<?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-5421703628115951682</id><updated>2012-02-17T00:42:56.380+08:00</updated><category term='valentines day'/><category term='New. Very new.'/><title type='text'>Endorphin Effects</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://endorphineffects.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5421703628115951682/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://endorphineffects.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>c@ssie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13081082414675873763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>40</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5421703628115951682.post-4591997442758679224</id><published>2009-08-04T23:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T23:02:56.737+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello, sweetheart.</title><content type='html'>Hello sweetheart.&lt;br /&gt;It feels like its been a lifetime. You look well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(But I'm not.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh? Well, that's nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(But its not.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its all a matter of perspectives, my dear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(If you say so.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5421703628115951682-4591997442758679224?l=endorphineffects.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://endorphineffects.blogspot.com/feeds/4591997442758679224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5421703628115951682&amp;postID=4591997442758679224' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5421703628115951682/posts/default/4591997442758679224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5421703628115951682/posts/default/4591997442758679224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://endorphineffects.blogspot.com/2009/08/hello-sweetheart.html' title='Hello, sweetheart.'/><author><name>c@ssie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13081082414675873763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5421703628115951682.post-6540965290054210197</id><published>2009-07-11T21:15:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-11T23:54:05.881+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Contradictions.</title><content type='html'>I really love today's weather.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its so cool and windy, even with the sun so warm and pretty fierce. Feels a lot like Adelaide, heh.&lt;br /&gt;Hm. Adelaide. Fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Happy pills?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Nah, I'm happy enough.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5421703628115951682-6540965290054210197?l=endorphineffects.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://endorphineffects.blogspot.com/feeds/6540965290054210197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5421703628115951682&amp;postID=6540965290054210197' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5421703628115951682/posts/default/6540965290054210197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5421703628115951682/posts/default/6540965290054210197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://endorphineffects.blogspot.com/2009/07/contradictions.html' title='Contradictions.'/><author><name>c@ssie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13081082414675873763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5421703628115951682.post-2631640072117892806</id><published>2009-07-08T21:09:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T21:12:17.030+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sick.</title><content type='html'>Ugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really really really hate being sick. Its all the medicine's fault I'm feeling so bloody weak, I tell you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5421703628115951682-2631640072117892806?l=endorphineffects.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://endorphineffects.blogspot.com/feeds/2631640072117892806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5421703628115951682&amp;postID=2631640072117892806' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5421703628115951682/posts/default/2631640072117892806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5421703628115951682/posts/default/2631640072117892806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://endorphineffects.blogspot.com/2009/07/sick.html' title='Sick.'/><author><name>c@ssie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13081082414675873763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5421703628115951682.post-2493006434227609576</id><published>2009-06-23T21:46:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T23:50:47.557+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Masochistic?</title><content type='html'>Muddy, muddy brown. There was nothing else to describe it, because that was what it was. A single monotone of brown throughout, only with a layer of water floating on top. It looked a lot like rainwater, before it seeped down into the soil. Maybe the soil wasn't properly irritated. I swirled the plastic cup. The thin, almost indiscernible line between the two vanished.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There. I did it. A small paragraph describing the milo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daaang. I just cut myself on a pair of really sharp scissors. By rubbing my thumb over one of the edges, in an attempt to remove the ink stains on them. Which, come to think of it, five minutes later, was a really awfully stupid thing to do. Argh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It hurts. I'm not cut out to be masochistic.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5421703628115951682-2493006434227609576?l=endorphineffects.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://endorphineffects.blogspot.com/feeds/2493006434227609576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5421703628115951682&amp;postID=2493006434227609576' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5421703628115951682/posts/default/2493006434227609576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5421703628115951682/posts/default/2493006434227609576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://endorphineffects.blogspot.com/2009/06/masochistic.html' title='Masochistic?'/><author><name>c@ssie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13081082414675873763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5421703628115951682.post-8539483391124579300</id><published>2009-06-11T09:47:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T09:48:54.293+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.the-n.com/quizzes/quiz/3446"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.the-n.com/media/quiz/badges/age/6.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div   style="width: 250px;font-family:verdana;font-size:10px;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aha... So Minying and Yujia were right.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5421703628115951682-8539483391124579300?l=endorphineffects.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://endorphineffects.blogspot.com/feeds/8539483391124579300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5421703628115951682&amp;postID=8539483391124579300' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5421703628115951682/posts/default/8539483391124579300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5421703628115951682/posts/default/8539483391124579300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://endorphineffects.blogspot.com/2009/06/aha.html' title=''/><author><name>c@ssie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13081082414675873763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5421703628115951682.post-8422830608913323576</id><published>2009-05-31T20:23:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T20:25:19.960+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ugh.</title><content type='html'>ljaldfjlekafn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should be at Fort Canning Park now watching Much Ado About Nothing.&lt;br /&gt;But I'm obviously not.&lt;br /&gt;Instead, I'm re-reading the proper way to suck-up to some official, in the format of a formal letter of complaint, so that he/she will take up my well-meaning and politically-correct suggestions, in an effort to Make The World A Better Place.&lt;br /&gt;Woohoo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;acneaj;feawslf.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5421703628115951682-8422830608913323576?l=endorphineffects.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://endorphineffects.blogspot.com/feeds/8422830608913323576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5421703628115951682&amp;postID=8422830608913323576' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5421703628115951682/posts/default/8422830608913323576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5421703628115951682/posts/default/8422830608913323576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://endorphineffects.blogspot.com/2009/05/ugh.html' title='Ugh.'/><author><name>c@ssie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13081082414675873763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5421703628115951682.post-4318676304609332526</id><published>2009-05-28T22:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T22:49:58.588+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fairy Dust.</title><content type='html'>The insistance of people over msn does wonders to bored souls suffering from an overdose of Chinese. Which is why I'm here, posting this, even though a few minutes ago, I was explaining to them about how typing/writing out my thoughts made me feel vulerable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But a lot of things make you feel vulnerable.&lt;br /&gt;(It doesn't mean you avoid them as a whole)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vulnerability, after all, makes you feel alive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Lets all try to believe in fairies. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Even if we all know that Tinkerbell does die in the end.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5421703628115951682-4318676304609332526?l=endorphineffects.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://endorphineffects.blogspot.com/feeds/4318676304609332526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5421703628115951682&amp;postID=4318676304609332526' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5421703628115951682/posts/default/4318676304609332526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5421703628115951682/posts/default/4318676304609332526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://endorphineffects.blogspot.com/2009/05/fairy-dust.html' title='Fairy Dust.'/><author><name>c@ssie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13081082414675873763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5421703628115951682.post-4247728612862144425</id><published>2008-11-06T00:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T00:31:26.546+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nerves</title><content type='html'>Oh man oh man.&lt;br /&gt;Twenty-four hours till the plane trip.&lt;br /&gt;And then till Adelaide, Australia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't sit still without twitching.&lt;br /&gt;Its like a mixture of nerves, excitement, and some oddly dark foreboding.&lt;br /&gt;I don't understand why, though.&lt;br /&gt;Why should I be scared?&lt;br /&gt;Unless somewhere, deep inside me, I believe Carmina's story about the murdering and floating corpses in the Hostel-like place.&lt;br /&gt;But I don't of course.&lt;br /&gt;Because that's just silly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note, 3/3 had its class BBQ today.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to Kiuyan for lending us her condominium's BBQ pit, Minyi and Cheryl for planning all the messy little details out.&lt;br /&gt;It was fun.&lt;br /&gt;Went BBQ-grocery-shopping after the ATC briefing, at J8.&lt;br /&gt;I should improve on my calculative-ness from Cheryl, hahah. She's good at it.&lt;br /&gt;After that, we went off to Kiuyan's condo!&lt;br /&gt;I carried the chips.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Olivia and Menghong started the fire.&lt;br /&gt;I just tried to put on more charcoals.&lt;br /&gt;And I ate a lot a lot of marshmallows, hahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then some of us went to play with the fountain-thing-thing.&lt;br /&gt;If you cup your hands at the exactly right angle, you can spray the person next to you.&lt;br /&gt;Of course, you get wet too.&lt;br /&gt;And at some point, we went to the pool. Kiuyan's condo has a really nice pool.&lt;br /&gt;1.2m deep.&lt;br /&gt;And the guys went in. Zaff, Menghong, Harris, and (a forced) Shafeeq.&lt;br /&gt;Then the girls finally went in.&lt;br /&gt;And everyone pushed everyone else into the water.&lt;br /&gt;(I went in by a certain &lt;i&gt;someone's&lt;/i&gt; push. Granted, I had just pushed someone in as well...)&lt;br /&gt;The water was nice. Cooling. Though it has a habit of dragging your pants down when you move about, thus almost-exposing certain undergarments.&lt;br /&gt;But still. Fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we took (a lot of) photos, and went back, dripping wet, and tried to blend into the crowd of prawn-eating people again.&lt;br /&gt;And more photos were taken.&lt;br /&gt;And more food eaten.&lt;br /&gt;And we finally reached a certain point where we all got somewhat bored of sitting around there, so we packed up, and headed for the air-conditioned room at the lobby of the condo.&lt;br /&gt;But Olivia, Zaff, Menghong and Rachel went for another swim first.&lt;br /&gt;Pity I had already changed, then. Hm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And more photos were taken.&lt;br /&gt;Snap snap snap.&lt;br /&gt;I think we scared the little kids in the room.&lt;br /&gt;Their balloon kept floating over to us, and they seemed really disappointed every time it did, even though we always returned them.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe they didn't like us looking at them. Maybe.&lt;br /&gt;And we all walked back to J8, and went home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, fun (: Very much.&lt;br /&gt;Hope the photos are up in the blog soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5421703628115951682-4247728612862144425?l=endorphineffects.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://endorphineffects.blogspot.com/feeds/4247728612862144425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5421703628115951682&amp;postID=4247728612862144425' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5421703628115951682/posts/default/4247728612862144425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5421703628115951682/posts/default/4247728612862144425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://endorphineffects.blogspot.com/2008/11/nerves.html' title='Nerves'/><author><name>c@ssie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13081082414675873763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5421703628115951682.post-365685665482701781</id><published>2008-11-04T20:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T00:29:16.726+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;1) The person who tagged you is?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Veron&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Your relationship with him/her is?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friend, I suppose? Three years or so, so far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3) Your 5 impressions of him/her?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Photoshop-pro-in-denial&lt;br /&gt;2. ...Uguu?&lt;br /&gt;3. SnowSerene. Hahahah. Sorry, but its the first thing that came up xD&lt;br /&gt;4. Fluffy sheepy who provides nice, woolen blankets to the whole of DD&lt;br /&gt;5. An awesome person overall, who loves her friends and 'family' so very, very much :3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4) The most memorable thing he/she has done for you?