;Designer, owner of Comme Des Garcon&lt;br /&gt;She's funky, Edna Mode from Incredibles is said to be made after her. &lt;br /&gt;Still, she was the genius who made Black what it is. &lt;br /&gt;Oh and she does not use heels in her shows. &lt;br /&gt;I want to go the New York Fashion week or Paris Fashion week some day ):&lt;br /&gt;The Singapore fashion week has absolutely zero kick.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23040803-2947294373993979387?l=shotdown-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shotdown-.blogspot.com/feeds/2947294373993979387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23040803&amp;postID=2947294373993979387' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23040803/posts/default/2947294373993979387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23040803/posts/default/2947294373993979387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shotdown-.blogspot.com/2007/03/false-sleeves.html' title=''/><author><name>beck doodle has left town</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10797450531750187432</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/_R79Y7-HF4WQ/RgKTuQM--ZI/AAAAAAAAAAk/ZxvQ_aF4Y2c/s72-c/index_68-1.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23040803.post-2477573666188203007</id><published>2007-03-19T20:56:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-19T20:56:21.604+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;Masquerade!&lt;br /&gt;Paper faces on parade&lt;br /&gt;Masquerade!&lt;br /&gt;Hide your face, so the world will never find you!&lt;br /&gt;Masquerade!&lt;br /&gt;Stop and stare at the sea of smiles around you!&lt;br /&gt;Masquerade!&lt;br /&gt;Seething shadows breathing lie&lt;br /&gt;Masquerade!&lt;br /&gt;You can fool any friend who ever knew you!&lt;br /&gt;Masquerade!&lt;br /&gt;Leering satyrs, peering eyes &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the Phantom,Andrew Lloyd Webber is a theatrical  genius.&lt;br /&gt;The songs are awesome. &lt;br /&gt;First time I say it was when I was 3 in broadway. &lt;br /&gt;Scared they shit out of me, I was convinced the Chandelier would crash on me. &lt;br /&gt;I cannot wait to watch it :D&lt;br /&gt;I particulary like Masquerade, maybe because I like the old world charm, masquerade party. &lt;br /&gt;So funky la, I think I will organise one in the near future. &lt;br /&gt;Also due to the fact that in the 18th centuary everyone went everywhere on horses. &lt;br /&gt;Which is highly cool, but I think the streets would have smelled. &lt;br /&gt;Still, not exactly a big fan of the big frumpy dresses, weird hair and absolutely no woman rights. &lt;br /&gt;Oh and the not bathing for months thing. &lt;br /&gt;Still it was cool that time, the buildings and all. &lt;br /&gt;I like history this way. No LORMS or anything&lt;br /&gt;I would still like to have this really long family lineage and everything. &lt;br /&gt;The closest thing I got of my ancestor is a head sculpture on my great-grand dad, well and his urn (with ashes)&lt;br /&gt;He looks really pissed off. My mum says he just looks like that always pissed off. &lt;br /&gt;Now I know where I get it from.&lt;br /&gt;Somehow its different, like whoooaa your grandpa was the duke of uh something or something. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, I GOT TO EAT MY SCONE TODAY. &lt;br /&gt;I am like so super mega-ly happy. &lt;br /&gt;SCONES nice buttery and jammy. &lt;br /&gt;AHHHHHH SCONES. &lt;br /&gt;After O's I will bake the best scone ever even better than the ones I like from Paragon. &lt;br /&gt;&amp; I WILL BINGE ON THEM. &lt;br /&gt;Scones should totally take over the world.&lt;br /&gt;Muji raisin chocolates could be its evil accomplice.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23040803-2477573666188203007?l=shotdown-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shotdown-.blogspot.com/feeds/2477573666188203007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23040803&amp;postID=2477573666188203007' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23040803/posts/default/2477573666188203007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23040803/posts/default/2477573666188203007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shotdown-.blogspot.com/2007/03/masquerade-paper-faces-on-parade.html' title=''/><author><name>beck doodle has left town</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10797450531750187432</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-23040803.post-9020088564073922154</id><published>2007-03-17T18:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-17T18:43:29.024+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>One year on from last years March camp. &lt;br /&gt;Everything in retrospect seems really different. &lt;br /&gt;Maybe its because I am growing up, I feel so very old. &lt;br /&gt;Its a weird feeling, thinking what I would think of myself now in 2008. &lt;br /&gt;Yea, maybe it was really retarded. &lt;br /&gt;Looking back, things have really changed. alot. &lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, I just chose to remember to good things, &lt;br /&gt;but those aren't really the things that come back to haunt you in the end. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, life's complicated now. &lt;br /&gt;I don't really know how to catergorise what I am feeling know into the known sectors of happy, sad, whatever. &lt;br /&gt;I don't want to be anywhere.really. &lt;br /&gt;Fear grips me everytime I lay eyes on a TYS or something like that. &lt;br /&gt;I think I am become reclusive.&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha. &lt;br /&gt;okay. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh God, where exactly are you?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23040803-9020088564073922154?l=shotdown-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shotdown-.blogspot.com/feeds/9020088564073922154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23040803&amp;postID=9020088564073922154' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23040803/posts/default/9020088564073922154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23040803/posts/default/9020088564073922154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shotdown-.blogspot.com/2007/03/one-year-on-from-last-years-march-camp.html' title=''/><author><name>beck doodle has left town</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10797450531750187432</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-23040803.post-3048288428735182623</id><published>2007-03-13T21:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-13T21:55:24.853+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R79Y7-HF4WQ/Rfape26TryI/AAAAAAAAAAc/ZXtNYXznog0/s1600-h/z22769750.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:none; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R79Y7-HF4WQ/Rfape26TryI/AAAAAAAAAAc/ZXtNYXznog0/s320/z22769750.jpg" border=none alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041403180489092898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;that makes me so mad, &lt;br /&gt;and so sad. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm smad. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I should just resign to the fact that I am going to screw up O's&lt;br /&gt;and I'm so fat. &lt;br /&gt;Island Creamery and Macs did not help. &lt;br /&gt;But, damn it felt so good. &lt;br /&gt;Hello adipose tissues, my favourite friend.&lt;br /&gt;3hr chemistry lesson is sucide. Electrolysis fried my brain cells. &lt;br /&gt;I need to study, more. &lt;br /&gt;With studying, comes great knowledge. (yea right)&lt;br /&gt;Everything is going to pass so fast. &lt;br /&gt;Not like I really want to start on this marathon anyway. &lt;br /&gt;I blog boring things. Its so angsty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, aint that sad. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh no, I am happy really&lt;br /&gt;See, :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay now I feel like a retard. &lt;br /&gt;Wait, I am one. &lt;br /&gt;Ah whatever. &lt;br /&gt;Everytime I spell bananas&lt;br /&gt;its ends up as banananan. &lt;br /&gt;I hate spelling banana, &lt;br /&gt;I always get the number of 'na's mixed up. &lt;br /&gt;Its such a hard word. &lt;br /&gt;Why in the world am I spelling bananana, oh yea&lt;br /&gt;I wanted some banana ice cream. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just realised this post is strange. &lt;br /&gt;okay. &lt;br /&gt;KUNGAWAWA. &lt;br /&gt;I just felt like saying that. &lt;br /&gt;I am really that weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now to ponder over what to get for my mother. &lt;br /&gt;Its her birthday you know. &lt;br /&gt;Fascinating.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23040803-3048288428735182623?l=shotdown-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shotdown-.blogspot.com/feeds/3048288428735182623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23040803&amp;postID=3048288428735182623' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23040803/posts/default/3048288428735182623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23040803/posts/default/3048288428735182623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shotdown-.blogspot.com/2007/03/that-makes-me-so-mad-and-so-sad.html' title=''/><author><name>beck doodle has left town</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10797450531750187432</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/_R79Y7-HF4WQ/Rfape26TryI/AAAAAAAAAAc/ZXtNYXznog0/s72-c/z22769750.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23040803.post-509849075046005237</id><published>2007-03-10T22:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-10T22:53:44.645+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R79Y7-HF4WQ/RfLGMm6TrxI/AAAAAAAAAAU/ex7DcdoTUaQ/s1600-h/cling.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:none;border:2px solid black;text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_R79Y7-HF4WQ/RfLGMm6TrxI/AAAAAAAAAAU/ex7DcdoTUaQ/s320/cling.gif" border=none alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040308852886843154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The truth? &lt;br /&gt;I tried as hard as I could. &lt;br /&gt;I took as much as I could take. &lt;br /&gt;I put up with all I could&lt;br /&gt;&amp; it still wasn't enough.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's the story of my life isn't it. &lt;br /&gt;Your best is never really enough. &lt;br /&gt;I try my hardest, I just end up tripping and falling face flat. &lt;br /&gt;You start to ask yourself, what is the purpose of doing all this in the first place. &lt;br /&gt;It just is so screwed up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a lighter note while walking Izzy out on Friday,&lt;br /&gt;this black SUV drove up with its windows wound down. &lt;br /&gt;I turn and I see this thing screaming at me. &lt;br /&gt;'Oh my shit, its the devil's spawn.'&lt;br /&gt;So I freaked and I tripped on the curb and fell. &lt;br /&gt;Thank God Izzy caught me. &lt;br /&gt;Never was a lion (or whatever animal) mask so scary. &lt;br /&gt;See what a big loser I am, I get scared by a stupid 5 year old in a paperplate mask roaring at me. &lt;br /&gt;Becky, absolutely brilliant.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23040803-509849075046005237?l=shotdown-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shotdown-.blogspot.com/feeds/509849075046005237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23040803&amp;postID=509849075046005237' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23040803/posts/default/509849075046005237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23040803/posts/default/509849075046005237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shotdown-.blogspot.com/2007/03/truth-i-tried-as-hard-as-i-could.html' title=''/><author><name>beck doodle has left town</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10797450531750187432</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/_R79Y7-HF4WQ/RfLGMm6TrxI/AAAAAAAAAAU/ex7DcdoTUaQ/s72-c/cling.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23040803.post-117327157985246104</id><published>2007-03-07T20:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-07T20:46:20.163+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4738/295/1600/505572/Heroes.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:none;border: 2px solid black; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4738/295/320/376864/Heroes.png" border=none alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;APRIL 23RD 2007&lt;br /&gt;WHY MUST THEY GO ON HAITUS ):&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To make it worse its starts soooo near Mid Years &lt;br /&gt;This is so super depressing. &lt;br /&gt;I hatee Tim Kring, make me sad. &lt;br /&gt;Heroes is seriously so super good and they stopped at the cliff hanger. &lt;br /&gt;Peter vs Sylar. &lt;br /&gt;I am so raving. &lt;br /&gt;NOOO, I have this feeling that I will forget that they started again. &lt;br /&gt;I CANNOT FORGET. &lt;br /&gt;They stopped the show because it was American Idol Season.&lt;br /&gt;So they are afraid that veiwership would drop. &lt;br /&gt;What the pong la!&lt;br /&gt;I don't care about American Idol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sad ):&lt;br /&gt;Today we had such a beerash of a judge. &lt;br /&gt;rawr.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23040803-117327157985246104?l=shotdown-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shotdown-.blogspot.com/feeds/117327157985246104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23040803&amp;postID=117327157985246104' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23040803/posts/default/117327157985246104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23040803/posts/default/117327157985246104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shotdown-.blogspot.com/2007/03/april-23rd-2007-why-must-they-go-on.html' title=''/><author><name>beck doodle has left town</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10797450531750187432</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-23040803.post-117266734763977276</id><published>2007-02-28T20:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-28T21:26:22.970+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4738/295/1600/587901/z76602786.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:none; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4738/295/320/387265/z76602786.jpg" border=none alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;You know the feeling where you all you want to do is rip your throat out.&lt;br /&gt;I hate being sick, yet maybe I like it.&lt;br /&gt;Friday come quick.&lt;br /&gt;____________________________________&lt;br /&gt;I tried to read between the lines &lt;br /&gt;I tried to look in your eyes &lt;br /&gt;I want a simple explanation &lt;br /&gt;For what I'm feeling inside&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thunder on replay.&lt;br /&gt;This songs is &lt;3 &lt;br /&gt;(not just because its called Thunder)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23040803-117266734763977276?l=shotdown-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shotdown-.blogspot.com/feeds/117266734763977276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23040803&amp;postID=117266734763977276' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23040803/posts/default/117266734763977276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23040803/posts/default/117266734763977276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shotdown-.blogspot.com/2007/02/you-know-feeling-where-you-all-you.html' title=''/><author><name>beck doodle has left town</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10797450531750187432</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-23040803.post-117215481589100524</id><published>2007-02-22T21:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-22T22:33:38.556+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4738/295/1600/346937/CIMG0257.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:none;border:2px solid black; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4738/295/320/300094/CIMG0257.jpg" border=none alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I'm still the optimist, &lt;br /&gt;though it is hard when all you want to be is in a dream&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aiya, CNY is over, such a drag. Did GEE-ROW visting, need to do it all this weekend. &lt;br /&gt;My last overseas holiday in a long time. Joy. &lt;br /&gt;I kinda like staying in Bangkok, even though I missed everyone back home. &lt;br /&gt;Still, its fun waking up late and eating wonderful KhaoPad. &lt;br /&gt;Oh yea, good stuff. &lt;br /&gt;Anyway it was good while it lasted, kind of made me want to go back to ChiangMai even more ):&lt;br /&gt;This week was fast, tomorrow its Friday already, means the weekends are here. &lt;br /&gt;These upcoming two weeks will be such a drag, SSEF.&lt;br /&gt;The bane of my exsistence.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23040803-117215481589100524?l=shotdown-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shotdown-.blogspot.com/feeds/117215481589100524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23040803&amp;postID=117215481589100524' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23040803/posts/default/117215481589100524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23040803/posts/default/117215481589100524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shotdown-.blogspot.com/2007/02/im-still-optimist-though-it-is-hard.html' title=''/><author><name>beck doodle has left town</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10797450531750187432</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-23040803.post-117154273893251891</id><published>2007-02-15T20:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-15T20:49:01.353+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4738/295/1600/310141/m68981410.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:none; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4738/295/320/890248/m68981410.jpg" border=none alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And I don't want the world to see me &lt;br /&gt;Cause I don't think that they'd understand &lt;br /&gt;When everything's made to be broken &lt;br /&gt;I just want you to know who I am &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you can't fight the tears that ain't coming &lt;br /&gt;Or the moment of truth in your lies &lt;br /&gt;When everything feels like the movies &lt;br /&gt;Yeah you bleed just to know your alive&lt;/center&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will be gone soon, to Bangkok, away. &lt;font color="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:50%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;from this shithole&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Iris on replay.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23040803-117154273893251891?l=shotdown-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shotdown-.blogspot.com/feeds/117154273893251891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23040803&amp;postID=117154273893251891' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23040803/posts/default/117154273893251891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23040803/posts/default/117154273893251891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shotdown-.blogspot.com/2007/02/and-i-dont-want-world-to-see-me-cause.html' title=''/><author><name>beck doodle has left town</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10797450531750187432</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-23040803.post-117145351560423015</id><published>2007-02-14T19:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-14T21:43:34.230+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;HAPPY VALENTINES' DAY EVERYONE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4738/295/1600/611212/CIMG0221.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:none; text-align:center;border: 2px solid black;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4738/295/320/259664/CIMG0221.jpg" border=none alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;Meet my hot date, Chloe Tingalingagling. &lt;br /&gt; Hmmmm, I can't believe I spent my Valentines' Day with someone like this&lt;br /&gt;Isn't she so very 'hot'. She reminds me of something though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4738/295/1600/900346/Untitled.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:none;border: 2px solid black; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4738/295/320/794076/Untitled.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;I told you she looked familiar. Don't they look alike. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway Me&amp;Borat-look-a-like went out to binge at Gastromania. &lt;br /&gt;We drowned our sorrows with food&lt;br /&gt;We went in and ordered like super alot, the guy who was serving us got this mighty big shock, he was like uuhhh okkkkaayy. &lt;br /&gt;We looked like these two big gluttons. &lt;br /&gt;So we sat around and ate for over an hour. &lt;br /&gt;It was oh-so-very indulgent. &lt;br /&gt;As usual we just sat around and talked and talked. &lt;br /&gt;Chloe you bad girl. Yes whined about life again, became emo. &lt;br /&gt;So we headed to Island Creamery to eat our sorrows away and to continue whining alot more. &lt;br /&gt;I will never forget THAT moment, 'URINARY BLADDER! UNRINARY BLADDER!'&lt;br /&gt;So yes this is a weekly thing now, whining away. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would like to thank everybody in school who gave me so many wonderful gifts, flowers and food which are going to make me so very fat. Not like I am not now, I am so fat now after the binging. &lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, today bio was extremely fun. I had many good and hearty laughs.&lt;br /&gt;Still I felt loved, Thanks everybody.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I lubdub all of you from my right to my left ventricle.&lt;br /&gt;Life doesn't give you the people you want,&lt;br /&gt;it gives you the people you need.&lt;br /&gt;To help you, to hurt you, to love you, to leave you;&lt;br /&gt;to make you into the person you were meant to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mother just called me a failure, thats nice. &lt;br /&gt;Yea, I am sorry for being one. &lt;br /&gt;Sucha beerash.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23040803-117145351560423015?l=shotdown-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shotdown-.blogspot.com/feeds/117145351560423015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23040803&amp;postID=117145351560423015' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23040803/posts/default/117145351560423015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23040803/posts/default/117145351560423015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shotdown-.blogspot.com/2007/02/happy-valentines-day-everyone-meet-my.html' title=''/><author><name>beck doodle has left town</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10797450531750187432</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-23040803.post-117120300186338988</id><published>2007-02-11T21:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-11T22:10:02.813+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4738/295/1600/135409/PICT0094.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:none;border:2px solid black; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4738/295/320/984133/PICT0094.jpg" border=none alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A simple photo can take you back to a time&lt;br /&gt;where everything was perfect&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;____________________________________&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This whole week, its like an internal struggle of worry and self-doubt. &lt;br /&gt;All these random thoughts of failing O levels, getting above 10 points. &lt;br /&gt;Worried of all these expectations that I fear I would let down, how the future would be so uncertain. &lt;br /&gt;Just a few minutes ago, I was freaking out because I realised I did not study much this whole weekend. &lt;br /&gt;I just spent it fooling around. &lt;br /&gt;I just felt so down and out, like 'oh shit I am so screwed'&lt;br /&gt;Its really strange, how this little piece of paper with a random bunch of letters and numbers all in row can affect and cause so much worry. &lt;br /&gt;Yet, what does these letters all mean?&lt;br /&gt;Does it really mean we are a better person, a better student, a better child?&lt;br /&gt;The answer is pretty obvious staring staight at me, &lt;br /&gt;but why do I still want so badly to do well that it is just eating me up.&lt;br /&gt;I study so hard just for what, that piece of paper. &lt;br /&gt;It seems quite pointless, but somehow I know I need to do it.&lt;br /&gt;Am I really defined by the grades that I get.&lt;br /&gt;I know somehow, at the end of this whole 'O level' journey, I want to be more than &lt;br /&gt;'Oh I got these grades because I mugged'&lt;br /&gt;It should be so much more than that, because God is the one who created all this knowledge in the first place. &lt;br /&gt;Still, to glorify god through my results, I cannot really seem to get it. &lt;br /&gt;But for now, I will try to glorify him through the way I go through this exam, I hope. &lt;br /&gt;Its just the beginning and it already sucks so bad. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;When you've prayed every prayer that you know how to pray. &lt;br /&gt;Just remember the Lord will hear and the answer is on it's way. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our God is able. &lt;br /&gt;He is mighty. &lt;br /&gt;He is faithful. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And He never sleeps, He never slumbers. &lt;br /&gt;He never tires of hearing our prayer. &lt;br /&gt;When we are weak He becomes stronger. &lt;br /&gt;So rest in His love and cast all of your cares on Him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you feel that the Lord has forgotten your need. &lt;br /&gt;Just remember that God is always working in ways you cannot see. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23040803-117120300186338988?l=shotdown-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shotdown-.blogspot.com/feeds/117120300186338988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23040803&amp;postID=117120300186338988' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23040803/posts/default/117120300186338988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23040803/posts/default/117120300186338988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shotdown-.blogspot.com/2007/02/simple-photo-can-take-you-back-to-time.html' title=''/><author><name>beck doodle has left town</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10797450531750187432</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-23040803.post-117103601444387069</id><published>2007-02-09T23:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-09T23:46:55.036+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4738/295/1600/768079/CIMG0242.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:none;border: 2px solid black; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4738/295/320/331356/CIMG0242.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;You can try to hide your feelings,&lt;br /&gt;but they won't disappear&lt;br /&gt;if they don't go away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;There's a reason why they're there.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23040803-117103601444387069?l=shotdown-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shotdown-.blogspot.com/feeds/117103601444387069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23040803&amp;postID=117103601444387069' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23040803/posts/default/117103601444387069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23040803/posts/default/117103601444387069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shotdown-.blogspot.com/2007/02/you-can-try-to-hide-your-feelings-but.html' title=''/><author><name>beck doodle has left town</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10797450531750187432</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-23040803.post-117103590504162688</id><published>2007-02-09T23:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-09T23:45:25.193+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today, was THE BOMB (literally)&lt;br /&gt;and one of mixed feelings if you know what I mean. &lt;br /&gt;Anyway we had this really retarded excursion to Discovery Centre where they filled our brains with senseless National Education on how to FIGHT THE TERRORIST.&lt;br /&gt;I mean its pretty much common sense, &lt;br /&gt;who on earth goes onto a bus with this gigomantic bag leaves it there and goes 'not mine, not mine'&lt;br /&gt;OBVIOUSLY there is something wrong, he is either &lt;br /&gt;1. carrying a bomb&lt;br /&gt;2. hiding a dead body&lt;br /&gt;3. dropping off drugs for someone to pick up&lt;br /&gt;Either one of it you wouldn't walk calmly to the bus driver to report it. &lt;br /&gt;You'd get off at the next stop. &lt;br /&gt;Anyway it was so boring we just took ALOT of pictures. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4738/295/1600/71186/CIMG0198.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:none;border:2px solid black; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4738/295/320/178396/CIMG0198.jpg" border=none alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4738/295/1600/108790/CIMG0210.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:none;border:2px solid black; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4738/295/320/197154/CIMG0210.jpg" border=none alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Its name was ann.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4738/295/1600/61796/CIMG0203.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:none;border:2px solid black; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4738/295/320/922436/CIMG0203.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I don't know what this one was called&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4738/295/1600/544926/CIMG0215.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:none;border:2px solid black; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4738/295/320/131211/CIMG0215.jpg" border=none alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I can extinguish fires!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4738/295/1600/924240/CIMG0237.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:none;border:2px solid black; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4738/295/320/318335/CIMG0237.jpg" border=none alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;His fly was open. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4738/295/1600/944023/CIMG0234.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:none;border:2px solid black; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4738/295/320/758906/CIMG0234.jpg" border=none alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sexy thing(Hahahaha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4738/295/1600/665148/CIMG0220.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:none;border:2px solid black; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4738/295/320/88/CIMG0220.jpg" border=none alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hello Sunshine(s)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4738/295/1600/707969/CIMG0239.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:none;border:2px solid black; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4738/295/320/260012/CIMG0239.jpg" border=none alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4738/295/1600/229356/CIMG0204.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:none;border:2px solid black; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4738/295/320/235100/CIMG0204.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;All of us (without the stupid debators)&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23040803-117103590504162688?l=shotdown-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shotdown-.blogspot.com/feeds/117103590504162688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23040803&amp;postID=117103590504162688' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23040803/posts/default/117103590504162688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23040803/posts/default/117103590504162688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shotdown-.blogspot.com/2007/02/today-was-bomb-literally-and-one-of_09.html' title=''/><author><name>beck doodle has left town</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10797450531750187432</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-23040803.post-117093989357818428</id><published>2007-02-08T20:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-08T21:04:54.220+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4738/295/1600/384696/HORSEI%21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:none;border:2px solid black; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4738/295/320/784593/HORSEI%21.jpg" border=none alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Anyone with the Y-chromosone in them just skip this whole part)&lt;br /&gt;I wasted 15 minutes of my recess arguing with stupid Chloe and embarassed myself in the process. &lt;br /&gt;We were walking the corridor talking really quite loudly.&lt;br /&gt;Me:     I AM TELLING YOU THE THIN THIN ONES ARE PINK NOW!&lt;br /&gt;Chloe: NO NOT THAT ONE THATS THE LONG LONG ONES!&lt;br /&gt;Me:     THATS BECAUSE THEY CHANGED THE PACKAGING ITS PINK NOW! &lt;br /&gt;Chloe: NO ITS GREEN! I CANT FIND THOSE ANYMORE NOW I HAVE TO USE THIS THICK ONES&lt;br /&gt;(Chloe goes very quiet now)&lt;br /&gt;Me:      I AM TELLING YOU THE THIN ONES ARE CALLED WHISPER ULTRA, THE SUPER ABSORBENT, SHORT ONES AND THEY ARE          &lt;br /&gt;NOW PINK! DO YOU GET ME?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I turn around to my HORROR, I see Mr Yeo staring at us with total disgust written all over on his face. &lt;br /&gt;I could just die just there. Anyway I died on the floor laughing. &lt;br /&gt;Moments like this I will miss when I leave MG. &lt;br /&gt;Discussing random nonesense like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anyway today I a good day, there is NO WORK, maybe because I finished it all already yesterday. &lt;br /&gt;So I spent the whole day SLEEPING, oh the joys of 4 extra hours of sleep. &lt;br /&gt;I feel like such a pig, I just skipped lunch and plonked on my mum's bed to sleep. Uniform and all. &lt;br /&gt;All the tests are over I can just sit around and slack, but very soon I can't for like 9 months. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Excursion tomorrow! WHOOPEEDOO. &lt;br /&gt;I look forward to it with such great anticipation.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23040803-117093989357818428?l=shotdown-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shotdown-.blogspot.com/feeds/117093989357818428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23040803&amp;postID=117093989357818428' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23040803/posts/default/117093989357818428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23040803/posts/default/117093989357818428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shotdown-.blogspot.com/2007/02/anyone-with-y-chromosone-in-them-just.html' title=''/><author><name>beck doodle has left town</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10797450531750187432</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-23040803.post-117084285183400609</id><published>2007-02-07T18:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-07T21:09:30.933+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4738/295/1600/533381/Photo%20353.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:none;border: 2px solid black; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4738/295/320/142373/Photo%20353.jpg" border=none alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;HAPPY SWEET 16 TAN JIAYIN!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are 16, join the club :D&lt;br /&gt;Its been another great year knowing you, sneezes, sniffles and random rantings. &lt;br /&gt;Its been cool talking random nonesense with you and doing really strange things together. &lt;br /&gt;I hope you liked the cake&amp;cupcake!&lt;br /&gt;We were all frantic during recess looking for fire. &lt;br /&gt;Still you remained oh so oblivious. &lt;br /&gt;Its very amusing. &lt;br /&gt;Continue to grow in the Lord as this year goes by :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;____________________________________&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am offically in love with Lion King, &lt;br /&gt;its the awesomest movie of all time. &lt;br /&gt;It makes me feel happy, kiddish, without a worry. &lt;br /&gt;I knew I should not have rented it, but now I have this urge to just borrow all the desiney movies. &lt;br /&gt;This is not good, I should be starting to study really hard already. &lt;br /&gt;Argh, Lion King is just nice (:&lt;br /&gt;Profound in sutle ways, I keep humming random songs from the movie when I am bored/moody. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I've got a lovely bunch of coconuts&lt;br /&gt;There they are sitting in a row&lt;br /&gt;Big ones, small ones &amp; some as big as your head!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I drive people mad with this song (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23040803-117084285183400609?l=shotdown-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shotdown-.blogspot.com/feeds/117084285183400609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23040803&amp;postID=117084285183400609' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23040803/posts/default/117084285183400609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23040803/posts/default/117084285183400609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shotdown-.blogspot.com/2007/02/happy-sweet-16-tan-jiayin-you-are-16.html' title=''/><author><name>beck doodle has left town</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10797450531750187432</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-23040803.post-117075964758323811</id><published>2007-02-06T18:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-06T20:23:51.546+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I find myself burning out in school everyday, its really quite disgusting. &lt;br /&gt;Just thinking about everything makes me feel like rolling over and just dying on the floor. &lt;br /&gt;Come back home and hit the books. &lt;br /&gt;Maybe this is some kind of release, &lt;br /&gt;I am pathetic pouring out everything to a pointless blog. &lt;br /&gt;"Oh Becky, You've got to stop being emo, its bad for health.'&lt;br /&gt;Anyway Island Creamery was totalllyyy awesome, its fun to just sit and talk without a worry in the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;____________________________________&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe we're not meant to be happy.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe there is no such thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Maybe happiness was just made up by people who needed something to look forward to.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23040803-117075964758323811?l=shotdown-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shotdown-.blogspot.com/feeds/117075964758323811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23040803&amp;postID=117075964758323811' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23040803/posts/default/117075964758323811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23040803/posts/default/117075964758323811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shotdown-.blogspot.com/2007/02/i-find-myself-burning-out-in-school.html' title=''/><author><name>beck doodle has left town</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10797450531750187432</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-23040803.post-117068255657560002</id><published>2007-02-05T21:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-05T21:41:28.706+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4738/295/1600/709798/aafsccf.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;border:2px solid black" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4738/295/320/803365/aafsccf.jpg" border=none alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;remember when we were little &amp; the biggest&lt;br /&gt;decision we had to make was to either go on&lt;br /&gt;the swings or the monkey bars during recess.&lt;br /&gt;or how the only fake people we knew were&lt;br /&gt;barbie &amp; ken. or how the only way our friends&lt;br /&gt;could disappear was in a game of hide &amp; seek.&lt;br /&gt;&amp; the only drama that happened was when&lt;br /&gt;your best friend stole your cookie at lunch.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23040803-117068255657560002?l=shotdown-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shotdown-.blogspot.com/feeds/117068255657560002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23040803&amp;postID=117068255657560002' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23040803/posts/default/117068255657560002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23040803/posts/default/117068255657560002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shotdown-.blogspot.com/2007/02/remember-when-we-were-little-biggest.html' title=''/><author><name>beck doodle has left town</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10797450531750187432</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-23040803.post-117068187104530945</id><published>2007-02-05T20:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-05T22:18:00.710+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am really going slightly mad right now. &lt;br /&gt;All I can think about is population pyramids, birth rates, death rates and all the retarded factors relating to that. &lt;br /&gt;Its just eating me up, I have to really stop doing this when I get burned out. &lt;br /&gt;I just dont have the time no more. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;High Birth Rate:&lt;br /&gt;- No Contraceptives&lt;br /&gt;- Lack of education on family planning&lt;br /&gt;- more children in a bid to ensure that at least some will survive to take care of the retarded farm&lt;br /&gt;- Culture to have boys so they keep giving birth till they get a retarded boy. GIRLS ARE EQUALLY COOL OKAY. gosh so sexist. &lt;br /&gt;- I cannot remember anymore. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay that was quite boring, my head is a buzz so I need to do some random pointless quiz to make it feel normal. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;———-Have You Ever———&lt;br /&gt;1. Been so drunk you blacked out: No&lt;br /&gt;2. Missed school coz it was raining: Nope&lt;br /&gt;3. Put a body part on fire for amusement: Yep&lt;br /&gt;4. Been hurt emotionally: Yup&lt;br /&gt;5. Kept a secret from everyone: Yes&lt;br /&gt;6. Had an imaginary friend: Yes, its name was dinky&lt;br /&gt;7. Cried during a Movie: Yea&lt;br /&gt;8. Had a crush on a teacher: Hell No&lt;br /&gt;9. Ever thought an animated character was fit?: WOLVERINE!&lt;br /&gt;10. Been on stage: yeeaa&lt;br /&gt;11. Cut your own hair?: NEVER EVER considered it. EVER&lt;br /&gt;————Favourites————–&lt;br /&gt;12. Colour[s]: white&amp;black&lt;br /&gt;Day/Night: Day, I like the sun&lt;br /&gt;14. Summer/Winter: Winter, its the novelty of snow.&lt;br /&gt;15.Cartoon Character: SPONGEBOB, PATRICK, TIMMY TURNER!&lt;br /&gt;16. Fave Food: Italian. &lt;br /&gt;17. Fave Advert: The dove one. "I can see your TRUE COLOURS shining though..." or The Nokia one.&lt;br /&gt;18. Fave Ice Cream: ISLAND CREMERY BANANA/ BEN&amp;JERRYS COOKIE DOUGH&lt;br /&gt;19. Fave Subject: uh, Bio?&lt;br /&gt;20. Fave Persons to talk to: My imaginary friend. &lt;br /&gt;21. Fave Actor/Actress: No idea whats so every&lt;br /&gt;————Right now————–&lt;br /&gt;22.Wearing: Red Bule T-shirt + Paul Frank Pyjamas Pants&lt;br /&gt;23. my hair is: brownish black&lt;br /&gt;24. feeling: Kinda of Screamo, slighty physcothic. (hahahah)&lt;br /&gt;25. Eating: Air&lt;br /&gt;26. Drinking: my own saliva&lt;br /&gt;27. Thinking about: Population Pyramids&lt;br /&gt;28. cried: On Saturday, laughing waayyyy to hard&lt;br /&gt;29..Worn a skirt: Last, last year?&lt;br /&gt;30. Met someone new: December Camp?&lt;br /&gt;31. Cleaned your room: when I am forced to&lt;br /&gt;32. Done laundry: Missions.&lt;br /&gt;33. Drove a car: D-A-Y-T-O-N-A&lt;br /&gt;————–DO YOU BELIEVE IN————&lt;br /&gt;34. Yourself: YYEEAA&lt;br /&gt;35. Your friends: 'Cept those sneakkyyy ones (shifty eyes)&lt;br /&gt;36. Santa claus: Fat dude with a beard? maybe&lt;br /&gt;37. Tooth Fairy: oohhh free money&lt;br /&gt;38. Angels: YUP :D&lt;br /&gt;39. Devils: EEEYYUUUR EEVVIIILLL but yea&lt;br /&gt;40. UFO’s: Ultra Freaky Otters, yea I believe in them&lt;br /&gt;—————–FRIENDS AND LIFE—————-&lt;br /&gt;41. Like anyone?: YES! My mummy, my daddy, magic etc etc&lt;br /&gt;42. Who’s the loudest: loudest?&lt;br /&gt;43. Who’s the weirdest: people call me weird :/&lt;br /&gt;44. Who do you go to for advice: My imagingary friend. Okay not really&lt;br /&gt;45. Who do you cry to? my pillow&lt;br /&gt;46. When did you cry the most: When I laugh&lt;br /&gt;47. Worst feeling? When I cant find God&lt;br /&gt;48. Who do u like? My Imaginary Friend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My emo shizzles, makes me out to sound like some attention deprived kid, which I dont exactly want to be. &lt;br /&gt;But, I think even when I am feeling really strangely emo, I dont really sound it. &lt;br /&gt;Its complicated I suppose. &lt;br /&gt;I dont like people freaking out all because I am feeling down or any shit like that. &lt;br /&gt;Its not fair, but its fun to whine along with each other. (ahem chloe)&lt;br /&gt;I am freaking out because so many of my family memebers are in Hospital, its really freaky. &lt;br /&gt;All blood related issues, kind of makes you think about how fragil life is, like this itsy-bitsy inbalance and everything is just really screwed up. &lt;br /&gt;So they are stuck in hospital unable to go anywhere. &lt;br /&gt;I sort of makes you value freedom too, the ability to go whereever you want (to a certain extent) is really a previlage.&lt;br /&gt;What do I do with it? Run around and do pointless things &lt;br /&gt;Okay I dont really know what I am talking about no more. &lt;br /&gt;I have no idea but my mind feels like a jumbled up junk yard of thoughts that I cannot seem to string together. &lt;br /&gt;Nothing seems to be linking up, kind of like I am running around in circles before banging into a wall. &lt;br /&gt;Its just a strange feeling I am having now, like your stuck in a rut and when you get up, someone comes along and pushes you back in. &lt;br /&gt;This on going thing, which never seems to want to end.&lt;br /&gt;'Becky Stay down there, its where you belong'&lt;br /&gt;Yea, maybe I will stay there, its tiring trying to get up all the time. &lt;br /&gt;Push me back and forth, telling me that I SHOULD do this or that. &lt;br /&gt;I am sorry but I do not always know the answers.&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could just forget it all. &lt;br /&gt;Because I really do not know what to do. &lt;br /&gt;PHYSICS PRAC TOMORROW IS THE BANE OF MY EXSISTENCE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Last night I had a really sweet dream. &lt;br /&gt;Because You were in it. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23040803-117068187104530945?l=shotdown-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shotdown-.blogspot.com/feeds/117068187104530945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23040803&amp;postID=117068187104530945' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23040803/posts/default/117068187104530945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23040803/posts/default/117068187104530945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shotdown-.blogspot.com/2007/02/i-am-really-going-slightly-mad-right.html' title=''/><author><name>beck doodle has left town</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10797450531750187432</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-23040803.post-117059452422078120</id><published>2007-02-04T20:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-04T21:08:45.863+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yesterday was really very tiringly fun. &lt;br /&gt;Met up with Chloe to shop kind of early and got into a cab with  a really grumpy uncle. &lt;br /&gt;We got to my uncles place and watched LION KING. &lt;br /&gt;That show is like the ultimate bestest best show of all time. &lt;br /&gt;Anyway played lots of mahjong and sang lots of karoke. &lt;br /&gt;Watched Scary movie 3 which was so very retarded. &lt;br /&gt;I hope all 12 of you had lots and lots of fun just hanging out. &lt;br /&gt;Now for pictures (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4738/295/1600/919673/CIMG0096.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4738/295/320/808057/CIMG0096.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;8 pizzas, lots of sausages and weird tasting drinks ( look at Adele)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4738/295/1600/377710/CIMG0100.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4738/295/320/352572/CIMG0100.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Beulah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4738/295/1600/8269/CIMG0143.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4738/295/320/34185/CIMG0143.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; MAHJONG IS DA BOMB. Raina looks very taitai-ish&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4738/295/1600/976052/CIMG0114.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4738/295/320/750795/CIMG0114.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Celine/Beulah/Izzy/Chloe/Becky. In the middle of ScaryMovie3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4738/295/1600/10925/CIMG0132.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4738/295/320/992198/CIMG0132.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jia, is just so. queer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4738/295/1600/205985/CIMG0130.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4738/295/320/40893/CIMG0130.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Attach of evil clippy thing.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cannot post the other photos, they are detrimental to my reputation. &lt;br /&gt;ESPECIALLY the apron one. &lt;br /&gt;I could put Chloe's one up but i realised its abit, well evil&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23040803-117059452422078120?l=shotdown-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shotdown-.blogspot.com/feeds/117059452422078120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23040803&amp;postID=117059452422078120' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23040803/posts/default/117059452422078120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23040803/posts/default/117059452422078120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shotdown-.blogspot.com/2007/02/yesterday-was-really-very-tiringly-fun.html' title=''/><author><name>beck doodle has left town</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10797450531750187432</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-23040803.post-117025435286581536</id><published>2007-01-31T22:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-31T22:39:14.696+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4738/295/1600/570953/CIMG0085.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 0px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4738/295/320/986632/CIMG0085.jpg" border=none alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sweet 16, totallyfunky. &lt;br /&gt;Today I woke up feeling not very different from 15, &lt;br /&gt;but its cool, I have walked this Earth for 16 years. &lt;br /&gt;Every single day a blessing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to everyone who wished me happy birthday one way or the other. &lt;br /&gt;It was really nice/sweet of you all :D&lt;br /&gt;I am kinda lazy to type out all the names. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got to school today only to be greeted COLDLY by Izzy and Chloe. &lt;br /&gt;Retard girls. &lt;br /&gt;Anyway went for duty, when I came back I was asked to go to the toilet.&lt;br /&gt;Along the way walking along the science blocks, I see Beulah pop out her retarded head and she started singing 'Happy Birthday'. &lt;br /&gt;Thinking I was safe continnued walking, only to be scared once again by Raina and freaky 'Happy Birthday' Singing. &lt;br /&gt;I get smarter okay, the toilet looked normal, so I went in, only to find Izzy and Adele burst forth from the smelly cubicals screaming 'HAPPY BIRTHDAY'. &lt;br /&gt;Freaky toilet surprise, its quite apt that they surprise me in the toilet since they practically live there. &lt;br /&gt;So yes thanks for the really strange toilet surprise. &lt;br /&gt;I was a happy child going on with school, until I had to go the office to call my mum(since all the stupid pays phones decided to die) not to pick me up. &lt;br /&gt;Which was so highly embarassing. &lt;br /&gt;Imagine. &lt;br /&gt;Me: uuhhh Hi Mummy, don't come pick me up today okay, I have uh uhmm a er er PROJECT, with UHHMM my classmates. &lt;br /&gt;right infront of the admin lady, awkward I say. &lt;br /&gt;Anyway Izzy sat on me outside the toilet on our 2nd excursion during Bio. &lt;br /&gt;It was so painful and she smashed the retard dustbin lid in my face. &lt;br /&gt;A noteable event before that was Izzy using Chloe's USED oil blotter to blot her face. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a really great lunch with Izzy, Chloe and Raina. Sitting around and just laughing at free bread and all sorts of strange things. &lt;br /&gt;Oh yes neoprints was certainly an experience. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grown another year, makes me feel old, &lt;br /&gt;I dont feel old. &lt;br /&gt;I kind of want to be a kid but NO I AM NOT CHILDISH. &lt;br /&gt;This year is going to be particulary hard, I sense. &lt;br /&gt;Now there is next years birthday to look forward to (:&lt;br /&gt;Also there is this Saturday, which is going to be DA BOMB.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23040803-117025435286581536?l=shotdown-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shotdown-.blogspot.com/feeds/117025435286581536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23040803&amp;postID=117025435286581536' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23040803/posts/default/117025435286581536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23040803/posts/default/117025435286581536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shotdown-.blogspot.com/2007/01/sweet-16-totallyfunky.html' title=''/><author><name>beck doodle has left town</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10797450531750187432</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-23040803.post-117015486090837636</id><published>2007-01-30T18:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-30T20:55:53.070+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Word Association(s)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;DarkestStar_Surveys&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;01. The Phantom of the Opera:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE PHANTOM OF THE OPEERRAAA IS HEEERRREEE! (add in dramatic music)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;02. Power:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gee-oh-dee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;03. Photograph:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little paper memories&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;04. Download:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;music&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;05. Purse:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prune.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;06. Paperweight:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The retard Santa rock&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;07. Mirror:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mirror.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;08. Speakers:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;inMotions!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;09. DVD:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pirated&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;010. Hairband:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;011. Gothic:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eyeliner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;012. Church:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JESUS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;013. Wrapper:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PRESENTS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;014. Tree:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;climable thing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;015. Afterlife:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heaven&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;016. Colour:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;white&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;017. King:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;018. Michael Jackson:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pervert&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;019. Hairspray:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smelly thing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;020. Sing:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Songs from the Bedroom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;021. Feet:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smelly thing &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;022. Cold:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;023. Wardrobe:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clothes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;024. Ipod:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life-saver&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;025. Opera:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Glass shattering&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;026. Postcard:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kiasu grabbing of postcards from those stands&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;027. Mountain:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More than 600m&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;028. Quilt:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cooommfffyy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;029. Eyeshadow:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something I dont wear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;030. Cat:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MAO MAO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;031. Caribbean:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PIRATE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;032. Earrings:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;033. Pineapple:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cramp causing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;034. Smoothie:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BANANA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;035. Toothpaste:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Minty fresh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;036. France:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hotstuff&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;037. Monarchy:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prince Harry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;038. Red:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Period.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;039. Loser:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHLOE TINGALINGALING&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;040. Tape:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;masking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;041. Keys:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lock?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;042. Brunette:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bread&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;043. Apartment:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something with 4 walls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;044. Clogs:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No.1 weapon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;045. Evening:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;046. Midnight:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;047. Grave:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dirt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;048. Heart:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right/left atrium&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;049. Dragon:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RAWWWRR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;050. Horse:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PRETTYY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;051. Cello tape:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CELLO? isnt that a instrument&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;052. Box:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cardboard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;053. Knowledge:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mugging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;054. Credit card:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KA-CHING&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;055. Medication:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drugs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;056. Ocean:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fishes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;057. Magazine:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reading in class&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;058. Flower:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ORCHID!! So craver&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;059. Road:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cement&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;060. Hurricane:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ISABEL CHIA SUFEN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get bored really fast.