<?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-22627352</id><updated>2012-01-17T19:21:46.739+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i just wanna know; how far is heaven?</title><subtitle type='html'>&lt;small&gt;And the world's got me dizzy again&lt;br&gt;
You'd think after 22 (15) years I'd be used to the spin&lt;br&gt;
And it only feels worse when I stay in one place&lt;br&gt;
So I'm always pacing around or walking away&lt;br&gt;
I keep drinking the ink from my pen&lt;br&gt;
And I'm balancing history books up on my head&lt;br&gt;
But it all boils down to one quoteable phrase:&lt;br&gt;
"If you love something give it away"
-Landlocked Blues, Bright Eyes&lt;/small&gt;&lt;p&gt;</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taste-the-fear.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22627352/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taste-the-fear.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22627352/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>vs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12087542701890357138</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JRtI0O5zMoU/TUPfKo_2n9I/AAAAAAAACfE/vYqMXLtvxzI/s220/Picture%2B8c.png'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>1467</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22627352.post-7005499033653677294</id><published>2009-12-13T01:22:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-13T02:26:50.653+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I have &lt;a href="http://laughitout-v.blogspot.com/"&gt;MOVED.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://laughitout-v.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://laughitout-v.blogspot.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just felt like I needed the CHANGE. I'm in this crazy 'Obama' mood so everything is changing. Srsly. My phone, my wallet, my clothes, my blog and my email address are all changing. But most importantly, I'm changing my perspective on life. Learning to look through glasses that only filter the good stuff. Not that bad things will never show up. It probably will, all the time. BUT. Happiness is impermanent and such a dependant variable... so I'm going to try to cultivate a joy in my heart that will carry me through always.&lt;br /&gt;And ... I dunno what else. There are so many things. So many things I need to change. And this is just one small element of my big revamping project. :) This blog will still remain. With all its posts intact. So that if I ever want to revisit those memories, I can. It has tided me through long enough... and now I have left JC and doing bigger, more meaningful things (I hope) and I am blessed. Really.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So after 1,520 posts - it ends here. : )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See you at the new blog ! :D (and do relink, pls)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22627352-7005499033653677294?l=taste-the-fear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taste-the-fear.blogspot.com/feeds/7005499033653677294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22627352&amp;postID=7005499033653677294' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22627352/posts/default/7005499033653677294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22627352/posts/default/7005499033653677294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taste-the-fear.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-have-moved.html' title=''/><author><name>vs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12087542701890357138</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JRtI0O5zMoU/TUPfKo_2n9I/AAAAAAAACfE/vYqMXLtvxzI/s220/Picture%2B8c.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22627352.post-7206592952369101885</id><published>2009-12-12T14:37:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-12T20:03:50.052+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I crave the feeling of a child in my arms. It's crazy. How madly I'm drawn to the idea of mother and son. Everytime I see a lady holding her little boy, I wish he were mine and I were his. So beautiful, you know. The only person who's going to come into this world loving you by default, you'd never have to prove your worth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear future-son, you have no idea how much I love you. Please come to me quickly, this heart can't wait so long.&lt;br /&gt;Love, your mama.&lt;br /&gt;PS: I already have so many names for you, but I know one thing for sure: you'll have the best first name in the world. Your middle name is what you'll go by, I'll let your daddy decide that, but your first name! It's going to be amazing! : )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22627352-7206592952369101885?l=taste-the-fear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taste-the-fear.blogspot.com/feeds/7206592952369101885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22627352&amp;postID=7206592952369101885' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22627352/posts/default/7206592952369101885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22627352/posts/default/7206592952369101885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taste-the-fear.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-crave-for-feeling-of-child-in-my-arms.html' title=''/><author><name>vs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12087542701890357138</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JRtI0O5zMoU/TUPfKo_2n9I/AAAAAAAACfE/vYqMXLtvxzI/s220/Picture%2B8c.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22627352.post-7473713811956861789</id><published>2009-12-12T11:21:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-12T11:22:28.754+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am back from India hooray :) Too awe-mazing for words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don't need much, just glimpses of that orange robe or big hair... fills your heart up so easily, pumping it with a strange kind of energy, a strange kind of joy, coursing through your veins giving you renewed life, renewed life; something even oxygen can't do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22627352-7473713811956861789?l=taste-the-fear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taste-the-fear.blogspot.com/feeds/7473713811956861789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22627352&amp;postID=7473713811956861789' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22627352/posts/default/7473713811956861789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22627352/posts/default/7473713811956861789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taste-the-fear.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-am-back-from-india-hooray-too-awe.html' title=''/><author><name>vs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12087542701890357138</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JRtI0O5zMoU/TUPfKo_2n9I/AAAAAAAACfE/vYqMXLtvxzI/s220/Picture%2B8c.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22627352.post-9096432666637897137</id><published>2009-12-11T21:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-11T21:47:38.399+08:00</updated><title type='text'>get the facts first, THEN panic!</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;This is a post written on 11th Jan 2010 at 4:20pm in my other blog that I deleted bcos I couldn't  stand to see it. And I have changed the date 'cos I don't want it to be the first post :P&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to Irene (link to her blog in the sidebar), I finally know what my fear of small holes are called. &lt;b&gt;TRYPOPHOBIA. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was just telling Sneha a couple of days ago when I was in Sydney that I have this insane fear of holes. The example I used was honeycombs. I remember when I was a kid, people used to poke holes into their erasers with their pencil (even I did this) or poke staples into it to play that spinning-eraser game then later take them out leaving holes and I used to feel so ugh-ed!! That was when I realised that I hated seeing holes. Since then, I have seen so many things with holes... there was once this email that my mom showed me, it gave me nightmares for days. It was about some lady who bought a bra from a store and didn't wash it before using it for the first time and apparently there had been some worms or something that had dug holes into her breasts and there were PICTURES... I was thoroughly freaked out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This fear actually extends to things that APPEAR to have holes in them. I remember last year a classmate and I were doing our Physics SPA graph (the one about Newton's cooling curve) in the library and there were 2 graphs that we needed to plot. So we tried to use different symbols and one was 'x' while the other was a dot with a circle around it. Seeing the dots with circles around them made me pukey. Now I realise it's because they kinda looked like little holes. BLEAURGH. I couldn't stand looking at them for more than a few seconds, so I just ripped that paper up instead of bothering to erase the symbols (even though I had to redo the first graph again). Also made said friend sit far away from me 'cos he didn't intend on getting rid of them. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Irene's blog, there was a link to someone else's blog which had an entry about this phobia. As I was opening that link, I had already covered my eyes with my hand and was peeking through the gap. I scrolled DAMN FAST and saw 2 pictures, freaked out and closed the window AFAP. I actually wanted to read more about it, but I didn't dare revisit the page (apparently there's even a video? How sick!). And now I'm too afraid to even google/wiki 'tryopophobia' 'cos I'm sure there'll be some pictures involved :( &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Godddd how disgusting. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, knowing that such a phobia exists and having a NAME attached to it makes me feel even worse. 'Cos it just kinda confirms my fears. And makes me feel like a mental patient. Ugh. Still having goosebumps.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22627352-9096432666637897137?l=taste-the-fear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taste-the-fear.blogspot.com/feeds/9096432666637897137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22627352&amp;postID=9096432666637897137' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22627352/posts/default/9096432666637897137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22627352/posts/default/9096432666637897137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taste-the-fear.blogspot.com/2010/01/get-facts-first-then-panic_11.html' title='get the facts first, THEN panic!'/><author><name>vs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12087542701890357138</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JRtI0O5zMoU/TUPfKo_2n9I/AAAAAAAACfE/vYqMXLtvxzI/s220/Picture%2B8c.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22627352.post-1301114142203616408</id><published>2009-12-01T20:56:00.013+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-15T19:00:18.660+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yesterday: &lt;br /&gt;Last ever day in study room and MJ uniform! After which, rushed to Parkway to meet Mariam and buy baking goods (it was a long journey there from Pasir ris &gt;&lt;) then off to her house to begin baking our cake for Harshini. It was supposed to be this sexy Turkish tamarind-chocolate cake thing but in the end it was just chocolate cos we couldn't find Tamarind syrup (is that the thing they put in those Chaat items etc?). It was my VIRGIN CAKE. I have never baked a thing in my life, and Mariam has never baked anything that isn't from an instant mix. And we were gonna do this from SCRATCH. So I was like, "Mariam, don't worry. This is just like Chemistry SPA."... hahaha... we literally just followed the instructions like it was some titration experiment. But instead of 25cm^3 of NaOH, it was like... 80g of flour and instead of heating some compound in an evaporating dish, it was melting chocolate in our self-made double boiler of sorts.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;It was good fun, I should say. Even though our cake looked damn disgusting. Cos our cream didn't come out properly, and our cake didn't rise enough either. So it was like sooo thin and thus we triple-layered it. Haha! And then we just poured chocolate everywhere, 3 different flavours of chocolate and it was like this disgusting goop thing all over the place. Her entire kitchen was a mess but here's the deal: IT TASTED AWESOME!!! And we thought we'd let Harshini decide what it was... biscuit, or brownie or cookie or pudding or whatever :P (In the end, she and her mom named it some french thingo that she'd eaten in Paris on her ACTUAL birthday - last Thursday) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;So after like 5 hours of retarded baking, finally walked to Harshini's house and I came in by the front door while Mariam tried to creep in by the back door. I made up some absolute nonsense in an attempt to make conversation with Harshini while looking out for the back door. I don't think it was very nice that I turned up at her doorstep unannounced at 10pm. And she was like "oh why didn't you call?" and I was like "umm I tried" (I kind of remember Mariam talking on the phone with Harsh while Harsh told her to only call her house phone) and Harsh went "oh yeah I lost my sim card!" (and I was thinking THANK GOD cos I couldn't have lied anymore!!!!) I thought her parents were kind of on to us... but they was just as clueless omg. Tssssk. So had to handle the situation by myself... only to realise that Mariam had sent me a text saying it was LOCKED! So I told her to come by the front and she said NO! So I randomly told Harsh I needed water and we went to the kitchen. And I didn't know where the backdoor was, so I was like "oooh you have a backyard? Omg can I see" and just helped myself to the door while Harshini was like "wtf vidhu it's just the back kitchen there that's all!" and SURPRISE !!!!!! Mariam with cake and candles hehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Sang songs, cut cake, smeared it on her face then crashed in her room for a while talking about random stuff before my dad came. And that was the night! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Hope Harshini liked it. It wasn't much, but it came from the heart so I guess that counts for something? :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Came home hella tired and had the most peaceful sleep :D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Today: &lt;br /&gt;HA. ALL IN A DAY'S WORK :D ...And my day only started at 2pm when I woke up and showered :P &lt;br /&gt;Cleaned up A level junk and packed and ready to go to India tomorrow morning! :D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Oh and you really need to refer to &lt;a href="http://taste-the-fear.blogspot.com/2009/11/no-idea-where-all-these-blogging-urges.html"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; entry to know the difference. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JRtI0O5zMoU/SxUaQ6f0dYI/AAAAAAAABPY/ca3dp2M0Ox8/s1600/DSCF1621.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JRtI0O5zMoU/SxUaQ6f0dYI/AAAAAAAABPY/ca3dp2M0Ox8/s320/DSCF1621.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410259405238465922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JRtI0O5zMoU/SxUaQXLH_1I/AAAAAAAABPQ/WlD5KT0L7Cc/s1600/DSCF1622.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JRtI0O5zMoU/SxUaQXLH_1I/AAAAAAAABPQ/WlD5KT0L7Cc/s320/DSCF1622.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410259395756425042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JRtI0O5zMoU/SxUaQEa2FkI/AAAAAAAABPI/mgxTNcM5lOw/s1600/DSCF1623.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JRtI0O5zMoU/SxUaQEa2FkI/AAAAAAAABPI/mgxTNcM5lOw/s320/DSCF1623.