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So many things, really. Gave me that Haruhi signature for my birthday? Set up ZC/DD radio. Got stuck with a lighted splint to produce the 'Moeeeee~" sound, ahah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5) The most memorable thing he/she has said to you?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"-glomps-"&lt;br /&gt;And she says it so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6) If he/she becomes your lover, you will?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;Ask her to feed me marshmallows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) If he/she becomes your lover, the thing he/she has to improve on will be?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing.&lt;br /&gt;She's already awesome the way she is.&lt;br /&gt;... But she won't. Because I'm not into yuri, desu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8) If he/she becomes your enemy, you will?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Give her the rights to formally construct CFC, to make her happy-ish.&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe say 'Onii-chan~~~" to make her heart go all melty and forgive me for whatever I did.&lt;br /&gt;Yay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10) You want to tell for him/her now is?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good luck for Os. And stop thinking so lowly of yourself.&lt;br /&gt;Its depressing for the rest of us too D&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;11) Your overall impression of him/her is?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-glomps-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;12) How do you think people around you feel about you?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ehm. I have no idea.&lt;br /&gt;Someone who eats too many sweets, reads too many books, talks too little/too much (depends on the person who you're asking?), spends too much time on the computer, studies way too little.&lt;br /&gt;Yes. I think that's it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;13) The characteristics you love of yourself are?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like my hair colour. Black. Yes, I like it.&lt;br /&gt;And my chewed-on fingernails.&lt;br /&gt;And maybe that I smile/laugh at odd times, where you really aren't supposed to.&lt;br /&gt;Yes. Proud of them all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;14) On the contrary, characteristics you hate of yourself are?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too indecisive, lazy, self-conscious.&lt;br /&gt;Too picky too?&lt;br /&gt;And the few freckles on my cheeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;15) The most ideal person you want to be is?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone... Normal?&lt;br /&gt;No wait. That would probably be boring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;16) For people that care and like you, say something to them.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you very much for your care and... like?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;17) Pass this quiz to 10 people that you wish to know how they feel about you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Carmina&lt;br /&gt;2. Exzy&lt;br /&gt;3. Otoo-san&lt;br /&gt;4. Zhixin&lt;br /&gt;5. Kookies&lt;br /&gt;6. Veron&lt;br /&gt;7. Praveena&lt;br /&gt;8. Yujia&lt;br /&gt;9. Sylvia&lt;br /&gt;10. Cheryl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;18) Who is No.6 having a relationship with? &lt;/strong&gt;(Veron)&lt;br /&gt;Usa-chan?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;19) Is No.9 a male or female? &lt;/strong&gt;(Sylvia)&lt;br /&gt;Female, I suppose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;20) If No.7 and No.10 are together, will it be a good thing?&lt;/strong&gt; (Praveena + Cheryl)&lt;br /&gt;Ahahah. I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;The whole world would go crazy under their reign.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;21) What is No.2 studying?&lt;/strong&gt; (Exzy)&lt;br /&gt;Hentai-ism major, lolicon as an additional subject.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;22) When was the last time you had a chat with No.3? &lt;/strong&gt;(Otoo-san)&lt;br /&gt;Last night, via msn/radio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;23) What kind of music band does No.8 like?&lt;/strong&gt; (Yujia)&lt;br /&gt;Chinese music?&lt;br /&gt;OH OH OH.&lt;br /&gt;JAY CHOU! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;24) Does No.1 have any siblings? &lt;/strong&gt;(Carmina)&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, one elder sister.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;25) Will you woo No.3?&lt;/strong&gt; (Otoo-san)&lt;br /&gt;No thanks. Not into incest o:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;26) How about No.7? &lt;/strong&gt;(Praveena)&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha, nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Someone&lt;/i&gt; would kill me (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;27) Is No.4 single?&lt;/strong&gt; (Zhixin)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;No, of course she isn't she has-&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, she is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;28) What is the surname of No.5?&lt;/strong&gt; (Kookies)&lt;br /&gt;I don't know D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;29) What is the hobby of No.10?&lt;/strong&gt; (Cheryl)&lt;br /&gt;Singing random songs at random intervals in random places to random people.&lt;br /&gt;Yes.&lt;br /&gt;And swimming, I suppose?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;30) Does No.5 and No.9 get along well?&lt;/strong&gt; (Kookies + Sylvia)&lt;br /&gt;They don't know each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;31) Where is No.2 studying at?&lt;/strong&gt; (Exzy)&lt;br /&gt;Something-something secondary school.&lt;br /&gt;I KNOW THIS.&lt;br /&gt;... I just forgot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;32) Say something about No.1&lt;/strong&gt; (Carmina)&lt;br /&gt;She needs to realize that she's not at all fat.&lt;br /&gt;And that she should really budget her money better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33) Have you tried developing feelings for No.8?&lt;/strong&gt; (Yujia)&lt;br /&gt;Eh? No, not at all.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not into Yuri.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;34) Where does No.9 live? &lt;/strong&gt;(Sylvia)&lt;br /&gt;Hougang!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;35) What colour does No.4 like? &lt;/strong&gt;(Zhixin)&lt;br /&gt;Green and yellow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;36) Are No.1 and No.5 best friends?&lt;/strong&gt; (Carmina + Kookies)&lt;br /&gt;They don't know each other.&lt;br /&gt;But they might be, if they did.&lt;br /&gt;They're both insane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;37) Does No. 1 have any pets? &lt;/strong&gt;(Carmina)&lt;br /&gt;A pet apple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;38) Is No.7 the sexiest person in the world?&lt;/strong&gt; (Praveena)&lt;br /&gt;To some 20+ people, yes, I suppose :D&lt;br /&gt;But yeah, she's really pretty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;39) What is No.10 doing now? &lt;/strong&gt;(Cheryl)&lt;br /&gt;Probably studying for her Os.&lt;br /&gt;Or sleeping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marryatville hosting list is up.&lt;br /&gt;And that brings us to a grand total of another one more day till we leave (considering its already past midnight).&lt;br /&gt;I'm starting to get that jittery feeling.&lt;br /&gt;That one where you can't sit right, you feel like twitching, and your heart sometimes feels like leaping out.&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes.&lt;br /&gt;Its almost here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I haven't finished packing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5421703628115951682-365685665482701781?l=endorphineffects.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://endorphineffects.blogspot.com/feeds/365685665482701781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5421703628115951682&amp;postID=365685665482701781' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5421703628115951682/posts/default/365685665482701781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5421703628115951682/posts/default/365685665482701781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://endorphineffects.blogspot.com/2008/11/1-person-who-tagged-you-is-veron-2-your.html' title=''/><author><name>c@ssie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13081082414675873763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5421703628115951682.post-8287444073113805218</id><published>2008-10-20T17:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T17:59:12.077+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Muffled</title><content type='html'>The slightly muffled evening sun looks nice against the wet shadows of people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were no underlying meanings or implications in that sentence, its just an observation. And something to keep my blog from dying a slow and terrible death. Again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good luck to all of you who are taking your Os right now!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5421703628115951682-8287444073113805218?l=endorphineffects.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://endorphineffects.blogspot.com/feeds/8287444073113805218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5421703628115951682&amp;postID=8287444073113805218' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5421703628115951682/posts/default/8287444073113805218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5421703628115951682/posts/default/8287444073113805218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://endorphineffects.blogspot.com/2008/10/muffled.html' title='Muffled'/><author><name>c@ssie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13081082414675873763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5421703628115951682.post-6563391229994186876</id><published>2008-09-24T18:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-24T18:39:56.952+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Semi-beautiful.</title><content type='html'>The sky looks semi-beautiful today.&lt;br /&gt;But only semi-.&lt;br /&gt;Its not all that beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should really stop reading so much. &lt;i style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;(into that moment)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5421703628115951682-6563391229994186876?l=endorphineffects.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://endorphineffects.blogspot.com/feeds/6563391229994186876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5421703628115951682&amp;postID=6563391229994186876' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5421703628115951682/posts/default/6563391229994186876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5421703628115951682/posts/default/6563391229994186876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://endorphineffects.blogspot.com/2008/09/semi-beautiful.html' title='Semi-beautiful.'/><author><name>c@ssie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13081082414675873763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5421703628115951682.post-851180228683293363</id><published>2008-09-23T20:31:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-23T21:02:50.174+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Linger</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Q. Besides your mouth, where is your favorite spot to get kissed?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A. Eh? I don't know...? I never got kissed before. Well, &lt;i&gt;that&lt;/i&gt; kind of kiss, anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Q. Were you happy when you woke up today?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A. Not really. I'm never happy when I wake up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Q. How about now?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A. Yeah, somewhat. For unknown reasons, even to myself o.o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Q. Do you eat candy on a daily basis?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A. Ahahahahahaha. Yes, actually. And I'm probably the only one who would say this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Q. Who was the last person you ate with?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A. Mom and grandmother. Home. An hour ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Q. Are you currently taking a science class in school?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A. Uhhuh. Physics and Chemistry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Q. Kiss on the first date?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A. I don't know...?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;. Would you rather have chicken or steak?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A. Eh... Steak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Q. What were you doing at 10 am?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A. In school. -checks timetable- In Chinese class, doing the test test thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Q. Are you different now than you were six months ago?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A. My hair is shorter I suppose? Six months would be... Ehm, March. Taller I hope? I suppose I went through quite a lot in that six months. Everyone did, I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Q. What was the last beverage you spilled on yourself?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A. Water? I can't remember when I last spilled something on myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Q. How old will you be in 10 months?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A. Sixteen, I guess? My birthday's in June.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Q. Who was the last person to text you?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A. -checks- Tan Zhi Xin?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Q. What month is your birthday in?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A. June. Yes, gemini month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Q. Can you live a day without tv?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A. Sure. I live plenty of days without TV o:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Q. When was the last time you saw your dad?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A. Ten minutes ago. He just came home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Q. How many pets do you have?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A. None. Unless you count the dust bunnies under my bed...? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Q. How many houses have you lived in?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A. -mentally counts- Four.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Q. How many city/towns have you lived in?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A. Two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Q. Do you prefer shoes, socks, or bare feet?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A. Shoes on hot, 'sharp' surfaces. Socks on the black box floor. Bare feet on the grass, and sand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Q. What is your favorite color?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A. Red, no questions asked :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Q. What are you doing for your next birthday?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A. Its nine months away, how would I know now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Q. What are you thinking about right now?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A. How I should really be studying my Physics now, instead of doing this, if I should get over my laziness and go get a cup of water, about today's Drama class, about the math question I still don't quite get.