&lt;br /&gt;So yes random thing to keep me occupied &lt;br /&gt;Now its 7 o'clock show time :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes Chloe, I cannot tag your board. &lt;br /&gt;I HATE YOU FOR PUTTING THOSE PICTURES UP &lt;br /&gt;WHAT ARE YOU THINKING YOUR MORON DINKY BUTT!&lt;br /&gt;LIKE DOOOODD!!&lt;br /&gt;Abit more glamorous would have been nice :D&lt;br /&gt;Hahahah!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23040803-117015486090837636?l=shotdown-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shotdown-.blogspot.com/feeds/117015486090837636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23040803&amp;postID=117015486090837636' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23040803/posts/default/117015486090837636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23040803/posts/default/117015486090837636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shotdown-.blogspot.com/2007/01/word-associations-darkeststarsurveys.html' title=''/><author><name>beck doodle has left town</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10797450531750187432</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-23040803.post-116999209274823007</id><published>2007-01-28T21:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-28T21:48:14.243+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4738/295/1600/638175/CIMG0079.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 0px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4738/295/320/71940/CIMG0079.jpg" border=none alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;I think we look alike&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like a carnivore, I think me and choey ate more than a kg of meat yesterday. &lt;br /&gt;Seoul Garden is so amazingly crazy. &lt;br /&gt;Anyway cool I suppose.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23040803-116999209274823007?l=shotdown-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shotdown-.blogspot.com/feeds/116999209274823007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23040803&amp;postID=116999209274823007' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23040803/posts/default/116999209274823007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23040803/posts/default/116999209274823007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shotdown-.blogspot.com/2007/01/i-think-we-look-alike-i-feel-like.html' title=''/><author><name>beck doodle has left town</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10797450531750187432</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-23040803.post-116955666303906147</id><published>2007-01-23T20:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-23T22:10:59.286+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>MSN pisses me off, keeps logging off without my permissions &lt;br /&gt;I really hate my internet sometimes. &lt;br /&gt;Anyway I feel really moronic cos I had a chilli padi stuck in my braces for the past half hour, &lt;br /&gt;I did not know and now my cheek feels like its burning. &lt;br /&gt;Anyway if ANYONE at all knows a Science Research Board/ Institutional Research Board, PLEASE TELL ME. &lt;br /&gt;I could like die right now, these boards are so obscure, I just cannot imagine a bunch of professors sitting around vetting researches. &lt;br /&gt;I ask myself why doesn't SP have one either, its so unfair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Have I told you about the tension of opposites?" he says.&lt;br /&gt;The tension of opposites?&lt;br /&gt;"Life is a series of pull backs and forth. You want to do one thing, but you are bound to do something else. Something hurts you, yet you know it shouldn't. You take certain things for granted, even when you know you should never take anything for granted."&lt;br /&gt;"A tension of opposites, like a pull on a rubber band. And most of us live somewhere in the middle."&lt;br /&gt;Sounds like a wrestling match I say. &lt;br /&gt;"A wrestling match." He laughs. "Yes, you could describe life that way."&lt;br /&gt;So which side wins, I ask?&lt;br /&gt;"Which side wins?"&lt;br /&gt;He smiles at me, the crinkled eyes, the crooked teeth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Love wins. Love always wins."&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesdays with Morrie&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ask myself, who am I wrestling against, because I am losing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23040803-116955666303906147?l=shotdown-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shotdown-.blogspot.com/feeds/116955666303906147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23040803&amp;postID=116955666303906147' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23040803/posts/default/116955666303906147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23040803/posts/default/116955666303906147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shotdown-.blogspot.com/2007/01/msn-pisses-me-off-keeps-logging-off.html' title=''/><author><name>beck doodle has left town</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10797450531750187432</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-23040803.post-116945456809768749</id><published>2007-01-22T16:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-22T16:40:53.856+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4738/295/1600/203580/z54001830-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 0px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4738/295/320/73410/z54001830-1.jpg" border=none alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its a strange mood I am in, &lt;br /&gt;I can't really describe it. &lt;br /&gt;Its like 'I'm-irritated-with-the-world" sort of feeling, &lt;br /&gt;yet not exactly. &lt;br /&gt;I hate not being able to decide how I feel, its kinda fustrating. &lt;br /&gt;Maybe I am feeling pensive, too many things to think about. &lt;br /&gt;It eats you up from the inside. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School, is bearable. I suppose. &lt;br /&gt;Its just so mundane. Life is mundane. &lt;br /&gt;Anyway, little up and down moments. &lt;br /&gt;Like how today I went pretty much kind of high during the last 2 periods. &lt;br /&gt;Discussing about JCs, Goong-S, Sev7en (I forgot where the 7 should appear). &lt;br /&gt;Adele went like mad and started day-dreaming about him. &lt;br /&gt;ThankGod Emath was slack. Probability, its like wonderfully amusing. &lt;br /&gt;Especially with the bad bad jokes&lt;br /&gt;Becky: Its so retarded why they keep on using dice in their question.&lt;br /&gt;Chloe: Because its MIND BOGGLING. &lt;br /&gt;(stunned silence)&lt;br /&gt;Chloe: Don't you get it. MIND BOGGLING. &lt;br /&gt;Becky&amp;Chloe: HAHAHAHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;Okay it does not really sound funny right now, maybe it was the moment. &lt;br /&gt;I think thats what makes it a bad joke. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am reading through some of my old posts, from 2004. &lt;br /&gt;Seems really long ago, even if it was just 2 years. &lt;br /&gt;I am wondering if I would look back when I am J2, to these posts that I am writing now and think once again. &lt;br /&gt;Somehow I find myself really naive, even if I am just a mere 2 years older (nearly).&lt;br /&gt;Its like life was just black and white and well easy?&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I think I was that?&lt;br /&gt;Cool stuff. &lt;br /&gt;I suppose I have grown. &lt;br /&gt;I feel kind of sad I am riding so very little now a days. &lt;br /&gt;I miss jumping ):&lt;br /&gt;its kinda like you look longingly at the course. &lt;br /&gt;Ohwell, my mother refuses to let me take the risk, &lt;br /&gt;in case I fall off the horse break my arm, crack my head&lt;br /&gt;as a result fail my exams. &lt;br /&gt;NEXT YEAR! I will ride more. &lt;br /&gt;In so many of my posts, I talk about these horses, Bobby, Big Red, Wanna, Albert, Loco&amp;duck. &lt;br /&gt;They are all kind of strange and quirky, &lt;br /&gt;but now I miss them, now that they are gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realised this post is really pointless and boring, &lt;br /&gt;I shall not bore you any longer with my life.&lt;br /&gt;Years go by really fast, this one is just going to be harder than the rest. &lt;br /&gt;Just hope I can keep my head above everything.&lt;br /&gt;Also reminding myself that I should be filled with the joy of the Lord, not being happy. &lt;br /&gt;It does not last. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt; Sometimes I wish I could press fast-forward and skip to the good parts&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23040803-116945456809768749?l=shotdown-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shotdown-.blogspot.com/feeds/116945456809768749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23040803&amp;postID=116945456809768749' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23040803/posts/default/116945456809768749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23040803/posts/default/116945456809768749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shotdown-.blogspot.com/2007/01/its-strange-mood-i-am-in-i-cant-really.html' title=''/><author><name>beck doodle has left town</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10797450531750187432</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-23040803.post-116913141678792803</id><published>2007-01-18T22:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-18T22:43:37.290+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I feel like some idiot,&lt;br /&gt;I have been cracking my brains for the past 15 minutes trying to figure out why my camera refuses to contect to my silly computer, &lt;br /&gt;I just realised I plugged in the wrong USB thing. &lt;br /&gt;I am happy now, at least I managed to upload pictures :D&lt;br /&gt;I am in a whiney mood, so I will whine about all the things that has been irking me, before I go berserk like I did today. &lt;br /&gt;Sorry Izzy&amp;Chloe, it was just a pissyfying moment, especially what the stupid science center woman is doing to us. &lt;br /&gt;So, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. STUPID SCIENCE CENTER WOMAN, NEEDS THAT STUPID FORM THAT SHE TOLD US WE DID NOT GET SIGNED. HOW THE POONNNGG AM I GOING TO FIND A WHOLE BOARD OF SCIENCTIST NOW JUST WILLING TO SIGN OUT DAM FORM TO APPROVE OUR EXPERIMENT, WHICH IN FACT HAS ALREADY BEEN APPROVED SINCE WE ALREADY GOT A DISTNICTION IN A FAIR ALREADY. GWAD! I DONT EVEN KNOW WHERE TO FIND A BOARD OF SCIENCTIST AS A MATTER OF FACT. IF WE ARE DISQUALIFIED I WILL LIKE JUMP OF A CLIFF (if singapore has one) AND LIKE BOYCOTT SCIENCE CENTER FOR THE REST OF MY LIFE, ESPECIALLY WHEN WE HAD TO WORK OUR ASSES OF THE FIND SO MUCH DOG/CAT/HUMAN SNOT. THIS IS UNFAIR. *#&amp;^$*&amp;^@# &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I look like dracula thanks to the many new rubber bands in my mouth, taking away my right of yawning and chewing and burping and opening my mouth too wide. It hurts so shitass much, I dont actually feel like talking to anyone. All I go all day is 'uhhmmm' Now i talk like I have some marshmallow stuffed in my mouth permenantly or like I am playing fuzzy bunny all day long. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. LADY IN RED LIKE SERIOUSLY RAWR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay now that thats, &lt;br /&gt;Its Wentworth MIller time :D&lt;br /&gt;While i eat chocolate and binge about how sucky life is right now. &lt;br /&gt;ARGH I DONT WANT TO BE DISQUALIFIED, &lt;br /&gt;especially because of a stupid form. &lt;br /&gt;Okay Becky CHILL. CHILL. &lt;br /&gt;Its not the end of the world. &lt;br /&gt;WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT&lt;br /&gt;ARGH! IT IS THE END OF THE WORLD. &lt;br /&gt;For this project you most probably contracted MRSA and are going to die from it. &lt;br /&gt;That was a retarded monolouge or however you spell it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WANT SOME FRIKEN. &lt;br /&gt;Thank you very much. &lt;br /&gt;Argh&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23040803-116913141678792803?l=shotdown-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shotdown-.blogspot.com/feeds/116913141678792803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23040803&amp;postID=116913141678792803' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23040803/posts/default/116913141678792803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23040803/posts/default/116913141678792803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shotdown-.blogspot.com/2007/01/i-feel-like-some-idiot-i-have-been.html' title=''/><author><name>beck doodle has left town</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10797450531750187432</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-23040803.post-116886728751550831</id><published>2007-01-15T21:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-15T21:21:27.950+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;1) How old do you wish you were?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15, its cool. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;2) Where were you when 9/11 happened?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sleeping I presume&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;3) What do you do when vending machines steal your money?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kick it and walk off, reminding myself never to use vending machines again, for they are evil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;4) Do you consider yourself kind?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what do you think&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;5) If you had to get a tattoo, where would it be?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Across my forehead&amp; it'll say 'I am a moron.'&lt;br /&gt;This also means I will not ever, get a tattoo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) If you could be fluent in any other language, what would it be?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;French. Find some sexy french dude. :D&lt;br /&gt;Or Italian. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) Do you know your neighbours?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) What do you consider a vacation?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt; leaving 'reality' behind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9) Do you follow your horoscope?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10) Would you move for the person you love?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;even if  like someone I would have to move, I need to eat and all. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11) Are you touchy feely?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly, I think about centipedes. Scary feelers. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12) Do you believe that opposites attract?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea, like you know magnets, north pole attracts south pole?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13) Dream job?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doctor. Cliche, but yes, a doctor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14) Favourite tv channels?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NICKOLODEAN! (is that how you spell it?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15) Favourite place to go on weekends?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Church (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16) Showers or baths?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Showers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17) Do you paint your nails?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mum does it for me when she feels bored. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18) Do you trust people easily? &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oooohhh sneaky&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19) What are your phobias?&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Izzy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20) Do you want kids? &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hell, yea. Cutestuff. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21) Do you keep a handwritten journal?&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Yea, its hidden, dont try to find it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22) Where would you rather be now?&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br /&gt;MaeYoi, ChiangMai&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23) Who makes you warm and fuzzy?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuzzy Wuzzy!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24) Heavy or light sleeper? &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heavy &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25) Are you paranoid?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26) Are you impatient?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27) Who can you relate to? &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My imaginary friend, its call hokey. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28) How do you feel about interracial couples?&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Whats that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29) Have you been burned by love? &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been burned by other things, like hot soup for instance, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30) What's your pick-up line?&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br /&gt;uhm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31) What's your main ringtone on your mobile?&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Silence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32) What were you doing at midnight last night?&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Discussing with my mother how I need a new blanket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33) What did the last text on your mobile say?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something to the effect of " I am not a prat"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34) Whose bed did you sleep in last night?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mothers, I was cold. So I chased my dad off the bed when I tried to sleep in between them. &lt;br /&gt;Its a only child thing, but i realised, that I am too big for that so I kicked my dad off. &lt;br /&gt;The warm comforter is everything. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35) What colour shirt are you wearing?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;White!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36) Most recent movie you watched?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uh, I cannot remember "Night at the Musuem" ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37) Name three things you have on at all times.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Underwear, glasses and some garment of sorts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38) Name any three people who can make you laugh.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Izzy, Chloe&amp; Beu. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39) How much cash do you have right now?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cannot disclose this. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40) What's your favourite part of the chicken?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dunno, the head?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41) What's your favourite town/city?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paris/ChiangMai/Venice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;42) I can't wait till:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The BigO is over and done with&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;43) What did you have for dinner last night?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;44) How tall are you barefoot?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;165cm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;45) Do you own a gun?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;46) What do you prefer to drink in the morning?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Water&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;47) Where do you think you'll be in 10 years?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On some remote island, drinking out of coconuts. Yeaa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;48) Last thing you ate?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;49) What songs do you sing in the shower?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm Singing in the Rain"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;50) Last thing that made you laugh?