<?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-3086973431978492969</id><updated>2011-04-22T11:25:37.143+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Schrodinger's Cat</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aldarail.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3086973431978492969/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aldarail.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Nadine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://img371.imageshack.us/img371/4576/nadinewhoopnghv2.png'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>18</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3086973431978492969.post-7166974760760748005</id><published>2008-12-10T05:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T07:10:50.027+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Stupid long plane flights. Jet lag. Gah I feel like it's 9.30pm. But I know the sky's only gonna get brighter. -.-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3086973431978492969-7166974760760748005?l=aldarail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aldarail.blogspot.com/feeds/7166974760760748005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3086973431978492969&amp;postID=7166974760760748005' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3086973431978492969/posts/default/7166974760760748005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3086973431978492969/posts/default/7166974760760748005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aldarail.blogspot.com/2008/12/stupid-long-plane-flights.html' title=''/><author><name>Nadine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://img371.imageshack.us/img371/4576/nadinewhoopnghv2.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3086973431978492969.post-8434015593793383250</id><published>2008-12-01T01:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T01:24:08.178+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Church Camp tomorrow</title><content type='html'>Nadine has decided to be a freak and bring only dance shirts to church camp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She has decided on these:&lt;br /&gt;Crescent Dance shirt&lt;br /&gt;NJWD black formal shirt&lt;br /&gt;NJWD white iDance informal shirt&lt;br /&gt;Chingay Dance shirt&lt;br /&gt;DanceFlames shirt&lt;br /&gt;Aristal Dance shirt&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3086973431978492969-8434015593793383250?l=aldarail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aldarail.blogspot.com/feeds/8434015593793383250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3086973431978492969&amp;postID=8434015593793383250' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3086973431978492969/posts/default/8434015593793383250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3086973431978492969/posts/default/8434015593793383250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aldarail.blogspot.com/2008/12/church-camp-tomorrow.html' title='Church Camp tomorrow'/><author><name>Nadine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://img371.imageshack.us/img371/4576/nadinewhoopnghv2.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3086973431978492969.post-5364792173904816531</id><published>2008-11-25T23:59:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T01:09:50.713+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yvett Kee Ying Ting</title><content type='html'>I have this friend. She is called Yvett Kee Ying Ting. She is a bimbo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When she talks, half the time she doesn't know what she's saying. And all of the time, &lt;i&gt;I&lt;/i&gt; don't know what she's saying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She likes to dance hiphop. And she's quite good at it. But luckily she doesn't really need to engage her brains while dancing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She and I like to go to the toilet in between lessons. But we go to the toilet not for the normal reasons. It is for the abnormal reasons. Actually I also don't know why we keep going to the toilet. The smell must be alluring. I am kidding. Or maybe I am not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We sometimes dance in the toilet. And the toilet aunty will laugh at us and say something. But I don't know what she's saying. Cos the toilet aunty speaks Hokkien. But because we are very polite, we just nod and pretend we agree with her. Even though she is probably talking bad about us. But she should be kinder. Because we provide her with entertainment when she is not cleaning the toilets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yvett Kee likes to not eat. She lives on love and fresh air (and make up). She always stays in class during lunch. But who knows what she does up there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is the end of my post about Yvett Kee. (:&lt;br /&gt;I love you bimbo. &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yJ8ZyUc_qLQ/SSwwmWfaxXI/AAAAAAAAARU/qm2h5_CmmHk/s1600-h/splittttt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yJ8ZyUc_qLQ/SSwwmWfaxXI/AAAAAAAAARU/qm2h5_CmmHk/s400/splittttt.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272642699174528370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Betcha can't find me! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3086973431978492969-5364792173904816531?l=aldarail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aldarail.blogspot.com/feeds/5364792173904816531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3086973431978492969&amp;postID=5364792173904816531' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3086973431978492969/posts/default/5364792173904816531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3086973431978492969/posts/default/5364792173904816531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aldarail.blogspot.com/2008/11/yvett-kee-ying-ting.html' title='Yvett Kee Ying Ting'/><author><name>Nadine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://img371.imageshack.us/img371/4576/nadinewhoopnghv2.