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, I multi-task.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Q. Any plans for next weekend?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A. Study.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;Q. Do you smile a lot?&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A. Uhhuh. Or at least I think I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Q. When was the last time you cried and why?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A. Approximately three weeks ago. Er, drama filming, nervous breakdown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Q. Have you ever had a life-threatening injury?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A. Eh, no I suppose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Q.What do you want to be when you grow up?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A. &lt;strike&gt;Anime seiyuu&lt;/strike&gt; Primary school teacher. Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Q. Do you like flying or driving?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A. Hopping. I'm not qualified to do either of the stated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Q. Do you know how to drive a stick shift?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A. Stick shift...? Never heard of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Q. What is your favorite thing to spend money on?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A. Books. Manga? Games. Books.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Q. Do you wear any jewelry daily?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A. Nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Q. Who got you the jewelry you are currently wearing?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A. N/A&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Q.Who is the funniest person you know?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A. There are too many. No, seriously. This is why I laugh on a daily basis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Q. How often do you remember your dreams?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A. Very often? I have a feeling that it gets distorted after a while of being tossed around during my brain's analysis, though. I've been dreaming of er... O level drama class people. I think. I remember seeing Cheryl and Carmina and Zaff and Abraham and Sylvia and Afiqah...? [/vague notion]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Q. What is your ringtone?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A. Hare Hare Yukai. Don't give me &lt;i&gt;that&lt;/i&gt; look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Q. Skim, 1%, 2%, or whole milk?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A. Chocolate. Milk. Yes :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Q. Are you mad about anything?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A. A lot of things. Its easier to state the things that I'm not mad about. Like math.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Q. What time did you go to sleep last night?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A. Early, surprisingly. Like, ten-thirty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I know I'm supposed to be mugging. I &lt;i&gt;do&lt;/i&gt; know it, and practice it, contrary to what some people might think or say. Neither am I effing &lt;u&gt;blind&lt;/u&gt; or &lt;u&gt;deaf&lt;/u&gt;. But never mind. Dwell not on the bad. I feel surprisingly happy-ish today, considering there's nothing to be especially happy about. But still, its a good feeling. It doesn't come much, nowadays...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A beautiful link for all those other anti-Twilighters out there:&lt;br /&gt;http://otahyoni.livejournal.com/130432.html&lt;br /&gt;Savour it. Understand it. Laugh your asses off at it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now to attend to Physics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Linger a little longer?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5421703628115951682-851180228683293363?l=endorphineffects.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://endorphineffects.blogspot.com/feeds/851180228683293363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5421703628115951682&amp;postID=851180228683293363' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5421703628115951682/posts/default/851180228683293363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5421703628115951682/posts/default/851180228683293363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://endorphineffects.blogspot.com/2008/09/linger.html' title='Linger'/><author><name>c@ssie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13081082414675873763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5421703628115951682.post-6437230978658270080</id><published>2008-09-21T21:15:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-21T21:29:33.596+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stereotypes</title><content type='html'>Stolen from &lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;fanfiction.net&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;u&gt;For people that hate stereotypes: If you think people should just shut up and stop, put this on your &lt;strike&gt;profile&lt;/strike&gt; blog. (BOLD the ones you are.)&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm SKINNY, so I MUST be anorexic.&lt;br /&gt;I'm EMO, so I MUST cut my wrists.&lt;br /&gt;I'm a NEGRO so I MUST carry a gun.&lt;br /&gt;I'm BLONDE, so I MUST be a ditz&lt;br /&gt;I'm JAMAICAN so I MUST smoke weed.&lt;br /&gt;I'm HAITIAN so I MUST eat cat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I'm ASIAN, so I MUST be sexy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; [what the hell, much?]&lt;br /&gt;I'm JEWISH, so I MUST be greedy.&lt;br /&gt;I'm GAY, so I MUST have AIDS.&lt;br /&gt;I'm a LESBIAN, so I MUST have a sex-tape.&lt;br /&gt;I'm ARAB, so I MUST be a terrorist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I SPEAK MY MIND, so I MUST be a bitch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'm a GAY RIGHTS SUPPORTER, so I WILL go to hell.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a CHRISTAN, so I MUST think gay people should go to hell.&lt;br /&gt;I'm RELIGIOUS, so I MUST shove my beliefs down your throat.&lt;br /&gt;I'm ATHEIST so I MUST hate the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I don't have a RELIGION, so I MUST be evil and have no morals.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm REPUBLICAN, so I MUST not care about poor people.&lt;br /&gt;I'm DEMOCRAT, so I MUST not believe in being responsible.&lt;br /&gt;I am LIBERAL, so I MUST be gay.&lt;br /&gt;I'm SOUTHERN, so I MUST be white trash.&lt;br /&gt;I TAKE (or used to take) ANTI-DEPRESSANTS, so I MUST be crazy.&lt;br /&gt;I'm a GUY, so I MUST only want to get into your pants.&lt;br /&gt;I'm IRISH, so I MUST have a bad drinking problem.&lt;br /&gt;I'm INDIAN, so I MUST own a convenient store.&lt;br /&gt;I'm NATIVE AMERICAN, so I MUST dance around a fire screaming like a savage.&lt;br /&gt;I'm a CHEERLEADER, so I MUST be a whore.&lt;br /&gt;I'm a DANCER, So I must be stupid, stuck up, and a whore.&lt;br /&gt;I wear SKIRTS a lot, so I MUST be a slut.&lt;br /&gt;I'm a PUNK, so I MUST do drugs.&lt;br /&gt;I'm RICH, so I MUST be a conceited snob.&lt;br /&gt;I WEAR BLACK, so I MUST be a goth or emo.&lt;br /&gt;I'm a WHITE GIRL, so I MUST be a nagging, steal-your-money kind of girlfriend.&lt;br /&gt;I'm CUBAN, so I MUST spend my spare time rolling cigars.&lt;br /&gt;I'm NOT A VIRGIN, so I MUST be easy.&lt;br /&gt;I FELL IN LOVE WITH A MARRIED MAN, so I MUST be a home-wrecking whore.&lt;br /&gt;I'm a TEENAGE MOM, so I MUST be an irresponsible slut.&lt;br /&gt;I'm POLISH, so I MUST wear my socks with my sandals.&lt;br /&gt;I'm ITALIAN, so I must have a "big one".&lt;br /&gt;I'm EGYPTIAN, so I must be a TERRORIST!&lt;br /&gt;I'm PRETTY, so I MUST not be a virgin.&lt;br /&gt;I HAVE STRAIGHT A'S, so I MUST have no social life.&lt;br /&gt;I DYE MY HAIR CRAZY COLORS, so I MUST be looking for attention.&lt;br /&gt;I DRESS IN UNUSUAL WAYS so I MUST be looking for attention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'm INTO THEATER &amp;amp; ART, so I MUST be a homosexual.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a VEGETARIAN, so I MUST be a crazy political activist.&lt;br /&gt;I HAVE A BUNCH OF GUY FRIENDS, so I MUST be fucking them all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I HAVE A BUNCH OF GIRLS WHO ARE FRIENDS, so I MUST be a player.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have Big BOOBS, so I MUST be a hoe.&lt;br /&gt;I'm COLOMBIAN, so I MUST be a drug dealer.&lt;br /&gt;I WEAR WHAT I WANT, so I MUST be a poser.&lt;br /&gt;I'm RUSSIAN, so I MUST be cool and thats how Russians roll.&lt;br /&gt;I'm GERMAN, so I must be a Nazi.&lt;br /&gt;I hang out with GAYS, so I must be GAY TOO.&lt;br /&gt;I'm BRAZILIAN, so I MUST have a BIG BUTT.&lt;br /&gt;I'm PUERTO RICAN, so I MUST look good and be conceited.&lt;br /&gt;I'm SALVADORIAN, so I MUST be in MS 13.&lt;br /&gt;I'm POLISH, so I MUST be greedy.&lt;br /&gt;I'm HAWAIIAN so I MUST be lazy.&lt;br /&gt;I'm PERUVIAN, so I MUST like llamas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Im a STONER so I MUST be going in the wrong direction.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Im a VIRGIN so I MUST be prude.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im STRAIGHT EDGE so I must be violent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'm a FEMALE GAMER, so I MUST be ugly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm BLACK so I MUST love fried chicken and kool-aid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'm a GIRL who actually EATS LUNCH, so I MUST be fat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'm SINGLE so I MUST be ugly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a SKATER so I must do weed and steal stuff&lt;br /&gt;I'm a PUNK so I must only wear black and date only other punks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'm ASIAN so I must be a NERD that does HOMEWORK 24/7&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm CHRISTIAN so I MUST hate homosexuals.&lt;br /&gt;I'm MIXED so I must be screwed up.&lt;br /&gt;I'm MUSLIM so I MUST be a terrorist.&lt;br /&gt;I'm in BAND, so I MUST be a dork.&lt;br /&gt;I'm BLACK so I MUST believe JESUS WUZ A BROTHA&lt;br /&gt;I'm MORMON so I MUST be perfect&lt;br /&gt;I'm WHITE and have black friends so I MUST think I'm black&lt;br /&gt;I'm GOTH so I MUST worship the devil.&lt;br /&gt;I'm HISPANIC, so I MUST be dirty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'm NOT LIKE EVERYONE ELSE, so I MUST be a loser.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm OVERWEIGHT, so I MUST have a problem with self control.&lt;br /&gt;I'm PREPPY, so I MUST shun those who don't wear Abercrombie &amp;amp; Hollister.&lt;br /&gt;I'm on a DANCE team, so I must be stupid, stuck up, and a whore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'm YOUNG, so I MUST be naive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm MEXICAN, so I MUST have hopped the border.&lt;br /&gt;I GOT A CAR FOR MY BIRTHDAY, so I MUST be a spoiled brat.&lt;br /&gt;I'm BLACK, so I MUST love watermelon&lt;br /&gt;I'm BI, so I MUST think every person I see is hot.&lt;br /&gt;I'm an ASIAN GUY, so I MUST have a small penis.&lt;br /&gt;I'm a GUY CHEERLEADER, so I MUST be gay.&lt;br /&gt;I'm a PREP, so I MUST be rich.&lt;br /&gt;I don't like the SUN so I MUST be an albino.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I have a lot of FRIENDS, so I MUST love to drink and party.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wear tight PANTS and I'm a guy, so I MUST be emo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I couldn't hurt a FLY, So I MUST be a pussy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I support GAY RIGHTS, so I MUST fit in with everyone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hang out with teenage drinkers and smokers, so I MUST smoke and drink too.&lt;br /&gt;I have ARTISTIC TALENT, so I MUST think little of those who don't.&lt;br /&gt;I don't like to be in a BIG GROUP, so I MUST be anti-social.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I have a DIFFERENT sense of HUMOR, so I MUST be crazy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tell people OFF, so I MUST be an over controlling bitch.&lt;br /&gt;My hair gets GREASY a lot, so I MUST have no hygiene skills.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'm DEFENSIVE, so I MUST be over controlling and a bitch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a NUDIST, so I MUST want everyone to see my boobs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I read Comics, so I MUST be a loser.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hang out with a FORMER PROSTITUTE so I MUST be a whore myself.&lt;br /&gt;I'm TEXAN so I MUST ride a horse&lt;br /&gt;I’m a CROSSDRESSER, so I must be homosexual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I draw ANIME so I MUST be a freak.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a FANGIRL so I MUST be a crazy, obsessed stalker.&lt;br /&gt;I WATCH PORN so I MUST be perverted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'm an ONLY CHILD so I MUST be spoiled.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'm INTELLIGENT so I MUST be weak.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; [We'd have to define intelligent, but yeah.]&lt;br /&gt;I am AMERICAN so I MUST be obese, loud-mouthed and arrogant.&lt;br /&gt;I'm WELSH so I MUST love sheep&lt;br /&gt;I'm SCOTTISH so I MUST have ginger hair and wear a skirts (It's actually called a kilt)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I’m a YOUNG WRITER, so I MUST be emo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m CANADIAN, so I MUST talk with a funny accent.&lt;br /&gt;I'm a GUY, so I MUST ditch my pregnant girlfriend.&lt;br /&gt;I'm CANADIAN, so I MUST love hockey and beavers.&lt;br /&gt;I'm DISABLED, so I MUST be on Welfare.&lt;br /&gt;I'm a FEMINIST, so I MUST have a problem with sexuality and I want to castrate every man on the earth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'm a TEENAGER, so I MUST have a STEREOTYPE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WEAR A BIG SUNHAT when I go outside, so I MUST be stupid.&lt;br /&gt;I like BLOOD, so I must be a VAMPIRE.&lt;br /&gt;I'm an ALBINO, so I MUST be an evil person with mental abilities and is A MURDERER!&lt;br /&gt;I'm ENGLISH, so I MUST speak with either a cockney or a posh accent, love tea and cricket, and have bad teeth.&lt;br /&gt;I’m WHITE, so I MUST be responsible for everything going wrong on the planet: past, present, and future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I don't like YAOI or YURI, so I must be a HOMOPHOBE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I’m not the most POPULAR person in school, so I MUST be a loser&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I care about the ENVIRONMENT...I MUST be a tree hugging hippy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I have a FAN CHARACTER, so I MUST be an annoying Mary-sue.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I CHAT, I MUST be having cyber sex.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm PAGAN so I MUST sacrifice babies and drink the blood of virgins&lt;br /&gt;I'm PAGAN so I MUST worship Satan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'm CONSERVATIVE, so I MUST be against Abortion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm SWEDISH so I MUST be a tall blond blue-eyed lesbian.&lt;br /&gt;I'm a LESBIAN so I MUST want to get with every single girl that I see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I like CARTOONS, so I MUST be IRRESPONSIBLE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I like READING, so I MUST be a LONER.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have my OWN spiritual ideology; therefore I MUST be WRONG or MISGUIDED.&lt;br /&gt;I am WICCAN, so I MUST be a SATANIST.&lt;br /&gt;I DISAGREE with my government, so I MUST be a TERRORIST.&lt;br /&gt;I am a WITCH, so I MUST be and OLD HAG and fly on a broomstick.