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listening to random jokes by a moron&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;51) Worst injury you ever had?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cant really decide, its either the breaking of my 4 teeth, dislocating my hips OR falling into a cactus. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;52) Does someone have a crush on you?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beats me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;53) What's your favourite candy?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OHOHOH!! I KNOW!&lt;br /&gt;GUMMIES :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;54) What song do you want played at your funeral?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"In Christ Alone"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;55) Eight people to do this?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ITS KOREAN DRAMA TIME!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was really bored and I needed to amuse myself :)&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I have this sudden thing for questionares. &lt;br /&gt;Its kinda fun. &lt;br /&gt;Anyway, KOREAN DRAMA!!!&lt;br /&gt;utter bliss.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23040803-116886728751550831?l=shotdown-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shotdown-.blogspot.com/feeds/116886728751550831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23040803&amp;postID=116886728751550831' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23040803/posts/default/116886728751550831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23040803/posts/default/116886728751550831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shotdown-.blogspot.com/2007/01/1-how-old-do-you-wish-you-were-15-its.html' title=''/><author><name>beck doodle has left town</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10797450531750187432</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-23040803.post-116866047322313640</id><published>2007-01-13T11:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-13T11:54:33.696+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Read over these questions, if anything here has happened to you.Put an X for each that is true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] Gum has fallen out of your mouth while you were talking.&lt;br /&gt;[x] Gum has fallen out of your mouth while you were NOT talking.&lt;br /&gt;[x] You have ran into a glass/screen door.&lt;br /&gt;[x] You have jumped out of a moving vehicle.&lt;br /&gt;[x] You have thought of something funny and laughed, then people gave you weird looks.&lt;br /&gt;[x] You have ran into a tree/bush.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You know that it IS possible tolick your elbow.&lt;br /&gt;[x] You have tried to lick your elbow.&lt;br /&gt;[x] You never knew that the Alphabet and Twinkle Twinkle Little Star have the same rhythm.&lt;br /&gt;[x] You just tried to sing them.&lt;br /&gt;[x] You have tripped on your shoelace and fallen.&lt;br /&gt;[x] You have choked on your own spit.&lt;br /&gt;[x] You have seen the Matrix and still don't get it.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You've never seen the Matrix.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You type only with two fingers.&lt;br /&gt;[x] You have accidentally caught something on fire.&lt;br /&gt;[x] You tried to drink out of a straw, but it went into your nose/eyes.&lt;br /&gt;[x] You have caught yourself drooling.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You have fallen asleep in class and started to talk/drool, or snore&lt;br /&gt;[ ] If someone says "fart" you laugh.&lt;br /&gt;[x] Sometimes you just stop thinking.&lt;br /&gt;[x]You are telling a story and forget what you were talking about.&lt;br /&gt;[x] People often shake their heads and walk away from you.&lt;br /&gt;[ ]You are often told to use your "inside voice".&lt;br /&gt;[x] You use your fingers to do simple math.&lt;br /&gt;[x] You have eaten a bug.&lt;br /&gt;[x] You are taking this test when you should be doing something more important.&lt;br /&gt;[x] You have put your clothes on backwards or inside out, and didn't realize it.&lt;br /&gt;[x] You've looked all over for something and realized it was in your hand.&lt;br /&gt;[ ] You ran around naked in your house. &lt;br /&gt;[ ]You break a lot of things.&lt;br /&gt;[x]You tilt your head when you're confused.&lt;br /&gt;[x]You have fallen out of your chair before.&lt;br /&gt;[x] When you're lying in bed, you try to find pictures in the texture on the ceiling.&lt;br /&gt;[x] The word "ummmmm" is used many times a day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOW, take that number and multiply it by 3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;81% stupid. &lt;br /&gt;Thats an improvement :D&lt;br /&gt;I am not stupid, just different. &lt;br /&gt;I laugh at myself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23040803-116866047322313640?l=shotdown-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shotdown-.blogspot.com/feeds/116866047322313640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23040803&amp;postID=116866047322313640' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23040803/posts/default/116866047322313640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23040803/posts/default/116866047322313640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shotdown-.blogspot.com/2007/01/read-over-these-questions-if-anything.html' title=''/><author><name>beck doodle has left town</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10797450531750187432</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-23040803.post-116850563369038177</id><published>2007-01-11T16:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-11T17:02:36.996+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4738/295/1600/55605/eb89307e.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 0px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4738/295/320/624106/eb89307e.jpg" border=none alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Apostles Creed&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe in God, the Father Almight, &lt;br /&gt;creator of heaven and earth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe in Jesus Christ, his one and only son, our Lord, &lt;br /&gt;who was conceived by the Holy Spirit,&lt;br /&gt;born of the Virgin Mary, &lt;br /&gt;suffered under Pontius Pilate, &lt;br /&gt;was crucified, died amd was biried;&lt;br /&gt;he descended to the dead. &lt;br /&gt;On the third day, he rose again;&lt;br /&gt;he ascended into heaven,&lt;br /&gt;is seated on the right hand of the Father, &lt;br /&gt;and will come again to judge the living and the dead. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I believe in the Holy Spirit, &lt;br /&gt;the holy church, &lt;br /&gt;the communion of saints, &lt;br /&gt;the forgiveness of sins, &lt;br /&gt;the resurrection of the body, &lt;br /&gt;and life everlasting. Amen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that is why I am special, &lt;br /&gt;because I met Jesus&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23040803-116850563369038177?l=shotdown-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shotdown-.blogspot.com/feeds/116850563369038177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23040803&amp;postID=116850563369038177' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23040803/posts/default/116850563369038177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23040803/posts/default/116850563369038177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shotdown-.blogspot.com/2007/01/apostles-creed-i-believe-in-god-father.html' title=''/><author><name>beck doodle has left town</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10797450531750187432</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-23040803.post-116834148797497639</id><published>2007-01-09T19:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-09T19:18:08.200+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4738/295/1600/538005/eb892cac.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 0px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4738/295/320/146299/eb892cac.jpg" border=none alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;Hello, I miss you quite terribly&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I was back in Thailand, when O levels was so far away. &lt;br /&gt;Now prelims are counted and midyears start in April. &lt;br /&gt;Its all too awfully fast. &lt;br /&gt;Random panic attacks is so not my cup of tea. &lt;br /&gt;At this point of time there ins't much light at the end of the tunnel. &lt;br /&gt;I hate this feeling. &lt;br /&gt;Anyway, it will come and go soon. I hope. &lt;br /&gt;Yet these feelings of self-doubt come in. &lt;br /&gt;Its draining. &lt;br /&gt;Anyway, have I mentioned how much I love 4s?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to blog about my strange, eccentric, new math tutor. &lt;br /&gt;However, energy suddenly left my body and I am feeling really really sian. &lt;br /&gt;Ohwell, life is just a bore right now. &lt;br /&gt;I exsist on one word: Studying.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23040803-116834148797497639?l=shotdown-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shotdown-.blogspot.com/feeds/116834148797497639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23040803&amp;postID=116834148797497639' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23040803/posts/default/116834148797497639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23040803/posts/default/116834148797497639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shotdown-.blogspot.com/2007/01/hello-i-miss-you-quite-terribly-i-wish.html' title=''/><author><name>beck doodle has left town</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10797450531750187432</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-23040803.post-116798999703554236</id><published>2007-01-05T17:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-05T17:55:17.513+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4738/295/1600/220735/Photo%20319.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 0px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4738/295/320/806974/Photo%20319.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Izzy just left my place for tuition, &lt;br /&gt;It was a fun day, I am having a bad bad sore throat. &lt;br /&gt;I feel all happy now because I got my valentine's day present settled fro the 12-of-us. &lt;br /&gt;It is going to take forever to get done, but oh well. &lt;br /&gt;It shall be so mega cool. &lt;br /&gt;School has not been such a hugh mega drag, &lt;b&gt;yet.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There has been all these talks about expectations etc. &lt;br /&gt;Its really quite daunting to realise all these things would be upon us really very soon. &lt;br /&gt;However, happy point is that school ends at 140pm now, it almost feels like Primary school!&lt;br /&gt;Still, I pray that God leads me through this whole year&lt;br /&gt;Cell later :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH YES, I GREW 1 CM!&lt;br /&gt;I GREW! I GREW! YAY!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23040803-116798999703554236?l=shotdown-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shotdown-.blogspot.com/feeds/116798999703554236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23040803&amp;postID=116798999703554236' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23040803/posts/default/116798999703554236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23040803/posts/default/116798999703554236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shotdown-.blogspot.com/2007/01/izzy-just-left-my-place-for-tuition-it.html' title=''/><author><name>beck doodle has left town</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10797450531750187432</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-23040803.post-116773091142158009</id><published>2007-01-02T17:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-02T17:41:52.466+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4738/295/1600/440367/CIMG0013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 0px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4738/295/320/201041/CIMG0013.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just found the whole stack of notes that Stacey, Tammy and I wrote and passed in class when we were P6. &lt;br /&gt;Let me just say, it is so embarrassing. &lt;br /&gt;I cannot believe I said that/thought that. &lt;br /&gt;If anyone finds it I am going to just DIE. &lt;br /&gt;Hear me DIE. &lt;br /&gt;Anyway I have grown up much from that stage. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My last year in MGS starts tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23040803-116773091142158009?l=shotdown-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shotdown-.blogspot.com/feeds/116773091142158009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23040803&amp;postID=116773091142158009' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23040803/posts/default/116773091142158009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23040803/posts/default/116773091142158009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shotdown-.blogspot.com/2007/01/i-just-found-whole-stack-of-notes-that.html' title=''/><author><name>beck doodle has left town</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10797450531750187432</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-23040803.post-116766045229689127</id><published>2007-01-01T22:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-02T00:37:38.116+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I hate 2007 already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I feel slightly happier :D&lt;br /&gt;Izzy called and I realised how very much I missed her. &lt;br /&gt;She made me laugh with her stupid anthics. &lt;br /&gt;Like how she suddenly went 'oooo topless'&lt;br /&gt;People like her make me smile&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23040803-116766045229689127?l=shotdown-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shotdown-.blogspot.com/feeds/116766045229689127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23040803&amp;postID=116766045229689127' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23040803/posts/default/116766045229689127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23040803/posts/default/116766045229689127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shotdown-.blogspot.com/2007/01/i-hate-2007-already.html' title=''/><author><name>beck doodle has left town</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10797450531750187432</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-23040803.post-116755713399252373</id><published>2006-12-31T16:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-31T17:25:34.510+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4738/295/1600/578047/CIMG0007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 0px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4738/295/320/137040/CIMG0007.jpg" border=none alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;We are strange, I know&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is the last day of 2006, last Sunday School 'lesson' by Hannah Wong. &lt;br /&gt;I am going to miss her lessons. &lt;br /&gt;At least, still get to see her teach during cell!&lt;br /&gt;This year has really been on fun-packed and exciting year. &lt;br /&gt;I do not really want it to end.&lt;br /&gt;Even with all the ups and downs, God blessed me this whole year, &lt;br /&gt;with new friends, stronger friendships, hardship, happy times. &lt;br /&gt;It was really great. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Throughout the year there was all these events that really impacted me. Better or worse. &lt;br /&gt;In January, I started the year in a class which I barely knew anyone. &lt;br /&gt;I dreaded the year, it was so scary. &lt;br /&gt;Still in the end I made this whole bunch of wonderful friends who have been so supportive throughout the year with the lame, retarded, lesbian -ness. &lt;br /&gt;I believe God put me in that class for a reason. &lt;br /&gt;I had a great 15th birthday too :D&lt;br /&gt;Febuary came and I struggled with upper secondary life, but it was a lesson well learnt. &lt;br /&gt;Along with the whole planning of March Camp, the fights, scandals and etc. &lt;br /&gt;March Camp was an experience, yes it was. &lt;br /&gt;Everyone getting on everybody's nerves. &lt;br /&gt;Yet I think we all learnt alot about ourselves. &lt;br /&gt;It was ultimately a fun camp. &lt;br /&gt;I think we all grew from this. &lt;br /&gt;April's fools, Faith got me. &lt;br /&gt;She was oh so proud of herself. &lt;br /&gt;It was seriously NOT FUNNY. &lt;br /&gt;I was so very freaked out. If you really were I would send your for serious conselling. &lt;br /&gt;There was also the debate finals which was really fun. &lt;br /&gt;May, I dont really remember anything. &lt;br /&gt;Other than having to help out at some ACS(Pri) christian camp. &lt;br /&gt;It was a living nightmare. Ohmytian. &lt;br /&gt;The evil scary kids, that were very very scary. &lt;br /&gt;With the exception of a few. &lt;br /&gt;June was fun. I got to go to Japan and eat great food.&lt;br /&gt;Also had camp with the sec4s, which was such a slack camp, but it was really fun. &lt;br /&gt;It was right after prefects' camp which was __________&lt;br /&gt;Had lots of things to do for SMP, which drived me insane.&lt;br /&gt;July came, it was when all the random chill out sessions at my place started. &lt;br /&gt;Accompanied with much camera whoring. &lt;br /&gt;Seoul Garden also was HILARIOUS. &lt;br /&gt;I think at that time I became insanely emo. &lt;br /&gt;Maybe because things were going downhill?&lt;br /&gt;August, Started panicking about exams. &lt;br /&gt;I do not know why. &lt;br /&gt;There was UltraViolet, do not think I forgot about the lard crayons. &lt;br /&gt;I remember them well. &lt;br /&gt;Very well infact. &lt;br /&gt;I also got my braces on. Hahaha&lt;br /&gt;September, all the birthdays combined in one party. &lt;br /&gt;It was insane. &lt;br /&gt;Had our Youth Science Convention. &lt;br /&gt;Got appreciated for all our WONDERFUL effort out into SMP.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, it felt great. &lt;br /&gt;All glory to God for that&lt;br /&gt;October. Two words: EXAMS, CONCERT&lt;br /&gt;Which sort of means LOTS&amp;LOTS of stress.&lt;br /&gt;November, UK SABBATICALS!&lt;br /&gt;Truckloads of fun. &lt;br /&gt;More holidays and just playing non-stop. &lt;br /&gt;December, Camp. Which was so indescribable. &lt;br /&gt;MIssions again to ChiangMai, which was so amazing. &lt;br /&gt;Because I got to see Thunder that cute little bundle of cutestuff. &lt;br /&gt;He is athletic, musically inclined(he sings well) and ADORABLE.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, christmas came and went. &lt;br /&gt;Now the year is over. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow it seems like I had alot of fun this year. &lt;br /&gt;Still, I learnt that God always has the upper hand in things. &lt;br /&gt;Its kind of cool how he has everything under control, no matter how bad things might be. &lt;br /&gt;Looking back on the year, everything has turned out okay even though at that time things seem so screwed up and shitty. &lt;br /&gt;I really pray and hope that God will lead me through next year, &lt;br /&gt;with the BigO looming not so far away, I need all the faith possible. &lt;br /&gt;He also put so many people in my life that I am so grateful for. &lt;br /&gt;However, I am lazy to do shoutouts for all of them. &lt;br /&gt;So yes Goodbye 2006. &lt;br /&gt;Hello 2007.&lt;br /&gt;Ohno.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23040803-116755713399252373?l=shotdown-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shotdown-.blogspot.com/feeds/116755713399252373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23040803&amp;postID=116755713399252373' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23040803/posts/default/116755713399252373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23040803/posts/default/116755713399252373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shotdown-.blogspot.com/2006/12/we-are-strange-i-know-today-is-last.html' title=''/><author><name>beck doodle has left town</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10797450531750187432</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-23040803.post-116747740143620501</id><published>2006-12-30T18:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-30T19:16:43.580+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am waiting for my parents to get ready,&lt;br /&gt;So I am rather bored right now. &lt;br /&gt;I am being forced to go for some dinner party thing&lt;br /&gt;and I cannot go for the lame movie marathon. &lt;br /&gt;I am really sorry if the whole thing got cancelled because of me. &lt;br /&gt;It would have been really fun, &lt;br /&gt;I shall console myself with the fact that she makes on kickass roast. &lt;br /&gt;Christmas has come and gone. I have to wait for another year till next christmas. &lt;br /&gt;It has been a really great and fun christmas.