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yJ8ZyUc_qLQ/SSwwmWfaxXI/AAAAAAAAARU/qm2h5_CmmHk/s72-c/splittttt.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3086973431978492969.post-1604957244670858972</id><published>2008-11-23T23:57:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T00:34:38.915+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Annoying piano! D:</title><content type='html'>Rar, I placed my guitar pick on top of the piano keys and stupidly went to play it. Then, THE PICK FELL IN BETWEEN F AND F&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;#&lt;/span&gt;! I am so devastated! o:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay actually I wasn't la cos it was only 80 cents per pick. But I still wanted to get it out for the sake of getting it out. Because I had nothing to do. So first I went to grab my super long bun pin and tried to pick it out like a chopstick but to no avail. That is because chopsticks were never meant to pick things up. Let me tell you the story of how chopsticks came about. Long ago, in a village of a province in a kingdom of the planet of Earth, there was a clumsy guy named Sally. He was so clumsy that he forgot to bring his fork to a picnic. But, being the intellect that he was, he had an ingenious idea. He went to a nearby christmas tree and chopped off two sticks (Y'know, hence the name). Alas! The chopstick was formed! :DDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But of course, the guy named Sally never meant to use the chopstick as a fork! He merely needed to find a toothpick because he forgot to bring his toothpick! And as for the 'lack of a fork' problem, he easily solved it by inventing The Spoon! However, this half of the story was never told, so everybody assumed that the chopstick was invented to pick things up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, back to my problem. After the failed chopstick idea, I turned to my all-powerful vacuum cleaner! BUT! The vacuum cleaner really sucks because it couldn't suck! It couldn't suck well enough so that's why it sucks! The fact that it couldn't suck made it suck. It was deemed sucky because it failed to suck! It's sucking power was not able to suck out the unsuckable pick because the vacuum cleaner sucked! &gt;:/ SO! The thing that was invented to suck ending up sucking in a way that was not intended by the inventor! D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah so in the end I gave up on the pick that was between F and F&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;#&lt;/span&gt; and went to find the other picks in my room that were not between F and F&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;#&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3086973431978492969-1604957244670858972?l=aldarail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aldarail.blogspot.com/feeds/1604957244670858972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3086973431978492969&amp;postID=1604957244670858972' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3086973431978492969/posts/default/1604957244670858972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3086973431978492969/posts/default/1604957244670858972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aldarail.blogspot.com/2008/11/annoying-piano-d.html' title='Annoying piano! D:'/><author><name>Nadine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://img371.imageshack.us/img371/4576/nadinewhoopnghv2.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3086973431978492969.post-6963192313980519424</id><published>2008-11-20T21:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T21:53:10.789+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy birthday Jiayi and Kaimin!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I WANT TO EAT ICE CREAM! DUNCHU WANT TO EAT IT TOO?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Debbie: Edward is perfection! He looks godlike!&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;Yvett: Huh? But how do I know what God looks like?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3086973431978492969-6963192313980519424?l=aldarail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aldarail.blogspot.com/feeds/6963192313980519424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3086973431978492969&amp;postID=6963192313980519424' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3086973431978492969/posts/default/6963192313980519424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3086973431978492969/posts/default/6963192313980519424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aldarail.blogspot.com/2008/11/happy-birthday-jiayi-and-kaimin.html' title='Happy birthday Jiayi and Kaimin!'/><author><name>Nadine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://img371.imageshack.us/img371/4576/nadinewhoopnghv2.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3086973431978492969.post-6704822570346461668</id><published>2008-11-19T15:21:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T15:23:51.815+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Crescent Dance is the ❤</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yJ8ZyUc_qLQ/SSO-h9QspiI/AAAAAAAAARE/MR_lHVKeAzs/s1600-h/crescentsyf01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yJ8ZyUc_qLQ/SSO-h9QspiI/AAAAAAAAARE/MR_lHVKeAzs/s400/crescentsyf01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270265479543170594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SYF'07 Gold with Honours. Opening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yJ8ZyUc_qLQ/SSO-iI4RsTI/AAAAAAAAARM/mA4PfPvJ-eY/s1600-h/crescentsyf02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yJ8ZyUc_qLQ/SSO-iI4RsTI/AAAAAAAAARM/mA4PfPvJ-eY/s400/crescentsyf02.