&lt;br /&gt;I love YAOI, so I MUST be GAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'm a PERSON, so I MUST be LABELED&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I DON'T CURSE, so I MUST be an outcast&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I like GAMES, ANIME and COMICS, so I MUST be childish&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm SWEDISH, therefore I MUST be WHITE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I SPOT GRAMMATICAL ERRORS, so I MUST be a pedantic bastard.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm GOTHIC, so I MUST be mean.&lt;br /&gt;I’m STRONG so I MUST be stupid.&lt;br /&gt;I'm Australian so I MUST hunt crocodiles and talk to kangaroo’s&lt;br /&gt;I go to RENFAIRES, so I MUST talk weird, be a loser, and not be up with the times&lt;br /&gt;I’m GAY so I’m after EVERY straight guy around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I don’t want a BOYFRIEND so I MUST be Lesbian.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; [pfft.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'm NOT CHRISTIAN so I MUST just need converting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love marching band, so I MUST be a friendless freak.&lt;br /&gt;I DRINK and SMOKE, so I MUST have no life.&lt;br /&gt;I am friends with a CUTTER, so I MUST be a CUTTER too.&lt;br /&gt;I cry easily, so I MUST be a wimp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I can't help pointing out mistakes so I MUST be an over-controlling perfectionist&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'm a PERFECTIONIST so I MUST check everything ten times, then burst into tears at one mistake&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I DON’T LIKE to talk about my personal life so I MUST be having problem&lt;/span&gt;s&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like FIRE so I must be an arsonist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I play VIDEO GAMES so I MUST be a LOSER.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And just so that we're clear, I personally don't agree with any of the stereotypes up there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5421703628115951682-6437230978658270080?l=endorphineffects.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://endorphineffects.blogspot.com/feeds/6437230978658270080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5421703628115951682&amp;postID=6437230978658270080' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5421703628115951682/posts/default/6437230978658270080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5421703628115951682/posts/default/6437230978658270080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://endorphineffects.blogspot.com/2008/09/stereotypes.html' title='Stereotypes'/><author><name>c@ssie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13081082414675873763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5421703628115951682.post-2130120908367424028</id><published>2008-09-21T00:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-21T00:30:19.859+08:00</updated><title type='text'>More Music-y.</title><content type='html'>Yay :3 These guys are strangely addictive. Another one gotten from kookies o:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Opening credits:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Out of place- Gavin Thorpe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[D: I'm out of place?!]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Waking up:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love Song- Fruits basket&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[I'm going to be woken up by LOVE? Yay xD]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;First day of High School:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KiraKira- Eufonius&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="content_2"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; if you're next to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; tomorrow will always be fun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; the center of my heart is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; swaying gently&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[I'm going to be with someone I like? To JC or something? Woo :3]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Falling in love:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Accidentally In Love- Counting Crows&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Oh my. I'm going to fall in love, accidentally? o.o]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Fight song:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flipside- The Click Five&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[I'm going to flip them over onto their asses! :D]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Breaking up:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Control- Metro Station&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[I'm going to be in control? o.o]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Prom:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Geek In The Pink- Jason Mraz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[I'm going to be a geek, wearing pink. Yay.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Life:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honto no Jibun- Buono!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[I'm going to be my true self?]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mental breakdown:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How Crazy- Yui&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[I'll go crazy. Very crazy. Hahahaha.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Driving:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Semi-Charmed Life- Third Eye Blind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[?]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flashback:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Ignited- T.M Revolution [Gundam Seed Destiny]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" id="content_2"&gt; We break each other down till we can't even move&lt;br /&gt;Our solitary wings overlapped,&lt;br /&gt;We've not encountered the light;&lt;br /&gt;Reveal the glare this age gives off&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;[Bad flashback, I suppose.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Getting back together:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You and Me- Lighthouse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Well, obviously it'd be about 'you' and me...?]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Wedding:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let Me Be With You- ROUND TABLE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" id="content_2"&gt;To make sure the two of us meet, I cast a spell&lt;br /&gt;Our hands are gently touch, and then look at me smile&lt;br /&gt;We pretend not to realize how we really feel&lt;br /&gt;And suddenly, we fell in love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[o: So sweet.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Birth of child:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Minna Daisuki- Buono [Translates into 'I love everyone']&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[I'll love every one of them, ahah.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Final battle:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Built To Last- Melee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[I was built to last the fight!]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Addictive. Very. But its late, so I shall be going.&lt;br /&gt;'Night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5421703628115951682-2130120908367424028?l=endorphineffects.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://endorphineffects.blogspot.com/feeds/2130120908367424028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5421703628115951682&amp;postID=2130120908367424028' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5421703628115951682/posts/default/2130120908367424028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5421703628115951682/posts/default/2130120908367424028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://endorphineffects.blogspot.com/2008/09/more-music-y.html' title='More Music-y.'/><author><name>c@ssie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13081082414675873763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5421703628115951682.post-8002864816072194642</id><published>2008-09-20T21:18:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-21T00:08:16.144+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mud-dy. Music-y.</title><content type='html'>I fell into the mud on Friday -.-&lt;br /&gt;And I wasn't even playing soccer. I was just attempting to help those who were playing soccer, get their ball back. And &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;then&lt;/span&gt; I &lt;strike&gt;fell&lt;/strike&gt; slid into the mud, despite very in-effective warnings. Funny how its only after I got mud-ed [and the mud off], that I went to kick the ball. Hahah. Clean missed a few times, Carmina laughed enough to let everyone know...&lt;br /&gt;But hey, at least I learned how to kick without hurting my foot. Even while playing barefoot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;And in the end, the mud made everything clean again.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, quiz time! Music-player-set-to-random sort now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;How does the world see me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hare Hare Yukai- Aya Hirano&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" id="content_2"&gt; On one sunny day&lt;br /&gt;The fun beyond magic&lt;br /&gt;Pours limitlessly; it’s not impossible&lt;br /&gt;When we meet again tomorrow, I’ll be humming while laughing&lt;br /&gt;Let’s gather up happiness&lt;br /&gt;It’s so simple by-this-much&lt;br /&gt;Chase it, try catching it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[So I'm happy and random and... Sunny? o.o]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Will I have a happy life?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any Way You Want It- Journey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[I'll be happy if I want to be happy then? I WANT TO BE HAPPY!]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What do people really think of me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dancing In The Velvet Moon- Nana Mizuki&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="content_2"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; A sleepless, velvet moon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Adorned our clandestine room&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; With just the two of us, we secretly lock the door&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Let’s dance, and succumb ourselves to this mischievous moment&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[... This can't possibly be a positive view of me.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Do people secretly lust after me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fergalicious- Fergie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[No comment. No idea how to interpret either.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;How can I make myself happy?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lollipop- Mika&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sucking too hard on your lollipop,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Or love's gonna get you down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[So I either don't fall in love, or I go and buy myself a lollipop.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What should I do with my life?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You Had a Bad Day- Daniel Powter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[I should either have a lot of bad days, or help people with their bad days?]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Will I ever have children?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can You Feel The Love Tonight- Disney&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[What! Not tonight!]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What is some good advice for me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fiona's Cafe- Soler&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Alright. I should go find a cafe owned by Fiona, whoever she is]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What do I think my current theme song is?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At The Beginning- Disney [Anastasia]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[O_O I want to  go back to the beginning with someone?!]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What does everyone else think my current theme song is?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be Your Girl- Elfen Lied&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[... They think I'm someone's girl?!]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What song will play at my funeral?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okaeri- Ayaka [Translates into 'Welcome Home']&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[I'm going home, then...?]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What type of men/women do you like?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dance With Me Tonight- Hugh Grant [From Music and Lyrics, the movie]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Wondering if anything will go right&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Or will you dance with me tonight?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[I like people who will dance with me at night?]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What is my day going to be like?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friends- Stephanie [From Gundam Seed Destiny?]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" id="content_2"&gt; "Let my dreams come true"&lt;br /&gt;I pray from the bottom of my heart&lt;br /&gt;We're friends forever&lt;br /&gt;Let's pledge to meet again&lt;br /&gt;Swear on it&lt;br /&gt;We're going to walk forward&lt;br /&gt;Toward an unseen destination&lt;br /&gt;Even if we're lost&lt;br /&gt;We'll continue&lt;br /&gt;No matter what&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[So I'm going to meet my friends, get lost, and continue to walk to an unseen destination? xDD]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Why am I here?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First Love- Utada Hikaru&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Oooh. I'm here for love?]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What will people remember me for?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Five Colours In Her Hair- McFly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Ahahah! People will remember me for my hair! And my weirdness :D]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What song will I get stuck in my head tomorrow?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are You Gonna Be My Girl- Jet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[But I don't want anyone to be my girl...?]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Are there people outside waiting to take me away?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fool For Love- Stefy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Yes, because they're fools for love? -doesn't understand-]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What will this year be all about?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bon Bon- Hey! Say! 7&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" id="content_2"&gt; The melody blowing beside me like a gentle breeze&lt;br /&gt;If you’re going to be confused or sway, listen closely&lt;br /&gt;I know, I love you and that's why I want to be with you&lt;br /&gt;Because there is a gentleness there that can’t be denied&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[o: Its gonna be about love?]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5421703628115951682-8002864816072194642?l=endorphineffects.