&lt;br /&gt;I still cannot do a Thunder update since my internet is being cranky. &lt;br /&gt;So I shall blog about random events. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boxing Day was quite pointless. &lt;br /&gt;Its supposed to be public holiday in the United Kingdom and Commonwealth Countries. &lt;br /&gt;I though we are part of the Commonwealth but we don't get a public holiday. &lt;br /&gt;Anyway, went out to buy stuff with the hangout group. &lt;br /&gt;We were so indecisive on what to do and ended up just sitting at NYDC. &lt;br /&gt;Went down to Quek's place, it was really amusing. &lt;br /&gt;Watching people dance DDR and with their really strange songs like Mr Wonderful and So Many Men. &lt;br /&gt;I got thrown into the pool, by I forgot who. &lt;br /&gt;The pool was insanely cold, I cannot remember how many times I got flung in though. &lt;br /&gt;To make things worse I was dropped 3 times on my back, on the edge of the pool, down the steps. &lt;br /&gt;It was painful. Yes it was. &lt;br /&gt;Suddenly towards the end someone brought out 'snow'?&lt;br /&gt;It made Quek's floor white, ohwell. &lt;br /&gt;Thanks for oragnising this party thing. I hope you liked the really cool pink shirt we got you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day(Thursday), I woke up without a voice. &lt;br /&gt;Thanks to all the screaming and all. &lt;br /&gt;Still, my mother dragged me out later in the day to get my digital camera, at the Isetan Sale. &lt;br /&gt;I was DYING in the Isetan Sale.&lt;br /&gt;To make matters worse my mother wanted to get a wok, in the home department.&lt;br /&gt;It was so crowded, noisy and stuffy. &lt;br /&gt;I was ran over by a whole stampede of Aunties rushing to watch the cooking demonstration which was also giving out free samples. &lt;br /&gt;That expains alot. &lt;br /&gt;Finally, after collecting our purchase we left that Aunty Heaven. &lt;br /&gt;I was kind of half expecting to see Faith pop out from somewhere. &lt;br /&gt;Anyway we went for dinner and went home. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, I woke up so amazingly late. &lt;br /&gt;I went down to THOMSON of all places to meet Faith and Raymond for Lunch. &lt;br /&gt;At least I got a nice wonderful treat. &lt;br /&gt;I was also extremely late since I got lost, &lt;br /&gt;I walked to Thomson Plaza and had to walk all the way back to Longhouse. &lt;br /&gt;It was like super tiring. &lt;br /&gt;Went with Faith to watch her get her hair cut and provide her with the emotional support. &lt;br /&gt;I had to endure the usual bombardment of 'Is my hair screwed up?' questions from Faith after. &lt;br /&gt;Thank God it was not screwed up, or i would have to endure that AND whining. &lt;br /&gt;We wanted to watch Charlotte's web, but nooo Yixian said it was gay. &lt;br /&gt;So we headed down to watch Confessions of Pain, some chinese show. &lt;br /&gt;Prash also wanted to watch even though it was a chinese show. &lt;br /&gt;Anyway we found out it was NC16, so we all could not watch except Yixian. &lt;br /&gt;I am 16 in a month! (hinthint)&lt;br /&gt;So as usual we hung around and did nothing. &lt;br /&gt;Choey, as usual was late since she went to collect T-shirts. &lt;br /&gt;We were on time for cell!(for once)&lt;br /&gt;Wait it was Incandesent. &lt;br /&gt;Somehow I could not really pay attention to anything. &lt;br /&gt;I really do not know why. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School is starting in 3 days and it sucks. &lt;br /&gt;I do not want to be Sec4. &lt;br /&gt;The pressure is going to kill me eventually. &lt;br /&gt;I just know it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23040803-116747740143620501?l=shotdown-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shotdown-.blogspot.com/feeds/116747740143620501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23040803&amp;postID=116747740143620501' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23040803/posts/default/116747740143620501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23040803/posts/default/116747740143620501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shotdown-.blogspot.com/2006/12/i-am-waiting-for-my-parents-to-get.html' title=''/><author><name>beck doodle has left town</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10797450531750187432</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-23040803.post-116697921764103464</id><published>2006-12-25T00:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-25T00:53:38.270+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;Happy Birthday Jesus (:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for coming down to Earth and giving all of us salvation, &lt;br /&gt;Today is really the ultimate birthday celebration. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I just came back from my family christmas gathering, &lt;br /&gt;where I spent the whole night playing MahJong, &lt;br /&gt;I actually won 6 bucks in one game :D&lt;br /&gt;Its cool okay, since my family is some pro mahjong family. &lt;br /&gt;My uncle picks up the card and knows what it is without looking at it. &lt;br /&gt;&amp; I kept losing at the silly stack the mahjong tiles game I was always too slow ):&lt;br /&gt;I am feeling really blessed right now, &lt;br /&gt;with all the presents, friends and family. &lt;br /&gt;Even though some of the presents were &lt;i&gt;interesting&lt;/i&gt; (stupid dumbdumbs) it was still really cool. &lt;br /&gt;I suppose?&lt;br /&gt;I am just wondering what the new year would bring, &lt;br /&gt;The challenges of 2007, meaning the big O.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning was a madcap frenzy of activities, &lt;br /&gt;frantically giving out presents, looking for people and well hanging out with everyone. &lt;br /&gt;I am going to miss having fun every single day when school re-opens really very soon. &lt;br /&gt;Its a horrible feeling. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I promise, I will have an entire post dedicated to Thunder soon. &lt;br /&gt;Teehee.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23040803-116697921764103464?l=shotdown-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shotdown-.blogspot.com/feeds/116697921764103464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23040803&amp;postID=116697921764103464' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23040803/posts/default/116697921764103464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23040803/posts/default/116697921764103464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shotdown-.blogspot.com/2006/12/happy-birthday-jesus-thanks-for-coming.html' title=''/><author><name>beck doodle has left town</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10797450531750187432</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-23040803.post-116661874216356324</id><published>2006-12-20T20:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-21T21:44:15.096+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4738/295/1600/255665/184232.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 0px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4738/295/320/278908/184232.jpg" border=none alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the highest of heights to the depths of the sea&lt;br /&gt;Creation's revealing Your majesty&lt;br /&gt;From the colors of fall to the fragrance of spring&lt;br /&gt;Every creature unique in the song that it sings&lt;br /&gt;All exclaiming&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Indescribable, uncontainable,&lt;br /&gt;You placed the stars in the sky and You know them by name.&lt;br /&gt;You are amazing God&lt;br /&gt;All powerful, untameable,&lt;br /&gt;Awestruck we fall to our knees as we humbly proclaim&lt;br /&gt;You are amazing God&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who has told every lightning bolt where it should go&lt;br /&gt;Or seen heavenly storehouses laden with snow&lt;br /&gt;Who imagined the sun and gives source to its light&lt;br /&gt;Yet conceals it to bring us the coolness of night&lt;br /&gt;None can fathom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thailand Missions December '06&lt;br /&gt;Thunder, Heart-to-heart talks, Dimple Boy, secrets,  weather, KhaoPad, Jokes, Silly moments, Gods power, Shineforth Methodist Church, Fish Ponds, fishball man, Disney fest,late nights, christmas party, little lambs,SUGAR BREAD, Poongput Jesus saves.&lt;br /&gt;God is truly awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to ride my bicycle?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23040803-116661874216356324?l=shotdown-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shotdown-.blogspot.com/feeds/116661874216356324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23040803&amp;postID=116661874216356324' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23040803/posts/default/116661874216356324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23040803/posts/default/116661874216356324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shotdown-.blogspot.com/2006/12/from-highest-of-heights-to-depths-of.html' title=''/><author><name>beck doodle has left town</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10797450531750187432</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-23040803.post-116559423841089684</id><published>2006-12-09T00:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-09T00:10:38.570+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4738/295/1600/541246/os_wp_porcupine_1024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 0px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4738/295/320/712076/os_wp_porcupine_1024.jpg" border=none alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Have I mentioned how much this guy freaks me out, yet he is the cutest character in the whole show. &lt;br /&gt;buuuddyyyy..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23040803-116559423841089684?l=shotdown-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shotdown-.blogspot.com/feeds/116559423841089684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23040803&amp;postID=116559423841089684' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23040803/posts/default/116559423841089684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23040803/posts/default/116559423841089684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shotdown-.blogspot.com/2006/12/have-i-mentioned-how-much-this-guy.html' title=''/><author><name>beck doodle has left town</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10797450531750187432</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-23040803.post-116559303335107698</id><published>2006-12-08T23:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-08T23:50:34.030+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am leaving for the airport in uh 5 hours?&lt;br /&gt;So very exciting, I am going to see Thunder soon (:&lt;br /&gt;I very excited! &lt;br /&gt;Sadly, Aunty Elaine ain't coming with us first. We got Uncle BanTek instead :/&lt;br /&gt;Since my hair is like drying and I cannot go to sleep so I just have to blog. &lt;br /&gt;Anyway I am really extremely tired today, had to go shopping with a bunch of morons to look for birthday presents.&lt;br /&gt;So at 1 met up with the rest of the sec3 people. &lt;br /&gt;I really cannot remember what happened, just that Prash was so irritating as usual. &lt;br /&gt;Seriously, he has not even matured a little bit. &lt;br /&gt;So we cut the cake the normal stuff. &lt;br /&gt;Faith, Hannah and I sneaked off to take a look at Gap, its dissapointing. &lt;br /&gt;Choey came finally and was 2 hours late. &lt;br /&gt;We all went to watch Open Season, which was so retarded and lame. &lt;br /&gt;I wanted to just flop over and die. &lt;br /&gt;The stupid chair in Lido kept trying to fold me in, so I kept getting stuck. &lt;br /&gt;The chair hates me. Everyone hates me ):&lt;br /&gt;We hung around for a while and met up with other people for dinner. &lt;br /&gt;It was such a sneaky sneaky dinner. &lt;br /&gt;Sneaky me no likey. hahahah!&lt;br /&gt;Anywaym yes sneaky dinner. &lt;br /&gt;Was late for cell again (whats new?), rushed to find all the toilet brushes, photocopy everything. &lt;br /&gt;Now i am back home unable to fall asleep and considering staying up the whole night till I have to leave for the airport. &lt;br /&gt;Eeyuurr, I feel so hyped up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4738/295/1600/904382/DSCN0332.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 0px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4738/295/320/16533/DSCN0332.jpg" border=none alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;L for Love&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23040803-116559303335107698?l=shotdown-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shotdown-.blogspot.com/feeds/116559303335107698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23040803&amp;postID=116559303335107698' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23040803/posts/default/116559303335107698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23040803/posts/default/116559303335107698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shotdown-.blogspot.com/2006/12/i-am-leaving-for-airport-in-uh-5-hours.html' title=''/><author><name>beck doodle has left town</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10797450531750187432</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-23040803.post-116541158483492753</id><published>2006-12-06T20:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-06T21:31:46.656+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4738/295/1600/118206/2006_1205Faith0024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 0px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4738/295/320/719464/2006_1205Faith0024.jpg" border=none alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; BCDEF+ponytail pal!&lt;br /&gt;I shall now blog about CAMP!&lt;br /&gt;It was really one powerful camp and you really can see God working through everybody. &lt;br /&gt;I know that God has worked in a very special way during this camp. &lt;br /&gt;I think everything went pretty well, it might not have been perfect but everything went okay. &lt;br /&gt;The games were all pretty fun except I have this mighty big bruise that is changing colour everyday cos I ran into a bench. &lt;br /&gt;During precamp, Faith, Eunice, Choey and I went really high it was so funny, us dancing around the room.&lt;br /&gt;This camp was really quite funky cos there were so many young ones. &lt;br /&gt;I really hope that they all enjoyed themselves. &lt;br /&gt;Anyway, camp was really fun. &lt;br /&gt;The last night was the ultimate we stayed up for 24hours! It was quite funny how we tried to keep awake. Ended up only getting like 2 hours of sleep in the end. I was so dead when I got back and stupid Yixian still dared call me a pig cos I slept so much last night. &lt;br /&gt;There are so many moments that will always stay close to my heart, be it retarded or serious. &lt;br /&gt;I got so much closer to so many people. &lt;br /&gt;Faith and Choey, I thank god for giving me two friends like you. &lt;br /&gt;Having seen how much all of us have grown this past year and just supporting each other. &lt;br /&gt;Really its a blessing. &lt;br /&gt;Prash, I am glad you got everything over and done with. You can be such a moronic friend at times seriously. Anyway Happy 15th Birthday in advance cos I will not be here on your birthday. Oh your stupid idiotic face is so ugh, its freaky only cos you were doing it at like 3am and right in my face you cow. Other than that, you look like a smurf, a chaotah smurf. All you need is a muffin on your head. &lt;br /&gt;I am lazy to like do shoutouts for other people so I will just leave it here for now. Yet another year of camp has passed, by this time next year, I would have taken my O levels, graduated from MGS, getting ready for JC. &lt;br /&gt;The prospect is really quite scary but I pray that God will lead my through it. &lt;br /&gt;Time passes wayy too fast. I suppose all that we can do is embrace what we have now and make the most out of it. &lt;br /&gt;Its a decesion to shine for Jesus every single day and live for him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am really very happy cos I managed to spend time with my mummy today. &lt;br /&gt;Something that I have not been doing. &lt;br /&gt;We went out and SHOPPED. &lt;br /&gt;Hahaha, I bought like so many things and so did my mummy. &lt;br /&gt;It was really surprisingly fun. &lt;br /&gt;She was telling me what husband should I get and all this things. &lt;br /&gt;It was seriously very very very amusing.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway shopping spree with mummy is really fun. &lt;br /&gt;I need to get ready for missions now. &lt;br /&gt;I feel really tired, but I know I can pull through.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23040803-116541158483492753?l=shotdown-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shotdown-.blogspot.com/feeds/116541158483492753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23040803&amp;postID=116541158483492753' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23040803/posts/default/116541158483492753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23040803/posts/default/116541158483492753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shotdown-.blogspot.com/2006/12/bcdefponytail-pal-i-shall-now-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>beck doodle has left town</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10797450531750187432</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-23040803.post-116489335064985268</id><published>2006-11-30T21:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-30T21:35:14.320+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am having this really painful/ticklish pins&amp;needles in my ass. &lt;br /&gt;I have been reading for the past 3 hours, &lt;br /&gt;its so painful. &lt;br /&gt;Anyway beside my ass, &lt;br /&gt;CAMP IS TOMORROW!&lt;br /&gt;Faith is so freaking out on me the whole day. &lt;br /&gt;She spent the who day WHINING to me about everything. &lt;br /&gt;Faithleong is going to kill me in the process of this camp. &lt;br /&gt;Seriously, she says I whine. &lt;br /&gt;I so do not. I just release my uh fustrations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On my knees, I'll ask&lt;br /&gt;Last chance for one last dance&lt;br /&gt;'Cause with you, I'd withstand&lt;br /&gt;All of hell to hold your hand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="FFFFFF"&gt;whatthepong not again.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23040803-116489335064985268?l=shotdown-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shotdown-.blogspot.com/feeds/116489335064985268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23040803&amp;postID=116489335064985268' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23040803/posts/default/116489335064985268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23040803/posts/default/116489335064985268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shotdown-.blogspot.com/2006/11/i-am-having-this-really.html' title=''/><author><name>beck doodle has left town</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10797450531750187432</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-23040803.post-116471686579219125</id><published>2006-11-28T20:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-28T20:27:46.503+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I find myself constantly broke this week. &lt;br /&gt;Seriously, its like all my money is being guzzled up thanks to youth camp. &lt;br /&gt;I am so going to chase for my money. &lt;br /&gt;For the first time in a very long time, I feel so very broke. &lt;br /&gt;Today, we managed to finish all the socks (:&lt;br /&gt;However, there was changes and all to the groupings, &lt;br /&gt;so I have to do out and get more socks. &lt;br /&gt;I need to spend like $10 again.&lt;br /&gt;This is so rawr. &lt;br /&gt;So this is all pointless blabber, &lt;br /&gt;I need to think of how to get more money. &lt;br /&gt;Camp is like in 2 days, woohooo&lt;br /&gt;Missions is in one and a half weeks&lt;br /&gt;&amp;I have not touched ANY of my holiday homework. &lt;br /&gt;Does anyone want to help me do it?