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410259390722086466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JRtI0O5zMoU/SxUaPnL1qzI/AAAAAAAABPA/mSeu8yZM1zY/s1600/DSCF1625.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JRtI0O5zMoU/SxUaPnL1qzI/AAAAAAAABPA/mSeu8yZM1zY/s320/DSCF1625.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410259382874516274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JRtI0O5zMoU/SxUz4HqEmBI/AAAAAAAABPo/he57xePZ9nM/s1600/DSCF1627.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JRtI0O5zMoU/SxUz4HqEmBI/AAAAAAAABPo/he57xePZ9nM/s320/DSCF1627.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410287566576719890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clean tables and everything filed or put inside cupboard... and some excess papers (like all the stacks of 09 prelim papers I bought) shoved into the box and YAY A level cleaning up doneeeee woots I am so efficient! :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;I can't be arsed to upload other pics - last day of college and Harshini's surprise so maybe when I get the mood or after coming back from India ok??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Bye!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22627352-1301114142203616408?l=taste-the-fear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taste-the-fear.blogspot.com/feeds/1301114142203616408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22627352&amp;postID=1301114142203616408' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22627352/posts/default/1301114142203616408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22627352/posts/default/1301114142203616408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taste-the-fear.blogspot.com/2009/12/yesterday-last-ever-day-in-study-room.html' title=''/><author><name>vs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12087542701890357138</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JRtI0O5zMoU/TUPfKo_2n9I/AAAAAAAACfE/vYqMXLtvxzI/s220/Picture%2B8c.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JRtI0O5zMoU/SxUaQ6f0dYI/AAAAAAAABPY/ca3dp2M0Ox8/s72-c/DSCF1621.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22627352.post-4851930624906444546</id><published>2009-12-01T14:25:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T15:06:16.803+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ScarJo was freaking gorgeous on Ellen (with Pete Yorn)! Like a pretty musician... I have no idea how I even missed it! It was in October!!! I have those songs (Relator &amp; shampoo) and it sounds so much better live when you can actually see Scarjo hahaha :P  LOVE THE WOMAN :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, hello December! Oh how I have waited for you! :) Okay, not really. I don't keep track of dates etc. We just take it as it comes cos that's liiiiiife. (Michael Buble's newest album is awesome, btw)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22627352-4851930624906444546?l=taste-the-fear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taste-the-fear.blogspot.com/feeds/4851930624906444546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22627352&amp;postID=4851930624906444546' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22627352/posts/default/4851930624906444546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22627352/posts/default/4851930624906444546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taste-the-fear.blogspot.com/2009/12/scarjo-was-freaking-gorgeous-on-ellen.html' title=''/><author><name>vs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12087542701890357138</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JRtI0O5zMoU/TUPfKo_2n9I/AAAAAAAACfE/vYqMXLtvxzI/s220/Picture%2B8c.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22627352.post-1247700916146781574</id><published>2009-11-30T23:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-30T23:28:08.074+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Done.&lt;br /&gt;(and done for?)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22627352-1247700916146781574?l=taste-the-fear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taste-the-fear.blogspot.com/feeds/1247700916146781574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22627352&amp;postID=1247700916146781574' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22627352/posts/default/1247700916146781574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22627352/posts/default/1247700916146781574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taste-the-fear.blogspot.com/2009/11/done.html' title=''/><author><name>vs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12087542701890357138</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JRtI0O5zMoU/TUPfKo_2n9I/AAAAAAAACfE/vYqMXLtvxzI/s220/Picture%2B8c.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22627352.post-3096279080872780266</id><published>2009-11-29T21:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-29T22:13:32.611+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Feeling morose. &gt;:( &lt;br /&gt;How is it all ending tomorrow? I don't think I'm ready. Not ready to have my fate sealed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Big siiiiiiigh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22627352-3096279080872780266?l=taste-the-fear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taste-the-fear.blogspot.com/feeds/3096279080872780266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22627352&amp;postID=3096279080872780266' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22627352/posts/default/3096279080872780266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22627352/posts/default/3096279080872780266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taste-the-fear.blogspot.com/2009/11/feeling-morose.html' title=''/><author><name>vs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12087542701890357138</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JRtI0O5zMoU/TUPfKo_2n9I/AAAAAAAACfE/vYqMXLtvxzI/s220/Picture%2B8c.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22627352.post-8211761236852180166</id><published>2009-11-29T02:11:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-29T02:11:22.966+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>And promise you kid, I'll give so much more than I get,&lt;br /&gt;I just haven't met you yet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22627352-8211761236852180166?l=taste-the-fear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taste-the-fear.blogspot.com/feeds/8211761236852180166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22627352&amp;postID=8211761236852180166' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22627352/posts/default/8211761236852180166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22627352/posts/default/8211761236852180166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taste-the-fear.blogspot.com/2009/11/and-promise-you-kid-ill-give-so-much.html' title=''/><author><name>vs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12087542701890357138</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JRtI0O5zMoU/TUPfKo_2n9I/AAAAAAAACfE/vYqMXLtvxzI/s220/Picture%2B8c.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22627352.post-572677508272911159</id><published>2009-11-28T23:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-29T00:18:20.688+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Such a lonely day, and it's mine.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22627352-572677508272911159?l=taste-the-fear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taste-the-fear.blogspot.com/feeds/572677508272911159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22627352&amp;postID=572677508272911159' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22627352/posts/default/572677508272911159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22627352/posts/default/572677508272911159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taste-the-fear.blogspot.com/2009/11/such-lonely-day-and-its-mine.html' title=''/><author><name>vs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12087542701890357138</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JRtI0O5zMoU/TUPfKo_2n9I/AAAAAAAACfE/vYqMXLtvxzI/s220/Picture%2B8c.