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://endorphineffects.blogspot.com/feeds/8002864816072194642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5421703628115951682&amp;postID=8002864816072194642' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5421703628115951682/posts/default/8002864816072194642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5421703628115951682/posts/default/8002864816072194642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://endorphineffects.blogspot.com/2008/09/mud-dy-music-y.html' title='Mud-dy. Music-y.'/><author><name>c@ssie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13081082414675873763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5421703628115951682.post-714203159921582848</id><published>2008-09-12T23:45:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-12T23:48:23.601+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Picking</title><content type='html'>One foot in each camp.&lt;br /&gt;Its somewhat inevitable to move on to the second.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what if I'm not ready?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why does one have to be so easily simplistic, so utterly attractive as permanency.&lt;br /&gt;And the other is so frustratingly complex, yet alluringly different.&lt;br /&gt;Why can't we just stay in the same place forever?&lt;br /&gt;Or why can't we have a little bit of each...?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As much as I'd love to, I don't understand.&lt;br /&gt;Again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5421703628115951682-714203159921582848?l=endorphineffects.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://endorphineffects.blogspot.com/feeds/714203159921582848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5421703628115951682&amp;postID=714203159921582848' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5421703628115951682/posts/default/714203159921582848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5421703628115951682/posts/default/714203159921582848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://endorphineffects.blogspot.com/2008/09/picking.html' title='Picking'/><author><name>c@ssie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13081082414675873763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5421703628115951682.post-285736488942027678</id><published>2008-09-10T20:16:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T20:17:35.047+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Breathe.</title><content type='html'>You said just breathing deep would make things alright.&lt;br /&gt;You said that most of the things in life were caused by not breathing right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm breathing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't seem to be working though.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5421703628115951682-285736488942027678?l=endorphineffects.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://endorphineffects.blogspot.com/feeds/285736488942027678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5421703628115951682&amp;postID=285736488942027678' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5421703628115951682/posts/default/285736488942027678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5421703628115951682/posts/default/285736488942027678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://endorphineffects.blogspot.com/2008/09/breathe.html' title='Breathe.'/><author><name>c@ssie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13081082414675873763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5421703628115951682.post-5020402682295926880</id><published>2008-08-21T22:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T22:27:19.254+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blurs</title><content type='html'>I like those few moments where you take off your glasses, and everything before you is turned into one big blur. No more specific shapes, fine detail, just splotches of color, one blending into another, the stage lighting mixing with those florescent  ones, giving everything a weirdly startling glow. Or maybe that's the soft light coming from the sound panel. Then you fumble your way to the stage, and the sounds seem to get more and more muffled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the lights dim, and you begin.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5421703628115951682-5020402682295926880?l=endorphineffects.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://endorphineffects.blogspot.com/feeds/5020402682295926880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5421703628115951682&amp;postID=5020402682295926880' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5421703628115951682/posts/default/5020402682295926880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5421703628115951682/posts/default/5020402682295926880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://endorphineffects.blogspot.com/2008/08/blurs.html' title='Blurs'/><author><name>c@ssie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13081082414675873763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5421703628115951682.post-2843012965537730119</id><published>2008-08-05T21:48:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T21:50:53.890+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Test. Test. Test. Ugh.</title><content type='html'>Ugh. There has to be some sort of rule against having six tests in two days.&lt;br /&gt;With one more on each day, with the exception of Friday.&lt;br /&gt;And a very un-prepared for Drama practical assessment the following Thursday.&lt;br /&gt;I [i]hate[/i] this time of the term. Every term.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Singapore education system needs some serious reconsideration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[random]&lt;br /&gt;But basketball is fun. Even after three years of abstinence. :)&lt;br /&gt;[/random]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5421703628115951682-2843012965537730119?l=endorphineffects.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://endorphineffects.blogspot.com/feeds/2843012965537730119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5421703628115951682&amp;postID=2843012965537730119' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5421703628115951682/posts/default/2843012965537730119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5421703628115951682/posts/default/2843012965537730119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://endorphineffects.blogspot.com/2008/08/test-test-test-ugh.html' title='Test. Test. Test. Ugh.'/><author><name>c@ssie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13081082414675873763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5421703628115951682.post-2252129736372978855</id><published>2008-07-30T20:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-30T20:23:41.388+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ugh</title><content type='html'>Headaches for Sunday&lt;br /&gt;Fever for Monday&lt;br /&gt;Diarrhea for Tuesday&lt;br /&gt;Nausea and vomiting for Wednesday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank god its all over.&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad to be going back to civilization tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The stomach flu sucks -_-"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5421703628115951682-2252129736372978855?l=endorphineffects.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://endorphineffects.blogspot.com/feeds/2252129736372978855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5421703628115951682&amp;postID=2252129736372978855' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5421703628115951682/posts/default/2252129736372978855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5421703628115951682/posts/default/2252129736372978855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://endorphineffects.blogspot.com/2008/07/ugh.html' title='Ugh'/><author><name>c@ssie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13081082414675873763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5421703628115951682.post-1818300437240716902</id><published>2008-07-25T23:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-25T23:07:49.228+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Complexity</title><content type='html'>The world suddenly seems so much more complex. Scary.&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe its just be being perpetually naive.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5421703628115951682-1818300437240716902?l=endorphineffects.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://endorphineffects.blogspot.com/feeds/1818300437240716902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5421703628115951682&amp;postID=1818300437240716902' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5421703628115951682/posts/default/1818300437240716902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5421703628115951682/posts/default/1818300437240716902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://endorphineffects.blogspot.com/2008/07/complexity.html' title='Complexity'/><author><name>c@ssie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13081082414675873763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5421703628115951682.post-5344371532128636892</id><published>2008-07-21T18:15:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-21T18:51:43.412+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Murphy's Law.</title><content type='html'>Long-due quiz which I've unearthed today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Answer the following questions:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. The person who last tagged you is ...&lt;br /&gt;Yujia.&lt;br /&gt;2. Your relationship with him/her is ...&lt;br /&gt;Ex-classmates/friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Your first 5 impressions of him/her ..&lt;br /&gt;1] Someone Chinese speaking [haha]. That was back in sec one, the true first impression.&lt;br /&gt;2] Very cute [second-first] impression.&lt;br /&gt;3] Fish. Sashimi. Sushi, even.&lt;br /&gt;4] Tore Zhixin's pinafore in sec two.&lt;br /&gt;5] Tolberone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. The most memorable thing he/she had done for you&lt;br /&gt;Too many to mention. Yes, I'm lazy too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. The most memorable words he/she had said to you&lt;br /&gt;Quite a few?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. If he/she becomes your lover, you will ...&lt;br /&gt;Eeyer. No thank you. Not that she's not a nice person or anything... I just don't swing that way, thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. If he/she becomes your lover, things he/she has to improve on will be&lt;br /&gt;She wouldn't but anyway, probably have more self-confidence. She isn't as stupid as she apparently thinks she is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. If he/she becomes your enemy, you will ...&lt;br /&gt;Er... Probably suffer [on my part]. Quite a bit. She's rather violent... &gt;_&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. If he/she becomes your enemy, the reason will be ...&lt;br /&gt;Violence and excessive hair-ruffling and pony-tail-pulling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. The most desired thing you want to do for him/her now is ...&lt;br /&gt;Uhh... Go tell her that I've finally finished the quiz?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Your overall impression of him/her is ...&lt;br /&gt;Adorable, haha. She's going to kill me for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. How you think people around you will feel about you?&lt;br /&gt;I don't know. I don't read minds. Probably... Someone weird. But weird's good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. The character you love of yourself are ...&lt;br /&gt;Erm. I'll tell you when I think of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. On the contrary, the characters you hate of yourself are ...&lt;br /&gt;Procrastination. Lazyness. Easily distracted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. The most ideal person you want to be is ...&lt;br /&gt;Someone who's able to make a difference. Cheesy and all, but its true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. For people that care &amp;amp; like you, say something to them ...&lt;br /&gt;Thank you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Pass this quiz to 10 persons that you wish to know how they feel about you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don't have to do it, really. No obligations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;1. Yujia.&lt;br /&gt;2. Zhixin.&lt;br /&gt;3. Kookies.&lt;br /&gt;4. Gas-otoo-san.&lt;br /&gt;5. Carmina.&lt;br /&gt;6. Sylvia.&lt;br /&gt;7. Rizu.&lt;br /&gt;8. Sam.&lt;br /&gt;9. Tako.&lt;br /&gt;10. Mari-Mari.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Who is 6 having relationship with?&lt;br /&gt;[Sylvia]: We'd all like to know, really :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Is 9 a male or female?&lt;br /&gt;[Tako]: Though the rule on the internet is that everyone is male unless otherwise proven -haha-, I still think she's female. It hasn't been proven, though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. If 7 and 10 are together, will it be a good thing?&lt;br /&gt;[Rizu + Mari-Mari]: Oh. I suppose. They'll have their hands full for sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. How about 8 and 5?&lt;br /&gt;[Sam + Carmina]: But they don't know each other. And Sam will be likely to have hell. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. What is 2 studying about?&lt;br /&gt;[Zhixin]:  Erm... Maths, A maths, English, Higher Chinese, Physics, Chemistry, Social Studies, History, Geography?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. Will you woo 3?&lt;br /&gt;[Kookies]: Maybe. Just for access to the cookie/kookie jar (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. How about 7?&lt;br /&gt;[Rizu]: Nah. Exzy's already after her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. Is 4 single?&lt;br /&gt;[Gas-otoo-san]: There's Mai-san and Kotomi-chan out there ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. What's the surname of 5?&lt;br /&gt;[Carmina]: Castro, I suppose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. What's the hobby of 4?&lt;br /&gt;[Gas-otoo-san]: Seemingly full-time otaku and gamer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. Do 5 and 9 get along well?&lt;br /&gt;[Carmina + Tako]: They don't know each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. Where is 2 studying at?&lt;br /&gt;[Zhixin]: Anderson Secondary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. Talk something casually about 1.&lt;br /&gt;[Yujia]:  Erm... She's very cute, very frisky, somewhat violent, and very very smart and good in Mathematics?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. Have you try developing feelings for 8?&lt;br /&gt;[Sam]: No, and I don't intend to. Just don't swing that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. Where does 9 live?&lt;br /&gt;[Tako]: She mentioned it once, but I've forgotten. Sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36. What color does 4 like?&lt;br /&gt;[Gas-otoo-san]: Purple, I assume? Its associated with gays, after all, so perhaps trans-genders too?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37. Are 5 and 1 best frens?&lt;br /&gt;[Carmina + Yujia]: Nope, but they do know each other. Same class and all. Friends/Acquaintances, I guess?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38. Does 7 likes 2?&lt;br /&gt;[Rizu + Zhixin]: Yeah, I suppose. You generally like your family, don't you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39. How do you get to know 2?&lt;br /&gt;[Zhixin]: School, sec one class, through Yujia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40. Does 1 have any pets?&lt;br /&gt;[Yujia]: Nah, I don't think so. Unless she acquired something in the past few months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41. Is 7 the sexiest person in...