&lt;br /&gt;I just killed a mosquitoe its hugemongus. &lt;br /&gt;I do not have anymore time to do stuff, &lt;br /&gt;now I really need to get back to figuring out what I need to get tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23040803-116471686579219125?l=shotdown-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23040803.post-116453607611897207</id><published>2006-11-26T18:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-26T18:14:40.936+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am really super tired, I shall now take a nap. &lt;br /&gt;So when camp groupings are out, I will be awake :D&lt;br /&gt;I missed so many things just for missions training camp. &lt;br /&gt;Hillsongs live, Gl/AGL training, wedding dinner. &lt;br /&gt;Missions training was fun I suppose, just that I am really tired. &lt;br /&gt;Last night we watched 2 retarded shows in a row, Zoolander and Starksy&amp;Hutch. &lt;br /&gt;The shows have both left my brain hurting and gave me bad memories. &lt;br /&gt;Still, everyone was so stunned by the lameness that barely anyone was laughing. &lt;br /&gt;Oh well, Faith you have to learn to live with my whining. &lt;br /&gt;I shall go to sleep, alot of my angst towards my parents are now gone. &lt;br /&gt;So I will go sleep, tomorrow I still have to go out and get socks, fabric paint and all sorts of random things. &lt;br /&gt;Great.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23040803-116453607611897207?l=shotdown-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shotdown-.blogspot.com/feeds/116453607611897207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23040803&amp;postID=116453607611897207' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23040803/posts/default/116453607611897207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23040803/posts/default/116453607611897207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shotdown-.blogspot.com/2006/11/i-am-really-super-tired-i-shall-now.html' title=''/><author><name>beck doodle has left town</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10797450531750187432</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-23040803.post-116420326834567139</id><published>2006-11-22T21:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-22T21:47:49.166+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I thought I nearly lost my research paper which I took an hour to type out. &lt;br /&gt;It was major freak out. &lt;br /&gt;Anyway, life these days have been all about MRSA and Camp. &lt;br /&gt;MRSA is killing me, I swear one day I am going to die from in. &lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I think i breathed Oxacillin so now if the stupid staphy mutates and&lt;br /&gt;becomes resistant to Oxacillin, I am so screwed. &lt;br /&gt;Each time I have a stupid infection, I have to use vancomycin, which you cant get off the shelf. &lt;br /&gt;SO BRILLIANCE. &lt;br /&gt;I am going to die from bone infection, after accidently opening a plate of MRSA like awhile back.&lt;br /&gt;I am so thinking negatively now. &lt;br /&gt;Anyway every single day, its wake up, tissue culture lab, meeting, home, sudoku puzzle making, tv, sleep. &lt;br /&gt;Games meetings are fun anyway, &lt;br /&gt;two days back I had to eat like half a dried squid. &lt;br /&gt;Today I had to spin around a pole and get squirted with water all day long. &lt;br /&gt;Joy. &lt;br /&gt;Meetings are funny though, such retardedness is hilarious. &lt;br /&gt;Faith has all the videos.&lt;br /&gt;Missions camp this Friday, I have not decided if I want to go dragon boating. &lt;br /&gt;I am getting all excited for everything now. &lt;br /&gt;MISSION!THUNDER!CAMP!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23040803-116420326834567139?l=shotdown-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shotdown-.blogspot.com/feeds/116420326834567139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23040803&amp;postID=116420326834567139' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23040803/posts/default/116420326834567139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23040803/posts/default/116420326834567139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shotdown-.blogspot.com/2006/11/i-thought-i-nearly-lost-my-research.html' title=''/><author><name>beck doodle has left town</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10797450531750187432</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-23040803.post-116386002066941741</id><published>2006-11-18T22:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-18T22:27:00.906+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4738/295/1600/goong307.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 0px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4738/295/320/goong307.jpg" border=none alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My mum is rewatching Goong again, I shall join her watch it again!&lt;br /&gt;Woohooo!&lt;br /&gt;Anyway today we just had missions training for the whole afternoon, &lt;br /&gt;I had to impromtu the whole worship thing today because I did not have the chords beforehand. &lt;br /&gt;It was quite okay, I hope. &lt;br /&gt;Training was okayyy, &lt;br /&gt;still the only thing I remember was that the speaker, Mose Lim (no, not the fat one), said that Xaviers hair was fluffy.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway Choey, Faith and I sneaked out halfway during on of the breaks for an extended toilet break, to the playground. &lt;br /&gt;The rope pyramid was painful on the feet. &lt;br /&gt;I do hope Aunty Elaine does not know I have a blog, if not I'd be dead. &lt;br /&gt;Church is so early tomorrow. &lt;br /&gt;I have some stupid wedding lunch too. &lt;br /&gt;Darn.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23040803-116386002066941741?l=shotdown-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shotdown-.blogspot.com/feeds/116386002066941741/comments/default' title='Post 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23040803.post-116375260789342917</id><published>2006-11-17T16:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-17T16:36:50.230+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Just got back from Phuket, &lt;br /&gt;Its absolutely wonderful;&lt;br /&gt;clear waters, powdery sand &amp; the blazing sun.&lt;br /&gt;I was totally happy, the resort was really nice&lt;br /&gt;though kind of scary since when you wake up you see this mirror. &lt;br /&gt;In the mirror you will see this green lady (some buddah which is green) staring back at you because it is hanging on the opposite wall, its shitass scary. &lt;br /&gt;Anyway I am back and so very sick, with the flu/cold/sorethroat, &lt;br /&gt;no idea which one though.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23040803-116375260789342917?l=shotdown-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shotdown-.blogspot.com/feeds/116375260789342917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23040803&amp;postID=116375260789342917' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23040803/posts/default/116375260789342917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23040803/posts/default/116375260789342917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shotdown-.blogspot.com/2006/11/just-got-back-from-phuket-its.html' title=''/><author><name>beck doodle has left town</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10797450531750187432</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-23040803.post-116333938329717076</id><published>2006-11-12T21:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T21:49:43.580+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4738/295/1600/Bestfriend.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 0px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4738/295/320/Bestfriend.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I am actually really amused with this picture, &lt;br /&gt;No I did not eat the whole bowl of La Mien by myself, &lt;br /&gt;I shared it with Faith who ate half of the bowl, &lt;br /&gt;not one strand. (thankfully)&lt;br /&gt;Friday catchups are good. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway watched Step Up today with Faith, Prash, Xavier&amp; D.Ang, &lt;br /&gt;It was cool I suppose at least the dancing was. &lt;br /&gt;I still can't believe the guys followed us to watch a chick flick. &lt;br /&gt;Oh well, D.Ang was really bored, he kept being sadistic throughout&lt;br /&gt;and started celebrating when someone died. &lt;br /&gt;Oh yea, it was the first time I saw Faith eat a whole burger by herself after so many years of friendship. &lt;br /&gt;Amazing no?&lt;br /&gt;Came home and just plonked myself on the couch to read 'Time Travellers Wife'&lt;br /&gt;My Grandpa was exceptionally jolly today, &lt;br /&gt;its good news for us grand children, lotsa good food. &lt;br /&gt;He ordered my favourite now I am packing, again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Faith Leong SiMun/Bestfriend&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hang in there okay! I know now is a really tough time for you with everything going on. &lt;br /&gt;You have got to be strong and everything will pass, &lt;br /&gt;I know it hurts you all the time &lt;br /&gt;but no matter what you still got me around, to do stupid moronic things just to cheer you up. &lt;br /&gt;GO AUNTY YOU DA BOMB!&lt;br /&gt;hahaha I have no idea why I said that, but oh well (:&lt;br /&gt;&amp; no you are not fat. &lt;br /&gt;In fact you are very skinny, don't go on a diet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23040803-116333938329717076?l=shotdown-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shotdown-.blogspot.com/feeds/116333938329717076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23040803&amp;postID=116333938329717076' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23040803/posts/default/116333938329717076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23040803/posts/default/116333938329717076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shotdown-.blogspot.com/2006/11/i-am-actually-really-amused-with-this.html' title=''/><author><name>beck doodle has left town</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10797450531750187432</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-23040803.post-116317718461909699</id><published>2006-11-11T00:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T00:50:18.510+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Just got home, &lt;br /&gt;my internet was not working for such a long time, &lt;br /&gt;so I could not come online to update. &lt;br /&gt;UK was seriously fun. &lt;br /&gt;School culture there is totally different and yea the weather is nice and all. &lt;br /&gt;A holiday that I would not be going on ever again. &lt;br /&gt;Not with the same bunch of people at least. &lt;br /&gt;Lulworth was absolutely beautiful with the really nice weather, &lt;br /&gt;blue skies, the sun was out etcetra.&lt;br /&gt;Roman Baths were just boring but the shopping was not, i totally blew all half of my money. &lt;br /&gt;I had to go see the head master, Mr Burrow, which was uh okay. &lt;br /&gt;He is so amazingly skinny. &lt;br /&gt;London was wayyy to short, we had too little time to shop. &lt;br /&gt;I bought so many things on impulse, but it was cool. &lt;br /&gt;Phantom was totally awesoommeee.&lt;br /&gt;The teachers were also so funny, snatching the binoculars from us just to have a look at the cute actor was acted as Raul. &lt;br /&gt;Before long we were back, on the dreaded air plane. &lt;br /&gt;Very very quicj summary for the whole trip. &lt;br /&gt;I suppose most people want pictures so here goes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4738/295/1600/293023622_af8f4f03be_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4738/295/320/293023622_af8f4f03be_m.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me, hanging off a tree&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4738/295/1600/UK%20school%20trip%202006%20149.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4738/295/320/UK%20school%20trip%202006%20149.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Dont ask.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4738/295/1600/UK%20school%20trip%202006%20074.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4738/295/320/UK%20school%20trip%202006%20074.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Showing off my VERY COOL Paul Frank PJs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4738/295/1600/UK%20school%20trip%202006%20028.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4738/295/320/UK%20school%20trip%202006%20028.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Visited Sexy's School which was next to..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4738/295/1600/UK%20school%20trip%202006%20122.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4738/295/320/UK%20school%20trip%202006%20122.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Lusty Gardens&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4738/295/1600/UK%20school%20trip%202006%20002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4738/295/320/UK%20school%20trip%202006%20002.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Emoness under some tree, freezing my ass off&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4738/295/1600/DSCN0269.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4738/295/320/DSCN0269.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Chloe, with the cute lil girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4738/295/1600/DSCN0258.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4738/295/320/DSCN0258.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Kodak moment&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4738/295/1600/UK%20school%20trip%202006%20103.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4738/295/320/UK%20school%20trip%202006%20103.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;EYE CANDY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4738/295/1600/UK%20school%20trip%202006%20123.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4738/295/320/UK%20school%20trip%202006%20123.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;3S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4738/295/1600/UK%20school%20trip%202006%20094.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4738/295/320/UK%20school%20trip%202006%20094.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Personally I think I look like a monkey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4738/295/1600/UK%20school%20trip%202006%20113.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4738/295/320/UK%20school%20trip%202006%20113.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4738/295/1600/DSCN0297.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4738/295/320/DSCN0297.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;In front of some train&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4738/295/1600/UK%20school%20trip%202006%20155.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4738/295/320/UK%20school%20trip%202006%20155.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Buckingham Palace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4738/295/1600/DSCN0302.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4738/295/320/DSCN0302.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Something that me and Chloe got from Covent Garden. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well I am flying off to Phuket this coming Monday again,&lt;br /&gt;some pipe in the house is leaking and my mum does not want to be here when they hack out the wall and change it. &lt;br /&gt;So off we all are to Phuket.&lt;br /&gt;Whoopeedoo. &lt;br /&gt;I am hungry all I ate for the whole day was&lt;br /&gt;1/2 a bowl of La Mian&lt;br /&gt;2 Xiao Long Baos&lt;br /&gt;No lunch, no breakfast.&lt;br /&gt;No, I am not on a crash diet. &lt;br /&gt;I am just busy. &lt;br /&gt;I am going to look for some food now. &lt;br /&gt;Farewell.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23040803-116317718461909699?l=shotdown-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shotdown-.blogspot.com/feeds/116317718461909699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23040803&amp;postID=116317718461909699' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23040803/posts/default/116317718461909699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23040803/posts/default/116317718461909699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shotdown-.blogspot.com/2006/11/just-got-home-my-internet-was-not.html' title=''/><author><name>beck doodle has left town</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10797450531750187432</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-23040803.post-116227256283373201</id><published>2006-10-31T13:29:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-31T13:29:22.920+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>LEAVING FOR UK TODAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a happy child, when I come back I should be flying off again &lt;br /&gt;to Maldives, Phuket or Japan. &lt;br /&gt;YAY! My holiday truly starts today, spent most of the time mulling around the house doing absolutely nothing at all. &lt;br /&gt;Exciting stuff!&lt;br /&gt;Hahahahaha okay I am getting pretty high. &lt;br /&gt;I shall miss the nice nice nice nice Spicy Singapore Food, &lt;br /&gt;with our chilli sauce. &lt;br /&gt;I only know of one strange person who does not like chilli sauce. &lt;br /&gt;Oh well, and our nice and warm weather. &lt;br /&gt;Anyway I am going there slightly sick, down with the sore throat :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone have fun at your various sabbaticals!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23040803-116227256283373201?l=shotdown-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shotdown-.blogspot.com/feeds/116227256283373201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23040803&amp;postID=116227256283373201' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23040803/posts/default/116227256283373201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23040803/posts/default/116227256283373201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shotdown-.blogspot.com/2006/10/leaving-for-uk-today-i-am-_116227256283373201.html' title=''/><author><name>beck doodle has left town</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10797450531750187432</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-23040803.post-116195470358958109</id><published>2006-10-27T21:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-27T21:13:15.453+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The fact that school is officially over for the year has not really set in yet. &lt;br /&gt;Anyway I woke up at Noon, &lt;br /&gt;rushed around and got out of the house. &lt;br /&gt;Went down to town to meet Chloe. &lt;br /&gt;Aimless walking is funky, still managed to buy a few things which I need for UK. &lt;br /&gt;THE GLOVES ARE FUNKY!&lt;br /&gt;They are nice and multi coloured. &lt;br /&gt;Anyway when I got back my exam papers from Chloe, I spent like 15 minutes whining to Chloe. &lt;br /&gt;Its so depressing, especially my Geography. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;3 more days to UK!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am getting so excited I sometimes find it hard to sleep. &lt;br /&gt;To add to that I have been having highly disturbing dreams. &lt;br /&gt;I finished packing most of my stuff already, feeling so very accomplished.&lt;br /&gt;Still, I need to pack my food, medicine and toileltries. &lt;br /&gt;Oh the excitement is killing me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss 3s ):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23040803-116195470358958109?l=shotdown-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shotdown-.blogspot.com/feeds/116195470358958109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23040803&amp;postID=116195470358958109' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23040803/posts/default/116195470358958109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23040803/posts/default/116195470358958109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shotdown-.blogspot.com/2006/10/fact-that-school-is-officially-over.html' title=''/><author><name>beck doodle has left town</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10797450531750187432</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-23040803.post-116177082310650192</id><published>2006-10-25T18:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-25T18:07:09.006+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4738/295/1600/CIMG1847.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 0px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4738/295/320/CIMG1847.jpg" border=none alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt; 1/5 of the family&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Decendents from my grandfather&lt;br /&gt;My mother looks like a plum :x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My eyes are popping our after playing Dinner Dash2&lt;br /&gt;Its cool and drives me crazy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;UK is in 6 days&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How exciting, I get away from my parents.