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270265482661966130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last pose. &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I could turn back time, I would never have left.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3086973431978492969-6704822570346461668?l=aldarail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aldarail.blogspot.com/feeds/6704822570346461668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3086973431978492969&amp;postID=6704822570346461668' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3086973431978492969/posts/default/6704822570346461668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3086973431978492969/posts/default/6704822570346461668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aldarail.blogspot.com/2008/11/crescent-dance-is.html' title='Crescent Dance is the ❤'/><author><name>Nadine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://img371.imageshack.us/img371/4576/nadinewhoopnghv2.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yJ8ZyUc_qLQ/SSO-h9QspiI/AAAAAAAAARE/MR_lHVKeAzs/s72-c/crescentsyf01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3086973431978492969.post-2050619502204912134</id><published>2008-11-19T02:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T01:57:50.245+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bonjour since it IS 2 in the morning.</title><content type='html'>I think I'm gonna start taking French classes again. I'm starting to forget everything and the thought of having to learn it all from scratch irks me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Au revoir. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I really need to stop getting chafed about such small nonissues. Ohwell as they say in French, les gouts et les couleurs ne se discutent pas.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3086973431978492969-2050619502204912134?l=aldarail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aldarail.blogspot.com/feeds/2050619502204912134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3086973431978492969&amp;postID=2050619502204912134' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3086973431978492969/posts/default/2050619502204912134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3086973431978492969/posts/default/2050619502204912134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aldarail.blogspot.com/2008/11/bonjour-since-it-is-125-in-morning.html' title='Bonjour since it IS 2 in the morning.'/><author><name>Nadine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://img371.imageshack.us/img371/4576/nadinewhoopnghv2.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3086973431978492969.post-2247671106137845334</id><published>2008-11-14T21:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T21:32:28.544+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy belated Joan, happy birthday Shuzhen</title><content type='html'>My sister drinks cappuccino with a straw. o.0&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And why is the strawberry called the strawberry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3086973431978492969-2247671106137845334?l=aldarail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aldarail.blogspot.com/feeds/2247671106137845334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3086973431978492969&amp;postID=2247671106137845334' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3086973431978492969/posts/default/2247671106137845334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3086973431978492969/posts/default/2247671106137845334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aldarail.blogspot.com/2008/11/happy-belated-joan-happy-birthday.html' title='Happy belated Joan, happy birthday Shuzhen'/><author><name>Nadine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://img371.imageshack.us/img371/4576/nadinewhoopnghv2.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3086973431978492969.post-7584104807180579526</id><published>2008-11-12T21:44:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T22:39:26.875+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I wonder why that stuffed toy refuses to balance properly on the shelf</title><content type='html'>Sorry that I am typing in such a grandiloquent manner. Pompous, overblown oratory, whatever. But this is the only way I can truly verbalise my thoughts. If I think with these words, then I write with these words. I am so sick and tired of reassembling my thoughts before speaking or writing them out on msn/sms just so that people will at least have some sort of logical interconnection with the words I'm trying to convey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why am I such a bitter person? I am exhaustively devoid of any form of human emotion. And I'm beginning to dislike humanity in general. Maybe not dislike &lt;i&gt;humanity&lt;/i&gt; per se. I guess I just repudiate most form of social interactions. I make a concious &lt;i&gt;effort&lt;/i&gt; to talk to people. I'm not one of those who seem to have the natural capacity to express themselves in a way so teeming with fervour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get paroxysms of internal annoyance at some people when they keep talking and talking (be it in person or through other avenues) and I just don't feel like replying. Sometimes they don't get that I want them to leave me alone for a while and so I resort to ignoring them, which is very rude, but that is by far the calmest way to tell them I don't feel like talking. It may not be the most subtle but it's a lot better than me shouting at them to keep quiet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At home, where I'm not obliged to listen to my sisters' random prattle, I just stay in my room to shut everything out. Or when their bickering becomes too overwhelming, I resort to playing random impromptu compositions on the piano. It sux 2 b me. I always get blamed for everything, be it small or major. Just today, I got scolded by one of my sisters for NOT replenishing the shampoo, and then I got scolded by my other sister for actually &lt;i&gt;replenishing&lt;/i&gt; the old toothpaste. And her reason for scolding me was just because she insisted that the stupid toothpaste was not utilised to its fullest potential and thus I cannot shorten its lifespan. -.