&lt;br /&gt;[Rizu]: Define sexy first. If sexy = moe, then yes, very much the world (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg="" style="color: rgb(238, 238, 238);" align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are a Red Crayon&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatcolorcrayonareyouquiz/red.gif" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your world is colored with bright, vivid, wild colors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have a deep, complex personality - and you are always expressing something about yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bold and dominant, you are a natural leader. You have an energy that is intense... and sometimes overwhelming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your reaction to everything tends to be strong. You are the master of love-hate relationships.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your color wheel opposite is green. Green people are way too mellow to understand what drives your energy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatcolorcrayonareyouquiz/"&gt;What Color Crayon Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yay. Red, my favourite colour :3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5421703628115951682-5344371532128636892?l=endorphineffects.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://endorphineffects.blogspot.com/feeds/5344371532128636892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5421703628115951682&amp;postID=5344371532128636892' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5421703628115951682/posts/default/5344371532128636892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5421703628115951682/posts/default/5344371532128636892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://endorphineffects.blogspot.com/2008/07/murphys-law.html' title='Murphy&apos;s Law.'/><author><name>c@ssie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13081082414675873763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5421703628115951682.post-8717871764893764554</id><published>2008-07-20T23:11:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-20T23:23:11.707+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nagareboshi</title><content type='html'>Yes, I know its been forever since I last actually posted something here.&lt;br /&gt;So let me start this thing again.&lt;br /&gt;Nothing much to post about today, except perhaps for the rashes, but they're already gone anyway. No sense blogging about something already non-existent. Nothing much happened the past few days either, unless you count the 2.4km, which I failed, and don't quite want to talk about.&lt;br /&gt;And Mr. Jason leaving, of course.&lt;br /&gt;But I found a nice song today -yes, thanks to zhixin- which I've been looking for for a long time, so why not use it as an excuse to update again?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="110" width="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/vFQpFJE33c/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/vFQpFJE33c/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="110" width="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Nagareboshi&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Shooting-star&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I look up at the sky&lt;br /&gt;The stars, see, are sparkling&lt;br /&gt;Each giving off its own light&lt;br /&gt;Like the people on this planet&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, so I, too&lt;br /&gt;Want to shine particularly bright&lt;br /&gt;I close my eyes and make a vow in my heart&lt;br /&gt;And entrust my dreams to that shooting star&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm in my usual park&lt;br /&gt;I can see the night scenery&lt;br /&gt;On the slide&lt;br /&gt;That's been my special seat for years&lt;br /&gt;Whenever I'm worried about something, I come here&lt;br /&gt;Just like then, I'm on my way to my dreams&lt;br /&gt;But unable to fulfil them&lt;br /&gt;"Maybe this is the end of the line"&lt;br /&gt;There are days when I say weak things like that&lt;br /&gt;But every time, I remember&lt;br /&gt;That starry sky where I looked for a shooting star&lt;br /&gt;The wish I made when I was little&lt;br /&gt;Hasn't changed even now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I look up at the sky&lt;br /&gt;The stars, see, are sparkling&lt;br /&gt;Each giving off its own light&lt;br /&gt;Like the people on this planet&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, so I, too&lt;br /&gt;Want to shine particularly bright&lt;br /&gt;I close my eyes and make a vow in my heart&lt;br /&gt;And entrust my dreams to that shooting star&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hiding out in the schoolyard at night with my mates&lt;br /&gt;We climbed the chain-link fence&lt;br /&gt;The field seemed to have a different face than during the day&lt;br /&gt;We headed for our sea called the pool&lt;br /&gt;We didn't have swimming trunks, so we were all stark naked&lt;br /&gt;Someone jumped in with a strange yell&lt;br /&gt;The splash echoed through the night&lt;br /&gt;"After him!" Everyone else piled in&lt;br /&gt;We floated gently, looking up at the sky&lt;br /&gt;Looked at the stars in front of us, and talked about heaps of dreams&lt;br /&gt;And looked for that shooting star&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I look up at the sky&lt;br /&gt;The stars, see, are sparkling&lt;br /&gt;Each giving off its own light&lt;br /&gt;Like the people on this planet&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, so I, too&lt;br /&gt;Want to shine particularly bright&lt;br /&gt;I close my eyes and make a vow in my heart&lt;br /&gt;And entrust my dreams to that shooting star&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking up at the sky, there are countless stars&lt;br /&gt;The same number now that there was years ago&lt;br /&gt;My dreams are endless and crazy&lt;br /&gt;Incredibly bright, like that star&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey! If you keep hanging your head like that&lt;br /&gt;You won't even be able to see the things you can see&lt;br /&gt;Look up at the sky, keep your head up!!&lt;br /&gt;Hey! "What do you think of the sky you see?"&lt;br /&gt;Someday, like that shining star&lt;br /&gt;I wanna shine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I look up at the sky&lt;br /&gt;The stars, see, are sparkling&lt;br /&gt;Each giving off its own light&lt;br /&gt;Like the people on this planet&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, so I, too&lt;br /&gt;Want to shine particularly bright&lt;br /&gt;I close my eyes and make a vow in my heart&lt;br /&gt;And entrust my dreams to that shooting star&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ironically, like zhixin, I like the lyrics of this song a lot too.&lt;br /&gt;Meaningful stuff.&lt;br /&gt;Good to have, when your real life options aren't so optimistic and hope-filled.&lt;br /&gt;Like when you have to run your 2.4km all over again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5421703628115951682-8717871764893764554?l=endorphineffects.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://endorphineffects.blogspot.com/feeds/8717871764893764554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5421703628115951682&amp;postID=8717871764893764554' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5421703628115951682/posts/default/8717871764893764554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5421703628115951682/posts/default/8717871764893764554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://endorphineffects.blogspot.com/2008/07/nagareboshi.html' title='Nagareboshi'/><author><name>c@ssie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13081082414675873763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5421703628115951682.post-4020015069072470543</id><published>2008-06-12T23:59:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-13T00:17:29.446+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bad ideas</title><content type='html'>There are good ideas, bad ideas, and ideas that should have never ever &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ever &lt;/span&gt;left your thoughts, let alone your mouth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This idea, was one of the latter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're reading this, and you don't really know what I'm talking about, then please do ignore this post, as it probably isn't meant for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its horrible writing this, and it was probably ten hundred times worse experiencing the whole thing. They say self reflection hurts when you do it right, so this must be the real thing. I have no idea what I'm typing, really, only to tell you that I'm really really really sorry, remorseful, regretful and guilty for what we did. I know I'm also contradicting myself, with my previous PM and all, and self back-stabbing feels awful, let me tell you. Just not as bad as having your friends being terribly mad at you, for something you know was your fault. Of course, what's worse is having someone else be the target of madness, when that person has nothing to do with it at all. Actually, it all lumped together, feels... Awful, in the most profound sense possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Writing more probably won't change anything, let alone the fact that we actually did pull that terrible excuse for a stunt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nightmares, here I come.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5421703628115951682-4020015069072470543?l=endorphineffects.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://endorphineffects.blogspot.com/feeds/4020015069072470543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5421703628115951682&amp;postID=4020015069072470543' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5421703628115951682/posts/default/4020015069072470543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5421703628115951682/posts/default/4020015069072470543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://endorphineffects.blogspot.com/2008/06/bad-ideas.html' title='Bad ideas'/><author><name>c@ssie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13081082414675873763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5421703628115951682.post-1462306383498449100</id><published>2008-04-14T21:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-14T21:51:25.814+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Automated</title><content type='html'>This is a computer-automated post to tell anyone who passes by, that Cassandra is still alive and relatively well, its just that she's currently rushed off her feet, and is unable to make time to post anything of relative interest and content. So there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5421703628115951682-1462306383498449100?l=endorphineffects.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://endorphineffects.blogspot.com/feeds/1462306383498449100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5421703628115951682&amp;postID=1462306383498449100' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5421703628115951682/posts/default/1462306383498449100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5421703628115951682/posts/default/1462306383498449100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://endorphineffects.blogspot.com/2008/04/automated.html' title='Automated'/><author><name>c@ssie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13081082414675873763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5421703628115951682.post-1427861658296639778</id><published>2008-03-30T00:15:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-30T00:34:11.358+08:00</updated><title type='text'>POP!</title><content type='html'>Everything needs balance. So to balance out that quite-sad-ish post, there is now a quite-happy post to match! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To all those from uniformed groups, please view the following video with discretion, and remember that it was planned/made/filmed all in the name of fun, so please do not bear any grudges against the crew/cast okay? (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" src="http://i304.photobucket.com/player.swf?file=http://vid304.photobucket.com/albums/nn168/la-parole/MOV00002.flv" height="361" width="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cast: Secondary four batch of ATC'ians! [graduated with a lasting legacy behind them]&lt;br /&gt;Others: Carmina [the head and torso at the near-end of the video. No, it wasn't racist, Carmina (: ]&lt;br /&gt;Crew: Me [I filmed it :D ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;And 'POP!' goes the bubble.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5421703628115951682-1427861658296639778?l=endorphineffects.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://endorphineffects.blogspot.com/feeds/1427861658296639778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5421703628115951682&amp;postID=1427861658296639778' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5421703628115951682/posts/default/1427861658296639778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5421703628115951682/posts/default/1427861658296639778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://endorphineffects.blogspot.com/2008/03/pop.html' title='POP!'/><author><name>c@ssie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13081082414675873763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5421703628115951682.post-2206031668036442219</id><published>2008-03-29T23:19:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-30T00:33:31.957+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Free-fall</title><content type='html'>Things that we love in life seem to result in creating copious amounts of joy and sadness.&lt;br /&gt;Sadness seems to come in larger doses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seniors gone. All of them.&lt;br /&gt;Its scarily saddening. And saddeningly scary. It works both ways.&lt;br /&gt;Free-falling without a safety net.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="luna-Ent"&gt;&lt;span class="me"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class="me"&gt;weak·ness&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="pronset"&gt; &lt;img src="http://cache.lexico.com/g/d/premium.gif" border="0" /&gt;  &lt;img class="luna-Img" src="http://cache.lexico.com/dictionary/graphics/luna/thinsp.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="https://secure.reference.com/premium/login.html?rd=2&amp;amp;u=http%3A%2F%2Fdictionary.reference.com%2Fbrowse%2Fweakness"&gt;&lt;img src="http://cache.lexico.com/g/d/speaker.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;span class="show_ipapr" style="display: none;"&gt;&lt;span class="prondelim"&gt;/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="pron"&gt;ˈwik&lt;img class="luna-Img" src="http://cache.lexico.com/dictionary/graphics/luna/thinsp.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;nɪs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="prondelim"&gt;/&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a class="pronlink" onclick="pk = window.open('/help/luna/IPA_pron_key.html', 'PronunciationKey','height=700,width=560,left=0,top=0,resizable,scrollbars');if(pk){pk.focus();}" onmouseout="status='';return true;" onmouseover="status='Click for pronunciation key';return true;" title="Click for pronunciation key"&gt;Pronunciation Key&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="pron_toggle" style="display: none;"&gt;&lt;span class="prondelim"&gt; - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a class="pronlink" onclick="javascript:show_sp()" onmouseout="status='';return true;" onmouseover="status='Click to toggle pronunciation';return true;" title="Click to show spelled pronunciation"&gt;Show Spelled Pronunciation&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="show_spellpr" style="display: inline;"&gt;&lt;span class="prondelim"&gt;[&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="pron"&gt;&lt;b&gt;week&lt;/b&gt;-nis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="prondelim"&gt;]&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a class="pronlink" onclick="pk = window.open('/help/luna/Spell_pron_key.html', 'PronunciationKey','height=700,width=560,left=0,top=0,resizable,scrollbars');if(pk){pk.focus();}" onmouseout="status='';return true;" onmouseover="status='Click for pronunciation key';return true;" title="Click for pronunciation key"&gt;Pronunciation Key&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="pron_toggle" style="display: none;"&gt;&lt;span class="prondelim"&gt; - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a class="pronlink" onclick="javascript:show_ip()" onmouseout="status='';return true;" onmouseover="status='Click to toggle pronunciation';return true;" title="Click to show IPA pronunciation"&gt;Show IPA Pronunciation&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="body"&gt;&lt;span class="pg"&gt;–noun  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;table class="luna-Ent"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="dn" valign="top"&gt;1.