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23040803-116177082310650192?l=shotdown-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shotdown-.blogspot.com/feeds/116177082310650192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23040803&amp;postID=116177082310650192' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23040803/posts/default/116177082310650192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23040803/posts/default/116177082310650192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shotdown-.blogspot.com/2006/10/15-of-family-decendents-from-my.html' title=''/><author><name>beck doodle has left town</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10797450531750187432</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-23040803.post-116170007315083001</id><published>2006-10-24T22:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-24T22:27:53.476+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I at the edge of madness. &lt;br /&gt;Video Editing is driving me crazy. &lt;br /&gt;CRAZY, the resolution is either really bad or the file's too big. &lt;br /&gt;My brain is mush now. MUSH&lt;br /&gt;I think I would just end up doing it on Windows tomorrow or something. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4738/295/1600/CIMG1831.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 0px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4738/295/320/CIMG1831.jpg" border=none alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Meet my Cousins&lt;br /&gt;Our very cool family party was very cool. &lt;br /&gt;Next year its Back to the 60's&lt;br /&gt;Sounds oh so familiar.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23040803-116170007315083001?l=shotdown-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shotdown-.blogspot.com/feeds/116170007315083001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23040803&amp;postID=116170007315083001' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23040803/posts/default/116170007315083001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23040803/posts/default/116170007315083001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shotdown-.blogspot.com/2006/10/i-at-edge-of-madness.html' title=''/><author><name>beck doodle has left town</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10797450531750187432</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-23040803.post-116126767664577362</id><published>2006-10-19T22:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-19T23:08:29.876+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I have 3 cuts, 2 bruises and 1 blue-black. &lt;br /&gt;All due to my very short high period during rehearsals. &lt;br /&gt;Me and Chloe decided to roll down the steps along the aisle in the Auditorium. &lt;br /&gt;I, with my super long legs crashed into the row of seats. &lt;br /&gt;Anyway the pain did not set in until the sugar rush from the chocolates died. &lt;br /&gt;We still continued to try and chase the cool lights. &lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, it was fun until before dinner where I discovered something&lt;br /&gt;thus I turned in a very whiney girl. &lt;br /&gt;You know, watching my bruise change colour is amusing. &lt;br /&gt;My foot is slightly gold and glittery so are my arms still cant get the pesky fabric paint off. &lt;br /&gt;Stupid Chloe, I have one sock that says Becky &lt;3 Chloe. &lt;br /&gt;What the pong. Somehow I think I the sock would be thrown away.&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, one day I shall continue my deo fight with Beu, that silly woman. &lt;br /&gt;Hmmm. &lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow shall be REALLY funny, today was already a whole bag-full of laughs. I cant even remember what I was laughing at :/&lt;br /&gt;WOOHOO&lt;br /&gt;StaffRoom (RA) is really quite RA at times. &lt;br /&gt;I do not even want to talk about my marks, I feel so inferior. &lt;br /&gt;I don't even want to think about it.&lt;br /&gt;It does not really matter anyway, there is always next year. &lt;br /&gt;Being positive is good for health, if not I would have long dehydrated. &lt;br /&gt;Sometimes it just feels like results define me too much,&lt;br /&gt;who I am as a person. Its really sad. &lt;br /&gt;I know for a fact that I am much more than some grade on a piece of paper. &lt;br /&gt;I am a child of God and thats what matters. &lt;br /&gt;There is this part if me that wonders about the human nature, &lt;br /&gt;I find it so very strange. &lt;br /&gt;Feelings, emotions, reactions they are all this complicated web of things. &lt;br /&gt;I figured that we cannot accept everyone to be perfect, &lt;br /&gt;because of how imperfect we are, &lt;br /&gt;Gods wonder and power can really be shown through us. &lt;br /&gt;Maybe we are made like that, so that we are a living testimony to others. &lt;br /&gt;Throughout this whole period, the world pressures us to be &lt;br /&gt;The perfect daughter.&lt;br /&gt;The perfect academic.&lt;br /&gt;The perfect christian.&lt;br /&gt;The perfect person.&lt;br /&gt;I know how tiring it can all be, but it is really not the point.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe being imperfect is not so bad afterall? &lt;br /&gt;After this rollar coaster of ups and downs, &lt;br /&gt;things have changed. Priorities shift, through it all I have so much to be grateful for &lt;br /&gt;namely my friends, horses and God. &lt;br /&gt;I feel all setimental and all now after being in such a pissy mood yesterday and getting letters and much hugs today. &lt;br /&gt;CHEER UP EVERYONE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23040803-116126767664577362?l=shotdown-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shotdown-.blogspot.com/feeds/116126767664577362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23040803&amp;postID=116126767664577362' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23040803/posts/default/116126767664577362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23040803/posts/default/116126767664577362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shotdown-.blogspot.com/2006/10/i-have-3-cuts-2-bruises-and-1-blue.html' title=''/><author><name>beck doodle has left town</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10797450531750187432</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-23040803.post-116072181390277806</id><published>2006-10-13T14:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-13T14:43:34.430+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4738/295/1600/Photo%20314.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 0px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4738/295/320/Photo%20314.jpg" border=none alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sentosa was the ultimate. &lt;br /&gt;Anyway I was feeling all down and lazy in the morning, but I still went out anway.&lt;br /&gt;At first we went to East Coast park which was some ghost town, &lt;br /&gt;so we had to walk and walk and walk and walk and walk, &lt;br /&gt;before we found a cab. &lt;br /&gt;When we saw the cab, we jumped and screamed in the middle of the deserted road. &lt;br /&gt;Anyway headed down to Sentosa, we did the luge 3 times, &lt;br /&gt;Izzy was sooooo slow, it was so stupid. &lt;br /&gt;Me and Chloe would zoom of and go 'wheres Izzy?'&lt;br /&gt;Anyway last round she went really fast, it was shitass scary. &lt;br /&gt;Sat the skyride thing thrice too it was so retarded. &lt;br /&gt;The place was packed with tourist but it was fun. &lt;br /&gt;When to the beach to tan/ play in the water. &lt;br /&gt;Izzy was gross, like i always say she is a danger to society. &lt;br /&gt;Oh well, we started the day late so we did not do much.&lt;br /&gt;I still managed to get myself cheered up with the help of Izzy and Chloe (:&lt;br /&gt;The past two days have been so fantastically tiring with the Steamboat and Sentosa. &lt;br /&gt;I am telling you, my wrist still hurt. &lt;br /&gt;UK TRIP IS COMING SOON. &lt;br /&gt;Getting really excited, really really really. &lt;br /&gt;Rawr, never want this period of time to end.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23040803-116072181390277806?l=shotdown-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shotdown-.blogspot.com/feeds/116072181390277806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23040803&amp;postID=116072181390277806' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23040803/posts/default/116072181390277806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23040803/posts/default/116072181390277806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shotdown-.blogspot.com/2006/10/sentosa-was-ultimate.html' title=''/><author><name>beck doodle has left town</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10797450531750187432</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-23040803.post-116061844506710235</id><published>2006-10-12T09:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-12T10:00:45.466+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Exams, is a word that has ceased to exist in my vocabulary. &lt;br /&gt;I smell freedom, away from the books. &lt;br /&gt;Yet the feeling isn't all to great. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am tired beyond words can express, &lt;br /&gt;still so much I must still do. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, no more emo stuff, &lt;br /&gt;Steamboat was totally awesome!&lt;br /&gt;However, before that Chloe and I had a strange encounter, &lt;br /&gt;with some very scary perv. &lt;br /&gt;We were on our way to some dubious costume shop at middle road.&lt;br /&gt;Coming down the escalator, we saw a shop called 'MEAT U there'&lt;br /&gt;Its really funny so we said it out and laughed about it. &lt;br /&gt;Apparently this guy though we were talking to him, &lt;br /&gt;so he went up to Chloe and went 'Excuse me, where are you going.' Twice. &lt;br /&gt;It was shitass scary, thank god Chloe's supermum came to the rescue.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway we ran away to look at phones and recover. &lt;br /&gt;Costume shopping was a torture to the eyes. &lt;br /&gt;Anyway went back and rolled around the floor at Chloe's house. &lt;br /&gt;Finally the stean boat started so I could eat : D&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, twister was also very tramuatising. &lt;br /&gt;Considering the fact that we all got into very uh scandolous positions. &lt;br /&gt;I DO NOT want to know what you guys saw of me. &lt;br /&gt;Thank you very much.&lt;br /&gt;Now my body just aches everywhere, especially my wrists. &lt;br /&gt;Thanks to having to support myself and not collapse on top of Izzy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23040803-116061844506710235?l=shotdown-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shotdown-.blogspot.com/feeds/116061844506710235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23040803&amp;postID=116061844506710235' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23040803/posts/default/116061844506710235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23040803/posts/default/116061844506710235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shotdown-.blogspot.com/2006/10/exams-is-word-that-has-ceased-to-exist.html' title=''/><author><name>beck doodle has left town</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10797450531750187432</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-23040803.post-116039954806191130</id><published>2006-10-09T21:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-09T21:12:28.073+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A story is told about a little boy with a big heart. &lt;br /&gt;His next-door neighbour was an older gentleman whose wife had recently died. &lt;br /&gt;When the youngster saw the elderly man crying, he climbed up onto his lap and simply sat there. &lt;br /&gt;Later, his mother asked the boy what he said to their saddened neighbour.&lt;br /&gt;"Nothing" the child replied. &lt;br /&gt;"I just helped him cry"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23040803-116039954806191130?l=shotdown-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shotdown-.blogspot.com/feeds/116039954806191130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23040803&amp;postID=116039954806191130' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23040803/posts/default/116039954806191130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23040803/posts/default/116039954806191130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shotdown-.blogspot.com/2006/10/story-is-told-about-little-boy-with.html' title=''/><author><name>beck doodle has left town</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10797450531750187432</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-23040803.post-116012627847924087</id><published>2006-10-06T16:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-06T23:21:04.973+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>IZZY YOU LEFT YOUR PHONE IN MY HOUSE&lt;br /&gt;Your mum called so I had to pick up and she went 'DARLING'&lt;br /&gt;How very embarassing okay?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway 8 out of 12 of them came over today. &lt;br /&gt;I am oh so very tired. &lt;br /&gt;My house is not in a very horrible state&lt;br /&gt;Just that Beulah broke my light lantern thing.&lt;br /&gt;It was really REALLY tiring and funny&lt;br /&gt;We went to the park and fooled around&lt;br /&gt;played catching and blind cat. &lt;br /&gt;I refuse to study anything today. &lt;br /&gt;I am too tired to do anything else now &lt;br /&gt;and I have riding soon. &lt;br /&gt;So PHOTOS SHALL DO THE TALKING&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4738/295/1600/Photo%20163.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 0px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4738/295/320/Photo%20163.jpg" border=none alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;RAWR HWAAA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4738/295/1600/Photo%20169.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 0px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4738/295/320/Photo%20169.jpg" border=none alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;OMGZXZXZ HOT STUFF&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4738/295/1600/Photo%20133.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 0px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4738/295/320/Photo%20133.jpg" border=none alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;EVEN HOTTER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4738/295/1600/Photo%20301.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 0px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4738/295/320/Photo%20301.jpg" border=none alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;SHIZZLE MIZZLE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4738/295/1600/Photo%20212.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 0px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4738/295/320/Photo%20212.jpg" border=none alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They flooded my computer with pictures, 200 over pictures to be exact. &lt;br /&gt;Anyway its pretty strange how we can laugh and play so much during the exam. &lt;br /&gt;We are happy people with our little 'party'&lt;br /&gt;They make me so very happy (:&lt;br /&gt;Next week is the week, when all things good start to happen. &lt;br /&gt;No exam can get me down!&lt;br /&gt;HAH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4738/295/1600/MyPicture.5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 0px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4738/295/320/MyPicture.5.jpg" border=none alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is love &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Chloe, &lt;br /&gt;DONT BE ANGRY! HE WONT STALK YOU I PROMISE!&lt;br /&gt;JUST DAO HIM OKAYY&lt;br /&gt;DONT WORRYY!&lt;br /&gt;PLEASE OKAYOKAY?!&lt;br /&gt;Love, &lt;br /&gt;Becky (&amp; Adele I suppose)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TODAY IS A GOOD DAY&lt;br /&gt;My grandparents are hip and happening :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23040803-116012627847924087?l=shotdown-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shotdown-.blogspot.com/feeds/116012627847924087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23040803&amp;postID=116012627847924087' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23040803/posts/default/116012627847924087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23040803/posts/default/116012627847924087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shotdown-.blogspot.com/2006/10/izzy-you-left-your-phone-in-my-house.html' title=''/><author><name>beck doodle has left town</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10797450531750187432</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-23040803.post-115987136940983078</id><published>2006-10-03T18:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-03T18:59:46.890+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I cant shake this horrible feeling off. &lt;br /&gt;I finished my geog paper, wrote 12 sides of fullscap, wrote in all my factors. &lt;br /&gt;BUT I did one 5 mark question wrongly and I missed out 2 points for the volume of river thing. &lt;br /&gt;Suddenly it just felt like my A1 is *poof* gone. &lt;br /&gt;ARGGHHH same feeling for English Compo and SS. &lt;br /&gt;Crappy cow. &lt;br /&gt;This is not the point of life becky. IT IS NOT&lt;br /&gt;ALMOST HALF WAY THOUGH!!&lt;br /&gt;OH YEEAAA&lt;br /&gt;I shall focus on HAPPY feeelings&lt;br /&gt;like thinking about AFTER EXAMS. &lt;br /&gt;1. LIBERATION&lt;br /&gt;2. Sentosa&lt;br /&gt;3. Overdrive&lt;br /&gt;4. Wreckage of my house&lt;br /&gt;5. Slacking my life away&lt;br /&gt;AFTER MGSROCS it would be even cooler&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TEEHEEE CHLOE SHALL MEET CALCIUM VERY VERY SOON&lt;br /&gt;I ASSURE YOU&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stacey made me HOWL today. &lt;br /&gt;This is shitass funny. &lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, I miss your lame ways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;sapphire &amp; faded jeans says:￼&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i remembered&lt;br /&gt;￼&lt;b&gt;sapphire &amp; faded jeans says:￼&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;though i don't know if you want to hear this&lt;br /&gt;￼&lt;b&gt;sapphire &amp; faded jeans says:￼&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my friend keeps saying i'm mr lim in disguise -_-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23040803-115987136940983078?l=shotdown-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shotdown-.blogspot.com/feeds/115987136940983078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23040803&amp;postID=115987136940983078' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23040803/posts/default/115987136940983078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23040803/posts/default/115987136940983078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shotdown-.blogspot.com/2006/10/i-cant-shake-this-horrible-feeling-off.html' title=''/><author><name>beck doodle has left town</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10797450531750187432</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-23040803.post-115961479396138626</id><published>2006-09-30T19:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-30T19:13:13.976+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I remembered a few strange and random things that happened yesterday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. When Izzy walked over my sensor for the gate, the gate opened. &lt;br /&gt;    It usually only automatically opens the gate when a car rolls over it.&lt;br /&gt;    Me and Jia tried jumping on it but it still did not work. &lt;br /&gt;    I do hope she did not spoil my gate sensor. &lt;br /&gt;2. Izzy, Jia and I took a maxi cab home, cos Izzy flagged it down. &lt;br /&gt;    It was really strange because it was the first time I sat in one&lt;br /&gt;    and we flagging it down is so scary. It was like some family van&lt;br /&gt;    To make it worse it looked like we came from the airport since I &lt;br /&gt;    was carrying my laguage from school. &lt;br /&gt;3. Izzy made up a song it made me think of becksie, playing basketball.&lt;br /&gt;4. Chloe and I made 'Jesus Loves me' into a emo child song by singing it and&lt;br /&gt;    playing with a pair of scissors and because we were studying Social Suicide (SS)&lt;br /&gt;5. Adele is so cute, her and solution is so funny. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its this little things in life that make thing that much bareable.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23040803-115961479396138626?l=shotdown-.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shotdown-.blogspot.com/feeds/115961479396138626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23040803&amp;postID=115961479396138626' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23040803/posts/default/115961479396138626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23040803/posts/default/115961479396138626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shotdown-.blogspot.com/2006/09/i-remembered-few-strange-and-random.html' title=''/><author><name>beck doodle has left town</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10797450531750187432</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