- All I can say is, clashing ideals thrown onto me, and it becomes my fault. My mother seems to think its my fault too. Isn't it always? She called all three of us to her bedroom to settle this retarded conflict and all the while she was supposed to be scolding US, she kept staring at ME. I got so annoyed I just turned the other way to face the chair and she scolded me with a "Face me when I am talking to you all!" But seriously, if she doesn't have to face the other two when she's supposed to be talking to them too, then why should I be obliged to face her when she's talking to me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But in the end I turned back to face her anyway, since she IS my mother and I should stop being such a rude, selfish ingrate. Afterall, she spent nine months carrying me and gives me almost anything I want. I feel kinda sad for her that I turned into such an anti-social, repulsive, spoilt brat. And I don't need counselling ohkay...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway.&lt;br /&gt;Most people think that I talk quite a fair bit in Crescent and Nj but that wasn't how I was like from the time I was born all the way till primary 6. Fact is, I am a very ungregarious person. And maybe that old side of me is just starting to show through again in Nj, but who cares... I like it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3086973431978492969-7584104807180579526?l=aldarail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aldarail.blogspot.com/feeds/7584104807180579526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3086973431978492969&amp;postID=7584104807180579526' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3086973431978492969/posts/default/7584104807180579526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3086973431978492969/posts/default/7584104807180579526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aldarail.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-wonder-why-that-stuffed-toy-refuses.html' title='I wonder why that stuffed toy refuses to balance properly on the shelf'/><author><name>Nadine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://img371.imageshack.us/img371/4576/nadinewhoopnghv2.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3086973431978492969.post-8538557929622070818</id><published>2008-11-11T22:03:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T23:26:30.947+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Disgusted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:48%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(at myself. is it that hard to change.&lt;br /&gt;what a fool.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3086973431978492969-8538557929622070818?l=aldarail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aldarail.blogspot.com/feeds/8538557929622070818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3086973431978492969&amp;postID=8538557929622070818' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3086973431978492969/posts/default/8538557929622070818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3086973431978492969/posts/default/8538557929622070818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aldarail.blogspot.com/2008/11/disgusted.html' title=''/><author><name>Nadine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://img371.imageshack.us/img371/4576/nadinewhoopnghv2.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3086973431978492969.post-8693811745265695700</id><published>2008-11-05T13:48:00.015+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T01:50:57.426+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wii is stupid.</title><content type='html'>Obama is certainly a better orator. He probably won over most votes because of that. And I'm glad the Americans think the way I do. Obama won 334 votest to McCain's 156, if I remembered correctly. What a landslide victory. And might I add that his thank you speech was awesome. It was like, every sentence he said could be used as a quote. Makes it so much easier for the news broadcasters huh? No need to pick and choose to show only the parts that are interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall try to voice why I feel Obama is a more worthy candidate than McCain. But to do that, I need to understand the viewpoint of McCain supporters, and since I had a bit of trouble trying to come up with reasons as to why anybody would support McCain, I just referred to Ivan's post. Which goes as follows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;- Ok, so I'm not a big fan of Palin, but I don't think she's going to be anywhere a big factor as Dick Cheney was in initiating foreign policy. And about that quote on Russia... it was a joke, surely. I hope.&lt;br /&gt;- Those thinking McCain will be a second Bush, I think, are a bit off. McCain often opposed Bush WHILE WITHIN his own party, which to me says a lot more than opposing him as a Democrat. He has his own mind on things, which I respect.&lt;br /&gt;- Republicans treat Singapore better. History has proven this.&lt;br /&gt;- McCain looks to have the grit to last the distance in Afghanistan and Iraq, which is what America needs right now. NOT to pull away just because they've screwed things up.