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22627352.post-4933582682784984320</id><published>2009-11-27T21:12:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-27T21:13:35.243+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today's been a shitfuck day. Sigh. *deep breath* &lt;br /&gt;It'll be okay, it always is.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22627352-4933582682784984320?l=taste-the-fear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taste-the-fear.blogspot.com/feeds/4933582682784984320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22627352&amp;postID=4933582682784984320' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22627352/posts/default/4933582682784984320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22627352/posts/default/4933582682784984320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taste-the-fear.blogspot.com/2009/11/todays-been-shitfuck-day.html' title=''/><author><name>vs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12087542701890357138</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JRtI0O5zMoU/TUPfKo_2n9I/AAAAAAAACfE/vYqMXLtvxzI/s220/Picture%2B8c.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22627352.post-5892843780317072165</id><published>2009-11-27T18:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-27T18:07:06.495+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;On this day, God wants you to know...&lt;br /&gt;that you are not alone. God is always with you, seen or unseen, saint or sinner. Giving you air, supporting your footsteps, nourishing you with sunshine, God is here with you. The separateness you sometimes feel is an illusion, in truth you are never alone.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gaping hole in my heart: &lt;strong&gt;FILLED&lt;/strong&gt; : )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22627352-5892843780317072165?l=taste-the-fear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taste-the-fear.blogspot.com/feeds/5892843780317072165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22627352&amp;postID=5892843780317072165' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22627352/posts/default/5892843780317072165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22627352/posts/default/5892843780317072165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taste-the-fear.blogspot.com/2009/11/on-this-day-god-wants-you-to-know_27.html' title=''/><author><name>vs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12087542701890357138</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JRtI0O5zMoU/TUPfKo_2n9I/AAAAAAAACfE/vYqMXLtvxzI/s220/Picture%2B8c.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22627352.post-5815728193487020662</id><published>2009-11-27T11:50:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-27T11:53:23.384+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ever feel like there's a gaping hole in your heart?&lt;br /&gt;Today's one of those days.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22627352-5815728193487020662?l=taste-the-fear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taste-the-fear.blogspot.com/feeds/5815728193487020662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22627352&amp;postID=5815728193487020662' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22627352/posts/default/5815728193487020662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22627352/posts/default/5815728193487020662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taste-the-fear.blogspot.com/2009/11/ever-feel-like-theres-gaping-hole-in.html' title=''/><author><name>vs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12087542701890357138</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JRtI0O5zMoU/TUPfKo_2n9I/AAAAAAAACfE/vYqMXLtvxzI/s220/Picture%2B8c.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22627352.post-2369765076486721183</id><published>2009-11-27T02:17:00.013+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-27T12:03:59.060+08:00</updated><title type='text'>highly important entry! hahaha</title><content type='html'>Ha guess what? I'm considering changing my blog address, 'cuz taste-the-fear.blogspot.com, seriously?! It might've been cool when I was like &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;twelve&lt;/span&gt; and walking around in a waaay-too-long-for-me green pinafore... okay, even then it probably wasn't cool. Not to mention the more I think about it the more weird it sounds... taste the fear ?!? What the hell. It sounds like some wrestling catchphrase. Sure, I was guy-ish then but now I'm a girl (hahaha)... more girl than before and I like things like nailpolish, earrings and butterflies. It's just disgusting and negativey-sounding and I NEED TO FREAKING CHANGE IT OKAY? &lt;br /&gt;Okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here are the most important thoughts of this entire post:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) I want to move to an address that has the word "laugh" in it. Because I truly love laughing. I laugh for everything, I laugh even when it's not funny and laugh a whole fucking lot when it's funny. A few days ago my mom said that I'm laughing too much and that I need to get my head checked. I don't get that, how can anyone laugh too much? Laughing is great. We should all laugh more. Laughter is the best medicine. Other things we should do more of: swing on swings, slide down slides and drink water. Trufax.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) And I thought of laughitout.blogspot.com! HAHAHA, that is pretty much my life motto (along with "don't be depressed, be gay", "a place for everything and everything in its place", "the most wasted of all days is one without laughter" (haha even that has laugh in it! And e.e.cummings said that, btw. Great man, great man. Also has the same birthday as me.)  and ok I have a lot of other mottos - this is so irrelevant.) If you've seen my school diaries, there are a lot of "laugh it out, v!" or "laugh it out, vidhu!" or "laugh it out!" (which all mean the same thing, I needn't have typed that 3 times, but I felt like it). And GUESS WHAT! It's taken &gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) So blogger gave me some crap suggestions, and then I laughed and thought, why not laughitout-v.blogspot.com!!! (or laughitout-vs.blogspot.com??? Though no one ever calls me VS anymore. It's like, old story old story. And here we're making some big new changes right? Right. So no VS, then.) I quite like it. Also very personal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Then I curiously decided to visit the person who has laughitout.blogspot.com and YOU KNOW WHAT? Their blog is sooo sparse. I am upset. But not too upset. :P Because... I thought maybe I could randomly ask them if I could have their blog address. I know it sounds totally ridiculous, but I feel it's worth asking. Their tag-board is full of conversation, but their last update was suuuuch a long time ago. So, I dunno. I've been so tempted to just freakin' ask them if I could have their address HAHA (of course leaving my name and blog address for their reference) and I'm prepared for them to go WTF YOU WEIRDO? NO WAY... there's a high likelihood of that happening hahahaha. BUT, I'm honestly willing to take that risk. Live life with no regrets, amirite! That's also one of my life mottos, btw. Hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) So, now that you've heard my wacky 2am thoughts (these thoughts have actually been running through my head for DAYS ON END and I had no idea whom to tell so I figured, ha, let's just put it on my blog!! So that my grand total of what? Zero readers can comment)... WHAT DO YOU GUYS THINK? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a retard, right? Yeah. Well-established fact. And I've sprained my left-hand middle finger. Hurts like a mother and totally swollen. Bah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh OH Ohhhhhh, I can't believe I forgot. I'm also seriously considering changing my blog template, because everyone seems to be unable to view it properly (it works fine for me though, both on macbook and PC, so what the hell is wrong with this shit !!) and find it hard to read 'cos the font is too small or the background is too pink and whineywhineyblahblah. I have some super pretty ones saved in my extremely long bookmarks list (I have no idea how it got so long!)... they are very minimalistic, in eye-friendly light colours and decent-sized font... I am very sensitive to colours, actually. Hating black so much right now, it's such a depressing bad-energy colour. But pink is so attractive, hahah! It's like this soft yet energetic colour. And it's the colour of loooove! :D You know what I love? Digressing. Anyway, the only problem is that some of them are in XML and I am extremely unwilling to leave html. Yes, I do live in the 90s. But xml is just frustrating cos I'd have to organise my entire blog all over again! With html, I can just copy and paste everything!!! Graaaah. But let's see, yeah? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life has a way of playing out! :) (I know, when did I get so happy? hahahaha)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22627352-2369765076486721183?l=taste-the-fear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taste-the-fear.blogspot.com/feeds/2369765076486721183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22627352&amp;postID=2369765076486721183' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22627352/posts/default/2369765076486721183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22627352/posts/default/2369765076486721183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taste-the-fear.blogspot.com/2009/11/ha-guess-what-im-considering-changing.html' title='highly important entry! hahaha'/><author><name>vs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12087542701890357138</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JRtI0O5zMoU/TUPfKo_2n9I/AAAAAAAACfE/vYqMXLtvxzI/s220/Picture%2B8c.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22627352.post-7541182527984745895</id><published>2009-11-26T15:32:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-26T16:13:41.897+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>How come the more you break my heart the more crazily addicted I am to you? :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22627352-7541182527984745895?l=taste-the-fear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taste-the-fear.blogspot.com/feeds/7541182527984745895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22627352&amp;postID=7541182527984745895' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22627352/posts/default/7541182527984745895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22627352/posts/default/7541182527984745895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taste-the-fear.blogspot.com/2009/11/how-come-more-you-break-my-heart-more.html' title=''/><author><name>vs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12087542701890357138</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JRtI0O5zMoU/TUPfKo_2n9I/AAAAAAAACfE/vYqMXLtvxzI/s220/Picture%2B8c.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22627352.post-3298047937064034085</id><published>2009-11-26T03:29:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-26T03:30:37.433+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I could be the shipmate's wife, got you down and dirty with the lotion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;y/n?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22627352-3298047937064034085?l=taste-the-fear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taste-the-fear.blogspot.com/feeds/3298047937064034085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22627352&amp;postID=3298047937064034085' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22627352/posts/default/3298047937064034085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22627352/posts/default/3298047937064034085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taste-the-fear.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-could-be-shipmates-wife-got-you-down.html' title=''/><author><name>vs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12087542701890357138</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JRtI0O5zMoU/TUPfKo_2n9I/AAAAAAAACfE/vYqMXLtvxzI/s220/Picture%2B8c.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22627352.post-7637476252473592375</id><published>2009-11-25T19:10:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-25T19:22:12.542+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Did it Again - Shakira (y) (y) (y). Awesome music video, too :D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there are so many wonderful ads on TV these days! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This one's great, just that I'd probably still never buy LG hahah! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="420" height="255"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/uvSQAylE8-s&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/uvSQAylE8-s&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="380" height="320"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Prudential Asia - I like the words, though the woman's pronounciation CMI. &gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="420" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/6B-lgRaqtu4&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/6B-lgRaqtu4&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="380" height="320"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listen to me, even if its difficult. Even if I don't speak up. Even if you disagree. Even when you already know the story - whether its sad or late.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22627352-7637476252473592375?l=taste-the-fear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taste-the-fear.blogspot.com/feeds/7637476252473592375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22627352&amp;postID=7637476252473592375' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22627352/posts/default/7637476252473592375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22627352/posts/default/7637476252473592375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taste-the-fear.blogspot.com/2009/11/did-it-again-shakira-y-y-y.html' title=''/><author><name>vs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12087542701890357138</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JRtI0O5zMoU/TUPfKo_2n9I/AAAAAAAACfE/vYqMXLtvxzI/s220/Picture%2B8c.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22627352.post-6263101161378947601</id><published>2009-11-24T16:59:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-24T17:05:42.401+08:00</updated><title type='text'>1,500 posts!</title><content type='html'>I totally just came to say that :P&lt;br /&gt;500 posts - 19/08/2007 &lt;br /&gt;1000 posts - 06/10/2008 &lt;br /&gt;1500 posts - 24/11/2009 &lt;br /&gt;I am getting slower :P Tskkkk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here's a poem I wrote to celebrate my 1500ness. Okay, I totally did not write it for that reason, but whatever, you know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You are all the places you shouldn't be,&lt;br /&gt;you make yourself look so ugly.&lt;br /&gt;Quit making me look bad in front'a my friends,&lt;br /&gt;Wish you could disappear...&lt;br /&gt;but it looks like you're etched upon my skin forever!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm talking to my zits by the way, HAHAHAHAHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace out, ya'll.