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt;the state or quality of being weak; lack of strength, firmness, vigor, or the like; feebleness. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;  &lt;table class="luna-Ent"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="dn" valign="top"&gt;2.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt;an inadequate or defective quality, as in a person's character; slight fault or defect: &lt;span class="ital-inline"&gt;to show great sympathy for human weaknesses. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;  &lt;table class="luna-Ent"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="dn" valign="top"&gt;3.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt;a self-indulgent liking or special fondness, as for a particular thing: &lt;span class="ital-inline"&gt;I've always had a weakness for the opera. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;  &lt;table class="luna-Ent"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="dn" valign="top"&gt;4.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt;an object of special desire; something very difficult to resist: &lt;span class="ital-inline"&gt;Chocolates were her weakness. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="tail"&gt;&lt;hr class="ety"&gt;&lt;div class="ety"&gt;[Origin: &lt;span class="rom-inline"&gt;1250–1300; &lt;/span&gt;ME &lt;i&gt;weikenes.&lt;/i&gt; &lt;span&gt;See &lt;a href="http://dictionary.reference.com/search?q=weak" style="font-variant: small-caps;"&gt;weak&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://dictionary.reference.com/search?q=-ness" style="font-variant: small-caps;"&gt;-ness&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img class="luna-Img" src="http://cache.lexico.com/dictionary/graphics/luna/thinsp.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;] &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="sectionLabel"&gt;—Synonyms &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="dn"&gt;1&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/b&gt; fragility. &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="dn"&gt;2&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/b&gt; flaw. &lt;span&gt;See &lt;a href="http://dictionary.reference.com/search?q=fault" style="font-variant: small-caps;"&gt;fault.&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="dn"&gt;3&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/b&gt; penchant, passion, hunger, appetite.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="sectionLabel"&gt;—Antonyms &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="dn"&gt;1&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/b&gt; strength.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="tail"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do people have weaknesses? Everyone has weaknesses. But why? Weakness is the lack of strength. Why do we have to lack strength? That only makes us weak. When you're weak, you're vulnerable. When you're vulnerable, you're open to attacks. And then you lose, and the other guy wins. So weakness bring power?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Haha. I sound so emo. To all those who were smart enough to highlight, I'm NOT emo. I'm just contemplating. Which is why I look like I'm in a daze a lot. Hahah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5421703628115951682-2206031668036442219?l=endorphineffects.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://endorphineffects.blogspot.com/feeds/2206031668036442219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5421703628115951682&amp;postID=2206031668036442219' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5421703628115951682/posts/default/2206031668036442219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5421703628115951682/posts/default/2206031668036442219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://endorphineffects.blogspot.com/2008/03/free-fall.html' title='Free-fall'/><author><name>c@ssie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13081082414675873763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5421703628115951682.post-8823752103763421961</id><published>2008-03-27T22:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-27T22:20:24.401+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Serious deja vu. Deja vu usually isn't good. This case isn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm going to be sick.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5421703628115951682-8823752103763421961?l=endorphineffects.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://endorphineffects.blogspot.com/feeds/8823752103763421961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5421703628115951682&amp;postID=8823752103763421961' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5421703628115951682/posts/default/8823752103763421961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5421703628115951682/posts/default/8823752103763421961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://endorphineffects.blogspot.com/2008/03/serious-deja-vu.html' title=''/><author><name>c@ssie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13081082414675873763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5421703628115951682.post-2499971954649199705</id><published>2008-03-27T21:41:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-27T21:45:07.615+08:00</updated><title type='text'>empty</title><content type='html'>Its 9.42pm on a Thursday night, and I have a Maths exercise and an English expositional essay waiting for me, while I just spent the last one half hour sitting here, letting reflex take over physically, and letting my mind wander and think. For one and a half hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm impressed with my own capacity.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5421703628115951682-2499971954649199705?l=endorphineffects.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://endorphineffects.blogspot.com/feeds/2499971954649199705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5421703628115951682&amp;postID=2499971954649199705' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5421703628115951682/posts/default/2499971954649199705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5421703628115951682/posts/default/2499971954649199705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://endorphineffects.blogspot.com/2008/03/empty.html' title='empty'/><author><name>c@ssie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13081082414675873763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5421703628115951682.post-6129173420468246730</id><published>2008-03-15T17:49:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-15T18:02:37.315+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>One week passes way too fast &gt;_&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;TAG REPLIES.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, some of my tags have been lost due to the spamming of a certain baked good, so I apologize for any tags left un-replied to. Blame it on the cookie [or kookie in this case]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jelly;&lt;/span&gt; Hello (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;zx;&lt;/span&gt; hahah. Left-hand-speed-syndrome!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tracy;&lt;/span&gt; Hello tracy :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tako;&lt;/span&gt; YES! Its very very very nice ;D But the t-shirt maker hated us for it xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;jessaye;&lt;/span&gt; YAY :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ayaka;&lt;/span&gt; You get serious sun burn then say. D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;kookies;&lt;/span&gt; -nibbles on kookies-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatpunctuationmarkareyouquiz/comma.gif" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;You are open minded and extremely optimistic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;You enjoy almost all facets of life. You can find the good in almost anything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;You keep yourself busy with tons of friends, activities, and interests.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;You find it hard to turn down an opportunity, even if you are pressed for time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Your friends find you fascinating, charming, and easy to talk to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;(But with so many competing interests, you friends do feel like you hardly have time for them.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;You excel in: Inspiring people&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;You get along best with: The Question Mark&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);" align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatpunctuationmarkareyouquiz/"&gt;What Punctuation Mark Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5421703628115951682-6129173420468246730?l=endorphineffects.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://endorphineffects.blogspot.com/feeds/6129173420468246730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5421703628115951682&amp;postID=6129173420468246730' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5421703628115951682/posts/default/6129173420468246730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5421703628115951682/posts/default/6129173420468246730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://endorphineffects.blogspot.com/2008/03/one-week-passes-way-too-fast-tag.html' title=''/><author><name>c@ssie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13081082414675873763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5421703628115951682.post-39919308134528418</id><published>2008-03-08T23:02:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-09T16:04:48.679+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sun-kissed</title><content type='html'>I feel burnt. Sun-smacked [sun-kissed sounds too gentle for what I have.]. And pink. Euw. This is what you pay for when you go for a 8 hour or so period under the sun, with minimal shade and sunscreen. However, what you get in return is the champion class of sec three award, and the ultimate frisbee champion team. So I guess it all evens out, somehow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sentosa was BURNING on Friday. Or at least it would be, if not for the lagoon/sea. Walking on the sand at twelve noon till one plus was like walking on hot coals. Not the best kind of flooring you'd want when you're playing games, and rushing from one game station to the other. But still, obviously, we survived!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3/3 won the champion class for sec threes! WOOHOO :D Our first year together as a class, and we're already the champion class. Not bad eh? Mrs Chong won second prize for staff race! I think that's what pushed us up in the ranking, considering 3/3 and 3/4 had the same number of prize winners for the cross country. But still, its awesome that we won :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3/3's Ultimate Frisbee team won too! I still feel a bit guilty for taking one of the medals when I only played in one match though... [It was one of the reserve medals. But still...] But a medal's still a medal, and its been a REALLY long time since I've gotten a prize for anything :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We participated in Captain's ball, Tug of war, beach soccer, and Bossaball too, but we didn't win, unfortunately. But we still did awesome in general :D Bossaball is something like playing volleyball on a jumping castle, and the jumping castle has a trampoline on it. Or something to that effect. Looked fun. We were ALMOST disqualified for Tug of war due to a one minute late-time, but we still got to play in the end, though we lost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, back to a very important point, past all of the games and prizes and running and searing heat, I am willing to bet that most of Anderson Secondary is pretty uh... Tan now. Like Muthusamy, ahah. This is the first time I've gotten sunburn in a while, and it hurts like hell. Especially when anything with H2O comes into contact with the burnt areas. Mental note: Put on more sunscreen next time round.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bought jellybeans before going home, at candy empire. Its a small red bottle thingie [Yay. Red! xD] that's filled with jellybeans, and it comes with a little guide stuck on it telling you what colour jellybean has what flavour. Marshmallow is my favourite, while Cinnamon tastes... weird to me. But that's just my opinion. Jellybeans are nice and sweet, and it tastes even better considering the last time I ate one. Stuff always tastes nicer after you haven't eaten it in a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For Olivia's benifit: &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;s&gt;Olivia is very adorable.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Life is like a bottle of jellybeans. You never know what you're getting next.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;The only difference is that there's no reference guide for life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5421703628115951682-39919308134528418?l=endorphineffects.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://endorphineffects.blogspot.com/feeds/39919308134528418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5421703628115951682&amp;postID=39919308134528418' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5421703628115951682/posts/default/39919308134528418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5421703628115951682/posts/default/39919308134528418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://endorphineffects.blogspot.com/2008/03/sun-kissed.html' title='Sun-kissed'/><author><name>c@ssie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13081082414675873763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5421703628115951682.post-522701237383283839</id><published>2008-03-05T20:06:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-05T20:12:57.582+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Irrational</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I Like What You Say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By Nada Surf&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emergency above&lt;br /&gt;Put on your hard hats and invisible gloves&lt;br /&gt;What's going on&lt;br /&gt;I was on the wagon, I thought I was done&lt;br /&gt;You have to watch out&lt;br /&gt;When one falls in, another came out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You say, I like what you say&lt;br /&gt;I like what you say&lt;br /&gt;You say, I like what you say&lt;br /&gt;I like what you say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They say you have to have somebody&lt;br /&gt;They say you have to be someone&lt;br /&gt;They say if you're not lonely alone, boy there is something wrong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You say, I like what you say&lt;br /&gt;I like what you say&lt;br /&gt;You say, I like what you say&lt;br /&gt;I like what you say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You say, baby, I only what to make you happy&lt;br /&gt;Baby, I only want to make you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You say, I like what you say&lt;br /&gt;I like what you say&lt;br /&gt;You say, I like what you say&lt;br /&gt;I like what you say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You say, baby, I only want to make you happy&lt;br /&gt;Baby, I only what to make you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like this song :D No, there aren't any cryptic messages I'm trying to tell anyone through this song. I just genuinely like it, that's all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow's the unofficial last day of term one! Finally. I say unofficial, due to the fact that there IS school on Friday, just not formal school with text books, teachers, homework and stuff. Cross country and sports carnival is at Sentosa on Friday! :D 3km for both guys and girls this time round, a little less than last years. Good. I don't like running... The classes 3/3 is playing against look scary. Lots of senior classes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But let's get through tomorrow first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;irrational.