&lt;br /&gt;- @ Obama's more "consultative" foreign policy: Commendable, but he's going to find it a lot tougher when reality hits. People have built such high expectations on him as a "Representative of Change" that I think they'll be sorely disappointed no matter what happens when he comes in. I like the dude enough not to want to see him fail. Really. I like Obama, respect McCain. McCain is tough enough to handle what's coming to the United States.&lt;br /&gt;- Note that the above doesn't correspond to anything remotely close to proper analysis, and in any case, it looks to be a lost cause anyway. If Obama can live up to just half the hype he has, I'll be happy.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's my view:&lt;br /&gt;- Ohkay, at least we agree on one thing, we are both not a big fan of Palin. And as for the Dick Cheney thing, surely his hard-line approach to foreign policy's gonna be better than Palin who doesn't even have a clue as to who the French President is (&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TQ7Zb0X6zTc&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;Source 1&lt;/a&gt;). &lt;- I have put this link up because my IH teacher says that we always have to cite our sources. And, uh, I don't think that Russia quote thing was a joke. (&lt;a href="http://politicalhumor.about.com/gi/dynamic/offsite.htm?zi=1/XJ&amp;amp;sdn=politicalhumor&amp;amp;cdn=entertainment&amp;amp;tm=19&amp;amp;f=00&amp;amp;su=p504.1.336.ip_&amp;amp;tt=2&amp;amp;bt=1&amp;amp;bts=1&amp;amp;zu=http%3A//www.huffingtonpost.com/2008/09/25/palin-talks-russia-with-k_n_129318.html"&gt;Source 2&lt;/a&gt;). And so by her reasoning, I can conclude that Singaporeans make excellent foreign policy advisors because our tiny Island is located among many different countries. And also because we are very reasonable and don't fight over water and sand trade agreements. (;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- As for McCain opposing Bush too. Yeah well, but for a long period of time, somewhere in the earlier parts of his 72 years of life, he was for, not against, Bush's policies. It was not until later that he started opposing Bush too. Maybe because he actually had to compete against Bush for presidency, and so he had to have differing opinions. And also maybe because he knew America didn't like Bush's policies all that much. But anyway, point is, McCain doesn't have a consistent mindset. He keeps changing his opinion on things. Yeah, change is good, change is what America needs, but not in this case. You never know when he'll just revert back to supporting Bush again. And this point doesn't make sense. To put it more clearly, John McCain has admitted that he sometimes makes fast and surprising decisions that are not thought through carefully. He will then have to deal with results of his decisions. So, why should America put their trust in a president known for the "temperamental, quixotic, and unpredictable whims that guide his decision-making"?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Yes, I agree that for many years, the Republicans have been treating Singapore better, because they care more about international trading than the Democrats do. The Democrats are socialists, so they're more inner-working. However, I believe that Obama is different because he has Kenyan roots and has been to Indonesia. According to Palin's theory that Strategic Geological Location Results In Better Grasp Of Foreign Relations (&lt;a href="http://politicalhumor.about.com/gi/dynamic/offsite.htm?zi=1/XJ&amp;amp;sdn=politicalhumor&amp;amp;cdn=entertainment&amp;amp;tm=19&amp;amp;f=00&amp;amp;su=p504.1.336.ip_&amp;amp;tt=2&amp;amp;bt=1&amp;amp;bts=1&amp;amp;zu=http%3A//www.huffingtonpost.com/2008/09/25/palin-talks-russia-with-k_n_129318.html"&gt;Source 3&lt;/a&gt;), we can conclude Obama is just as enthu about international trade as the Republicans. But anyway as it is, the economy is so bad and America isn't that rich anymore. Trading with them isn't as important as of yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- McCain may &lt;i&gt;seem&lt;/i&gt; like he has the grit, but he might be all talk no action. Something like, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;纸上谈兵&lt;/span&gt; (Sorry, just felt like showing off a bit of my hopeless Chinese here.). America's whole Iraq project seems to be garnering no fruitful results. So instead of just angering the people of Israel further and making America a greater threat for the Al Qaeda bombings, they should really just pull out. Making peace through war is like making a vegetarian salad with meat. Ah, ohkay, never mind, bad analogy. But point is, pulling out is the best way to make peace. And the Iraq government appears to share Obama's pull out hope (&lt;a href="http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/25774091/"&gt;Source 4&lt;/a&gt;).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- On foreign policy, America might be slightly disappointed with Obama's because they had such high expectations of him. But you see, it's either Obama's or McCain's. Obama's foreign policy is better than McCain's (&lt;a href="http://www.huffingtonpost.com/steven-l-spiegel/why-obama-would-be-better_b_139497.html"&gt;Source 5&lt;/a&gt;).  If you click on Source 5 you'd see a long list of reasons why. But anyway here's one:&lt;br /&gt;The elected president will have to deal with the current economic crisis, at least for the next 2 years. Thus he will require an experienced vice president that is familiar with the workings of foreign and national security affairs. Now there we see the blatant contrast that is presented to us. On one end, we have Joe Biden who has 35 years of knowledge and experience in such an area. He is also the current Chair of the Senate Foreign Relations Committee. On the extreme end, we have Sarah Palin who is "inexperienced, unknowledgeable, simply unprepared for a role intended to assist the President on any serious foreign or national security issue".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-And here ends my rant on political matters.