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22627352-6263101161378947601?l=taste-the-fear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taste-the-fear.blogspot.com/feeds/6263101161378947601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22627352&amp;postID=6263101161378947601' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22627352/posts/default/6263101161378947601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22627352/posts/default/6263101161378947601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taste-the-fear.blogspot.com/2009/11/1500-posts.html' title='1,500 posts!'/><author><name>vs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12087542701890357138</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JRtI0O5zMoU/TUPfKo_2n9I/AAAAAAAACfE/vYqMXLtvxzI/s220/Picture%2B8c.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22627352.post-5332098682720968957</id><published>2009-11-24T15:27:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-24T17:00:18.157+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;It's not over till it's over&lt;/strong&gt;, but...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We still went out! Joanna, ZX, Kai Ni and me :) Went to TM and ate at Pastamania at around 11.30am cos we were soooo freaking hungry after today's Phy paper (which was decentish, thank GOD.) then walked around aimlessly... we kept getting distracted by shiny things HAHA. Bought a bit of junk before heading to watch A Christmas Carol. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a fuckin' creepy movie, to say the least. And I truly hate 3D (I find it scary :P... not to mention it hurts my eyes and gives me a headache) but fortunate for me this one wasn't too bad... it wasn't like overly freaky or in-your-face. But some scenes in the movie were really very dark! Though I would say they were very artistic/poetic. I guess that's props to Charles Dickens but it was brought to life quite nicely (way better than the lame-o mickey mouse etc versions)! I liked it. Though it was kinda tragic that we couldn't catch a number of lines due to the accents/english. D: Quite fail, right? HAHA and why were all the scenes from a helicopter POV!! Overall verdict: It wasn't fantastic, but JIM CARREY WAS FREAKING AWESOME! :D Go watch! 3/5? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there's like 6 days to Physics paper and then we are D-O-N-E.&lt;br /&gt;Not that it makes a hell lot of difference cos we were parading around like we were done anyway HAHAHAHA, but just for formalities sake hehehe :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;On this day, God wants you to know... that your remedy for anxiety is the question: 'Will this matter in a year from now?' All too often you get so involved in things that you look at life through a microscope. Amplifying manifold, an invisible speck becomes an insurmountable mountain. Put down the microscope and imagine yourself a year from now looking back at today: 'Does this really matter?'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Probably not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha. I'm so terribly lovesick these days, it's maddening. Blahhhhh. Somebody throw me a lifeline please.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22627352-5332098682720968957?l=taste-the-fear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taste-the-fear.blogspot.com/feeds/5332098682720968957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22627352&amp;postID=5332098682720968957' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22627352/posts/default/5332098682720968957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22627352/posts/default/5332098682720968957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taste-the-fear.blogspot.com/2009/11/its-not-over-till-its-over-but.html' title=''/><author><name>vs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12087542701890357138</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JRtI0O5zMoU/TUPfKo_2n9I/AAAAAAAACfE/vYqMXLtvxzI/s220/Picture%2B8c.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22627352.post-6287622047551307385</id><published>2009-11-23T23:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-24T17:08:41.465+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Please remember the stark differences between the past and the present. Those mistakes you once made; they are yours, but they are not yours to keep. People change, you have changed. You are new.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are new.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22627352-6287622047551307385?l=taste-the-fear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taste-the-fear.blogspot.com/feeds/6287622047551307385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22627352&amp;postID=6287622047551307385' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22627352/posts/default/6287622047551307385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22627352/posts/default/6287622047551307385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taste-the-fear.blogspot.com/2009/11/please-remember-stark-differences.html' title=''/><author><name>vs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12087542701890357138</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JRtI0O5zMoU/TUPfKo_2n9I/AAAAAAAACfE/vYqMXLtvxzI/s220/Picture%2B8c.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22627352.post-2250822979504533431</id><published>2009-11-23T19:58:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T20:01:17.227+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I pretty much lost all my fingernails in biting them during exams :( I am sad. I HOPE THEY GROW OUT FAST (much unlike my hair :( :( :()&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;She wears short skirts, I wear t-shirts, &lt;br /&gt;she's cheer captain and I'm on the bleachers,&lt;br /&gt;waiting for the day when you'll wake up and find...&lt;br /&gt;that what you're looking for has been here the whole time !!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah and Chem was fucking hard. &gt;:( This life is horrible.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22627352-2250822979504533431?l=taste-the-fear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taste-the-fear.blogspot.com/feeds/2250822979504533431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22627352&amp;postID=2250822979504533431' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22627352/posts/default/2250822979504533431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22627352/posts/default/2250822979504533431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taste-the-fear.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-pretty-much-lost-all-my-fingernails.html' title=''/><author><name>vs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12087542701890357138</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JRtI0O5zMoU/TUPfKo_2n9I/AAAAAAAACfE/vYqMXLtvxzI/s220/Picture%2B8c.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22627352.post-4990462639326978342</id><published>2009-11-23T10:43:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T10:45:35.619+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Love is either unconditional or it's no love. You might like someone conditional on their personality or behavior or circumstances. But love accepts no boundaries. So never say 'I love you because', for love has no cause, love comes from God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My message from God ;)&lt;br /&gt;Today my True Best Friend turns 84. Thank You for your Unconditional Love : )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22627352-4990462639326978342?l=taste-the-fear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taste-the-fear.blogspot.com/feeds/4990462639326978342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22627352&amp;postID=4990462639326978342' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22627352/posts/default/4990462639326978342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22627352/posts/default/4990462639326978342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taste-the-fear.blogspot.com/2009/11/love-is-either-unconditional-or-its-no.html' title=''/><author><name>vs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12087542701890357138</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JRtI0O5zMoU/TUPfKo_2n9I/AAAAAAAACfE/vYqMXLtvxzI/s220/Picture%2B8c.