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5421703628115951682-522701237383283839?l=endorphineffects.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://endorphineffects.blogspot.com/feeds/522701237383283839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5421703628115951682&amp;postID=522701237383283839' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5421703628115951682/posts/default/522701237383283839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5421703628115951682/posts/default/522701237383283839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://endorphineffects.blogspot.com/2008/03/irrational.html' title='Irrational'/><author><name>c@ssie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13081082414675873763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5421703628115951682.post-341598045496688455</id><published>2008-03-01T00:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-01T00:39:38.950+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Late. Or early.</title><content type='html'>Aww. I missed posting about the leap day um... 33minutes ago. Nevermind. Post late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was leap day! Happens once ever four years due to the earth going around the sun with an excess of 0.25 days every regular year. Then it collects, and it becomes ONE day every FOUR years. Cool isn't it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND! As an Irish tradition, girls can propose to guys on the 29th of February, and the guys can't refuse! Hahaha. Poor guys, if they get proposed to by a girl whom they don't like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pity those who's birthday is today. In technicality, they only get to celebrate it once every four years. So maybe they get extra nice presents every four years. Or maybe they play cheat, and have it on the 28th of February, or 1st of March. I don't know...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm late to post about leap year, but I'm just on time to post about the start of March. March means sports carnival and cross country, March holidays, March holiday homework, and term two! So happy first of march then :D&lt;br /&gt;Haha yes. This was a rather random post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;You have an option to see it as being late, or being early. Pick.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5421703628115951682-341598045496688455?l=endorphineffects.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://endorphineffects.blogspot.com/feeds/341598045496688455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5421703628115951682&amp;postID=341598045496688455' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5421703628115951682/posts/default/341598045496688455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5421703628115951682/posts/default/341598045496688455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://endorphineffects.blogspot.com/2008/02/late-or-early.html' title='Late. Or early.'/><author><name>c@ssie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13081082414675873763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5421703628115951682.post-7218099844979722816</id><published>2008-02-29T19:15:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-29T19:21:27.434+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tree.</title><content type='html'>Let's play I spy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;cass-&lt;/span&gt; Let's play a game. Let's play I spy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;afiqah+cheryl-&lt;/span&gt; Okay...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;cass-&lt;/span&gt; I spy with my little eye... something that-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;afiqah-&lt;/span&gt; TREE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;cass-&lt;/span&gt; ... I haven't even finished yet. Something that starts with the letter-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;afiqah-&lt;/span&gt; TREE!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;cass-&lt;/span&gt; ... NO LAH! Something that starts with the letter g, and is-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;cheryl+afiqah-&lt;/span&gt; TREE!!! -points to trees lining the pathway-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;cass- &lt;/span&gt;....NO IT ISN'T A TREE!!&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The answer was the metal grails on top of the sewer thingies.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5421703628115951682-7218099844979722816?l=endorphineffects.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://endorphineffects.blogspot.com/feeds/7218099844979722816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5421703628115951682&amp;postID=7218099844979722816' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5421703628115951682/posts/default/7218099844979722816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5421703628115951682/posts/default/7218099844979722816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://endorphineffects.blogspot.com/2008/02/tree.html' title='Tree.'/><author><name>c@ssie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13081082414675873763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5421703628115951682.post-6533652822560890194</id><published>2008-02-28T21:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-28T22:32:41.535+08:00</updated><title type='text'>3/3 class tee!</title><content type='html'>WOO! 3/3's class tee is finally here :D Me, yanjun, xiaobai and olivia went to pick it up at the production place in aljunied today, freshly printed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I for one, think it looks awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s152.photobucket.com/albums/s181/xOJuneOx/blog%20photos/?action=view&amp;amp;current=classteefront.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 319px; height: 238px;" src="http://i152.photobucket.com/albums/s181/xOJuneOx/blog%20photos/classteefront.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s152.photobucket.com/albums/s181/xOJuneOx/blog%20photos/?action=view&amp;amp;current=classteeback.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 317px; height: 249px;" src="http://i152.photobucket.com/albums/s181/xOJuneOx/blog%20photos/classteeback.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nice isn't it? Minyi is our wonderful model for the shirt! Not much problems with the class tee [I think], except for a few [interesting?] misprints. The hairband on the back of the shirt has your name on it! The front is generic though... But it still looks good :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woo! 3/3's gonna be in class-tees tomorrow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drunk on happiness; Soberity isn't an option.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5421703628115951682-6533652822560890194?l=endorphineffects.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://endorphineffects.blogspot.com/feeds/6533652822560890194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5421703628115951682&amp;postID=6533652822560890194' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5421703628115951682/posts/default/6533652822560890194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5421703628115951682/posts/default/6533652822560890194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://endorphineffects.blogspot.com/2008/02/33-class-tee.html' title='3/3 class tee!'/><author><name>c@ssie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13081082414675873763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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://i152.photobucket.com/albums/s181/xOJuneOx/blog%20photos/th_classteefront.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5421703628115951682.post-5015988784704088194</id><published>2008-02-25T20:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-25T22:48:10.785+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Romeo and Juliet...?</title><content type='html'>Romeo and Juliet were stupid, killing themselves over lust and infatuation. Imagine, going to a ball, seeing someone and suddenly thinking "OH MY GOODNESS! I HAVE TO LOVE HIM NOW." And when things don't quite work out as they plan [when staging your own faked death], then both kill themselves. Whee. What a mature way of handling things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if Shakespeare had never created this whole tragedy, I wouldn't need to be doing this monologue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I should have done macbeth...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;The inconvenient truth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5421703628115951682-5015988784704088194?l=endorphineffects.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://endorphineffects.blogspot.com/feeds/5015988784704088194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5421703628115951682&amp;postID=5015988784704088194' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5421703628115951682/posts/default/5015988784704088194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5421703628115951682/posts/default/5015988784704088194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://endorphineffects.blogspot.com/2008/02/romeo-and-juliet.html' title='Romeo and Juliet...?'/><author><name>c@ssie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13081082414675873763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5421703628115951682.post-7991195481034244660</id><published>2008-02-22T21:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-22T22:09:34.112+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fruit Sprites!</title><content type='html'>Things are better in small doses, and when those small doses come, its so much more enjoyable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drama today! Devising stuff for the kids fest thing at the NLB. Foyer. But still, its the NLB, so its really special and important. First time doing something targetted towards kids too, so its interesting. And lame, annoying, and fun all at the same time, due to our concern that our storyline wasn't interesting enough for them. We came up with a plausible storyline [with some inside-joke puns :D] at last though, so that was okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm amazed at how much people can change, both for the better and for the worse.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5421703628115951682-7991195481034244660?l=endorphineffects.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://endorphineffects.blogspot.com/feeds/7991195481034244660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5421703628115951682&amp;postID=7991195481034244660' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5421703628115951682/posts/default/7991195481034244660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5421703628115951682/posts/default/7991195481034244660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://endorphineffects.blogspot.com/2008/02/fruit-sprites.html' title='Fruit Sprites!'/><author><name>c@ssie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13081082414675873763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5421703628115951682.post-2165330445332398894</id><published>2008-02-18T20:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-18T20:31:26.727+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>That time, when things become so much more complex, and so much simpler all at once. Where your thoughts are a flurry, and they threathen to overflow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you can't decide whether you should be happy, or sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Heehee. Sounds so &lt;em&gt;drama&lt;/em&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5421703628115951682-2165330445332398894?l=endorphineffects.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://endorphineffects.blogspot.com/feeds/2165330445332398894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5421703628115951682&amp;postID=2165330445332398894' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5421703628115951682/posts/default/2165330445332398894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5421703628115951682/posts/default/2165330445332398894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://endorphineffects.blogspot.com/2008/02/that-time-when-things-become-so-much.html' title=''/><author><name>c@ssie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13081082414675873763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5421703628115951682.post-3863739940422388324</id><published>2008-02-14T17:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-14T17:39:36.637+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='valentines day'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Thank you to everyone who gave me a valentines day present! :D It means a lot to me. And also, thanks to the whole of 3/3 2008 who made the Angel and Mortal event thingie a success!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chocolates are nice. They make your brain produce endorphins. Which feels nice. So chocolates are good stuff :3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;So very very sweet.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5421703628115951682-3863739940422388324?l=endorphineffects.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://endorphineffects.blogspot.com/feeds/3863739940422388324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5421703628115951682&amp;postID=3863739940422388324' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5421703628115951682/posts/default/3863739940422388324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5421703628115951682/posts/default/3863739940422388324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://endorphineffects.blogspot.com/2008/02/thank-you-to-everyone-who-gave-me.html' title=''/><author><name>c@ssie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13081082414675873763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5421703628115951682.post-2890179829925944570</id><published>2008-02-12T23:09:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-12T23:11:07.136+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='New. Very new.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Mwahaha. Finally. A new blog. This blog's previous url was &lt;a href="http://www.bottleofhope.blogspot.com/"&gt;www.bottleofhope.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt; , but cassandra got tired of the url and the look, so she decided to change it. Also, her computer is currently in ICU, so there won't be any updates here for a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are already here, please relink her too (: Thanks!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5421703628115951682-2890179829925944570?l=endorphineffects.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://endorphineffects.blogspot.com/feeds/2890179829925944570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5421703628115951682&amp;postID=2890179829925944570' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5421703628115951682/posts/default/2890179829925944570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5421703628115951682/posts/default/2890179829925944570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://endorphineffects.blogspot.com/2008/02/mwahaha.html' title=''/><author><name>c@ssie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13081082414675873763</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>