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3086973431978492969-8693811745265695700?l=aldarail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aldarail.blogspot.com/feeds/8693811745265695700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3086973431978492969&amp;postID=8693811745265695700' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3086973431978492969/posts/default/8693811745265695700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3086973431978492969/posts/default/8693811745265695700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aldarail.blogspot.com/2008/11/wii-is-stupid.html' title='Wii is stupid.'/><author><name>Nadine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://img371.imageshack.us/img371/4576/nadinewhoopnghv2.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3086973431978492969.post-7119839110484375702</id><published>2008-10-31T16:03:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T20:41:37.318+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Obama for president!</title><content type='html'>I get recurring shudders from all the news on the Presidential Elections. I think the downfall of the world will arrive should MacCane win the elections. The fact that he chose Paylin as his running mate is enough proof of his insanity. Ripe in his old age, I should think there is quite a high chance that he's gonna depart early. Once that happens, Paylin will be the one taking over the Oval Office. Sheesh, you're not really going to leave the fate of Ahmericah in the hands of someone who just got a passport for her 42nd birthday are you? And so the rePelicans argue that there are sufficient advisors to see to it that she doesn't screw up. The fact that they even had to make that statement further goes to show that she is just not capable enough. Ohkay, so even if there &lt;i&gt;are&lt;/i&gt; sufficient advisors, look at how Gorge Boosh turned out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope I don't get sued for defamation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other non-politcal matters,&lt;br /&gt;doesn't anybody else think that the &lt;a href="http://www.geocities.com/catesby_1999/quinn.jpg"&gt;young Anthony Quinn&lt;/a&gt; looks like &lt;a href="http://www.gummylump.com/files/product/a_1226.bert-hand-puppet.jpg"&gt;Bert from Sesame Street&lt;/a&gt;? Lovin' the bushy eyebrows. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too bad my sexy Ernie doesn't even &lt;i&gt;have&lt;/i&gt; eyebrows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;(It's amazing how you can speak right to my heart&lt;br /&gt;Without saying a word, you can light up the dark&lt;br /&gt;Try as I may I could never explain&lt;br /&gt;What I hear when you don't say a thing.)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3086973431978492969-7119839110484375702?l=aldarail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aldarail.blogspot.com/feeds/7119839110484375702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3086973431978492969&amp;postID=7119839110484375702' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3086973431978492969/posts/default/7119839110484375702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3086973431978492969/posts/default/7119839110484375702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aldarail.blogspot.com/2008/10/obama-for-president.html' title='Obama for president!'/><author><name>Nadine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://img371.imageshack.us/img371/4576/nadinewhoopnghv2.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3086973431978492969.post-8383865716259836268</id><published>2008-10-27T01:04:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T01:04:48.353+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The former latter</title><content type='html'>Methinks being anti-social is good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3086973431978492969-8383865716259836268?l=aldarail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aldarail.blogspot.com/feeds/8383865716259836268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3086973431978492969&amp;postID=8383865716259836268' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3086973431978492969/posts/default/8383865716259836268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3086973431978492969/posts/default/8383865716259836268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aldarail.blogspot.com/2008/10/former-latter.html' title='The former latter'/><author><name>Nadine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://img371.imageshack.us/img371/4576/nadinewhoopnghv2.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3086973431978492969.post-6904696639329264528</id><published>2008-10-22T19:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T19:40:50.680+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Derrick!</title><content type='html'>If 7/11 is open 365 days a year, 24 hours a day, why are there still locks on the doors?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3086973431978492969-6904696639329264528?l=aldarail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aldarail.blogspot.com/feeds/6904696639329264528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3086973431978492969&amp;postID=6904696639329264528' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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ah?&lt;br /&gt;Nadine: Oh, on the other side of the world in Europe.&lt;br /&gt;Hazel: Huh? I thought England was in America?&lt;br /&gt;Qiqi: NO! England's in the UK.&lt;br /&gt;Nadine: London's in England.&lt;br /&gt;Hazel: HUH?! I thought London was in Paris?!?&lt;br /&gt;Nadine: Uh, NO? Paris is in France.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3086973431978492969-4636077499220669490?l=aldarail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aldarail.blogspot.com/feeds/4636077499220669490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3086973431978492969&amp;postID=4636077499220669490' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3086973431978492969/posts/default/4636077499220669490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3086973431978492969/posts/default/4636077499220669490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aldarail.blogspot.com/2008/10/happy-birthday-hazel.html' title='Happy Birthday Hazel'/><author><name>Nadine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://img371.imageshack.us/img371/4576/nadinewhoopnghv2.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3086973431978492969.post-8805760957481298573</id><published>2008-10-05T20:28:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-05T20:40:58.981+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy (belated) Birthday Qiqi</title><content type='html'>Why do people go&lt;br /&gt;"Eh girlgirl ah, do well for exams okay?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a wholly redundant statement. I mean, sure we'd do well if we had the choice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want a new guitar.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3086973431978492969-8805760957481298573?l=aldarail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aldarail.blogspot.com/feeds/8805760957481298573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3086973431978492969&amp;postID=8805760957481298573' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3086973431978492969/posts/default/8805760957481298573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3086973431978492969/posts/default/8805760957481298573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aldarail.blogspot.com/2008/10/happy-belated-birthday-qiqi.html' title='Happy (belated) Birthday Qiqi'/><author><name>Nadine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://img371.imageshack.us/img371/4576/nadinewhoopnghv2.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3086973431978492969.post-919643941570601623</id><published>2008-10-03T21:06:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-03T23:34:34.830+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sexy Six</title><content type='html'>3.2km on Wednesday, 8.4km yesterday and 9km at Macritchie today.&lt;br /&gt;Ah, I love running.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So PSLE is in full swing now, and I come home only to find my primary six sister 'actively' partaking in quiescent dormancy on the sofa.&lt;br /&gt;She has a bright future ahead of her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was reading my other friend's wikipedia page and came across this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yJ8ZyUc_qLQ/SOY6SXmXKdI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/B8TTMh3BI9Q/s1600-h/barackobamawiki.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yJ8ZyUc_qLQ/SOY6SXmXKdI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/B8TTMh3BI9Q/s400/barackobamawiki.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252950102621235666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;America loves him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Yeah yeah, I know Hussein's his real name but still it's funny. Talk about oxymoronic.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sheesh, I really wonder what mr. ! will have to say about my ear piercings on Monday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3086973431978492969-919643941570601623?l=aldarail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aldarail.blogspot.com/feeds/919643941570601623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3086973431978492969&amp;postID=919643941570601623' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3086973431978492969/posts/default/919643941570601623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3086973431978492969/posts/default/919643941570601623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aldarail.blogspot.com/2008/10/sexy-six.html' title='Sexy Six'/><author><name>Nadine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://img371.imageshack.us/img371/4576/nadinewhoopnghv2.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yJ8ZyUc_qLQ/SOY6SXmXKdI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/B8TTMh3BI9Q/s72-c/barackobamawiki.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3086973431978492969.post-8631090940564322292</id><published>2008-10-02T22:42:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T23:23:59.122+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I shall think up a title later</title><content type='html'>After-exam periods are a typical Singaporean fete. But not for xxxJC, because it just &lt;i&gt;had&lt;/i&gt; to organise some games festival. Oh, humour me. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now I've made my mark as a cynical ingrate. How sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I'm not going to pon school tomorrow. It's just that I have the ability to forsee that I will be unwell. Cheers.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3086973431978492969-8631090940564322292?l=aldarail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aldarail.blogspot.com/feeds/8631090940564322292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3086973431978492969&amp;postID=8631090940564322292' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3086973431978492969/posts/default/8631090940564322292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3086973431978492969/posts/default/8631090940564322292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aldarail.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-shall-think-up-title-later.html' title='I shall think up a title later'/><author><name>Nadine</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://img371.imageshack.us/img371/4576/nadinewhoopnghv2.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