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22627352.post-5593451864650527220</id><published>2009-11-23T01:17:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T01:18:43.633+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>3 more papers, 7 more days (!?! I KNOW RIGHT!) to freedom !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok la as if I've been all cooped up with my books :P Pretty much slacked the weekend away hahaha. Vidushini Siva, you suck! : )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22627352-5593451864650527220?l=taste-the-fear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taste-the-fear.blogspot.com/feeds/5593451864650527220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22627352&amp;postID=5593451864650527220' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22627352/posts/default/5593451864650527220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22627352/posts/default/5593451864650527220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taste-the-fear.blogspot.com/2009/11/3-more-papers-7-more-days-i-know-right.html' title=''/><author><name>vs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12087542701890357138</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JRtI0O5zMoU/TUPfKo_2n9I/AAAAAAAACfE/vYqMXLtvxzI/s220/Picture%2B8c.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22627352.post-2216649691918992978</id><published>2009-11-21T22:48:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-21T22:48:17.286+08:00</updated><title type='text'>happy world HELLO day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22627352-2216649691918992978?l=taste-the-fear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taste-the-fear.blogspot.com/feeds/2216649691918992978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22627352&amp;postID=2216649691918992978' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22627352/posts/default/2216649691918992978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22627352/posts/default/2216649691918992978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taste-the-fear.blogspot.com/2009/11/happy-world-hello-day.html' title='happy world HELLO day!'/><author><name>vs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12087542701890357138</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JRtI0O5zMoU/TUPfKo_2n9I/AAAAAAAACfE/vYqMXLtvxzI/s220/Picture%2B8c.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22627352.post-1601596070977344241</id><published>2009-11-20T18:07:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-22T02:13:56.257+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>UGH FINALLY DONE WITH ECONS. To say it was disastrous is an understatement, but I guess I'm far from caring already. On to more lovable subjects! Whoo!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I took a video again of the school gate (eta 2:13am I have been informed by a FACEBOOK FAN PAGE that it's called a turnstile! hahahaha), but right from the faaar end of the queue and even captured Joanna and Irene quarelling and some funny jokes etc, but it apparently didn't get saved :( I dunno how. I swore I recorded it, and even told the guys that it was 2mins 30sec long (even tho I paused recording in the middle cos it got boring) and oh well, blah. :( Life's bigger than losing random videos. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So. It's a friday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't have very much to say, A levels has been truly depressing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I shall go appease my hunger. Toodles! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and HUGS TO ALL MY INDIAN FRIENDS :D :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22627352-1601596070977344241?l=taste-the-fear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taste-the-fear.blogspot.com/feeds/1601596070977344241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22627352&amp;postID=1601596070977344241' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22627352/posts/default/1601596070977344241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22627352/posts/default/1601596070977344241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taste-the-fear.blogspot.com/2009/11/ugh-finally-done-with-econs.html' title=''/><author><name>vs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12087542701890357138</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JRtI0O5zMoU/TUPfKo_2n9I/AAAAAAAACfE/vYqMXLtvxzI/s220/Picture%2B8c.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22627352.post-5742178845166480824</id><published>2009-11-19T21:34:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-19T23:46:35.052+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;WHAT ARE SINGAPOREANS QUEUING FOR THIS TIME???&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fantastic MJC school gate !!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JRtI0O5zMoU/SwVKDl3gZ9I/AAAAAAAABOE/ULFB5zEV5nQ/s1600/DSC01727.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405808353293133778" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JRtI0O5zMoU/SwVKDl3gZ9I/AAAAAAAABOE/ULFB5zEV5nQ/s320/DSC01727.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took a video as we shuffled along to exit, and it was supposed to be really funny but my phone camera quality is majorly bad (I NEED A NEW PHONE. I just dunno what to get. ANY SUGGESTIONS?) and it was rotated wrongly I AM SO STUPID. Okay, here it is hahaha:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="visibility:hidden;width:0px;height:0px;" border=0 width=0 height=0 src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/IMP/CXNID=2000002.0NXC/bHQ9MTI1ODY*NTEyMjM5MCZwdD*xMjU4NjQ1MjExNjU2JnA9Mzg2MzYxJmQ9Jm49YmxvZ2dlciZnPTEmbz*5ZjZkNTdkZGVmMGE*Mzc*YWY4NTIwYzE4MmQyNWI5ZCZvZj*w.gif" /&gt;&lt;embed width="400" height="240" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowFullscreen="true" allowNetworking="all" wmode="transparent" src="http://static.photobucket.com/player.swf?file=http://vidmg.photobucket.com/albums/v260/psychopath14/MOV01728.flv"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ROFL Yihui: Are you gonna post it on facebook??? hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And after we made it out! And climbing the overhead bridge...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JRtI0O5zMoU/SwVTSAqgYcI/AAAAAAAABOk/RBzA3Mte6VI/s1600/DSC01729.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405818496609182146" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JRtI0O5zMoU/SwVTSAqgYcI/AAAAAAAABOk/RBzA3Mte6VI/s320/DSC01729.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The queue just got longer HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JRtI0O5zMoU/SwVKErAS2FI/AAAAAAAABOU/7-tVRDbU-dc/s1600/DSC01730.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405808371852040274" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JRtI0O5zMoU/SwVKErAS2FI/AAAAAAAABOU/7-tVRDbU-dc/s320/DSC01730.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's ridiculous! And it's one of those fancy gates where you cannot come in... I dunno how to explain, but it only rotates in the other direction at certain times of the day! What nonsense right !!! Glad I've graduated HAHAHA.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I just saw this and found it quite funny... Lol... MERRY CHRISTMAS hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JRtI0O5zMoU/SwVP9IluslI/AAAAAAAABOc/CefHw2aDKU0/s1600/classmates+xmas.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 223px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405814839424496210" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JRtI0O5zMoU/SwVP9IluslI/AAAAAAAABOc/CefHw2aDKU0/s320/classmates+xmas.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH AND BEFORE I FORGET, tomorrow is &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;NATIONAL HUG AN INDIAN DAY&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;!!!! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22627352-5742178845166480824?l=taste-the-fear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taste-the-fear.blogspot.com/feeds/5742178845166480824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22627352&amp;postID=5742178845166480824' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22627352/posts/default/5742178845166480824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22627352/posts/default/5742178845166480824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taste-the-fear.blogspot.com/2009/11/what-are-singaporeans-queuing-for-this.html' title=''/><author><name>vs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12087542701890357138</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JRtI0O5zMoU/TUPfKo_2n9I/AAAAAAAACfE/vYqMXLtvxzI/s220/Picture%2B8c.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JRtI0O5zMoU/SwVKDl3gZ9I/AAAAAAAABOE/ULFB5zEV5nQ/s72-c/DSC01727.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22627352.post-3547389565184879191</id><published>2009-11-19T09:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-19T09:56:16.116+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>On this day, God wants you to know... &lt;em&gt;that there is a miracle waiting for you this minute, - please make room for it in your thinking. God has no need to prove anything to you, so if you don't believe in miracles, you are not likely to receive one. How do you believe in miracles? You believe by keeping your eyes open, - miracles often come in ways unexpected, and might leave unrecognized unless you pay attention.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am in DIRE NEED OF A MIRACLE, THANK YOU VERY MUCH.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22627352-3547389565184879191?l=taste-the-fear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taste-the-fear.blogspot.com/feeds/3547389565184879191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22627352&amp;postID=3547389565184879191' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22627352/posts/default/3547389565184879191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22627352/posts/default/3547389565184879191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taste-the-fear.blogspot.com/2009/11/on-this-day-god-wants-you-to-know.html' title=''/><author><name>vs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12087542701890357138</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JRtI0O5zMoU/TUPfKo_2n9I/AAAAAAAACfE/vYqMXLtvxzI/s220/Picture%2B8c.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22627352.post-7581148891822797902</id><published>2009-11-18T23:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-18T23:47:25.208+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>DO YOU KNOW BLUE IS A GIRL?! &lt;br /&gt;"Blues Clue's is a girl. Magenta's a boy. No questions asked."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Read also: Steve is gay. I'm gonna go write that article now. Or has it already been written?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22627352-7581148891822797902?l=taste-the-fear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taste-the-fear.blogspot.com/feeds/7581148891822797902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22627352&amp;postID=7581148891822797902' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22627352/posts/default/7581148891822797902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22627352/posts/default/7581148891822797902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taste-the-fear.blogspot.com/2009/11/do-you-know-blue-is-girl-blues-clues-is.html' title=''/><author><name>vs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12087542701890357138</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JRtI0O5zMoU/TUPfKo_2n9I/AAAAAAAACfE/vYqMXLtvxzI/s220/Picture%2B8c.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22627352.post-3775955653962750291</id><published>2009-11-18T23:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-18T23:39:16.106+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Even God started bawling after today's Econs paper. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just wanna know; how far is heaven?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K now I'm gonna go focus on physics, yo. Bye. LOVE! (Like saying Peace! but LOVE! is awesomer)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22627352-3775955653962750291?l=taste-the-fear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taste-the-fear.blogspot.com/feeds/3775955653962750291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22627352&amp;postID=3775955653962750291' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22627352/posts/default/3775955653962750291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22627352/posts/default/3775955653962750291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taste-the-fear.blogspot.com/2009/11/even-god-started-bawling-after-todays.html' title=''/><author><name>vs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12087542701890357138</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JRtI0O5zMoU/TUPfKo_2n9I/AAAAAAAACfE/vYqMXLtvxzI/s220/Picture%2B8c.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22627352.post-2228807151807253796</id><published>2009-11-17T21:10:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T21:11:29.699+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Lovin' the &lt;a href="http://www.straitstimes.com/BreakingNews/Singapore/Story/STIStory_455387.html"&gt;Singapore rain : ) : )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22627352-2228807151807253796?l=taste-the-fear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taste-the-fear.blogspot.com/feeds/2228807151807253796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22627352&amp;postID=2228807151807253796' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22627352/posts/default/2228807151807253796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22627352/posts/default/2228807151807253796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taste-the-fear.blogspot.com/2009/11/lovin-singapore-rain.html' title=''/><author><name>vs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12087542701890357138</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JRtI0O5zMoU/TUPfKo_2n9I/AAAAAAAACfE/vYqMXLtvxzI/s220/Picture%2B8c.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22627352.post-1825367971244924647</id><published>2009-11-17T19:14:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T19:37:37.968+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>No idea where all these blogging urges are coming from (must be from the same place that made me say yesterday, "f**k 'em in the shower, 'cos you only live once" in reference to someone's uh, possible future desires... and I'm supposed to be anti-sex so WHAT IN THE WORLD?)... but I just feel like I want to chronicle every moment and thought in my life so that when I read my archives (which I do often, because I guess I'm that much of a loser) I will have things to look back to! Plus my memory is failing me terribly these days (as seen by the countless examination disasters I have suffered lately)... ugh, that was a whole lot of parentheses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What the hell of a mess my room is in. I have OCD, okay. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JRtI0O5zMoU/SwKI15zBY8I/AAAAAAAABNU/t2UdnI50p4M/s1600/DSC01713.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405032962427282370" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JRtI0O5zMoU/SwKI15zBY8I/AAAAAAAABNU/t2UdnI50p4M/s320/DSC01713.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The so-called study area. You can see how much I study (or don't study). I have banned anyone from eating meals here. There are essentially only 2 seats left, one for my ass and the other for me to prop my legs up :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JRtI0O5zMoU/SwKI2BT346I/AAAAAAAABNc/uYKNS--dND8/s1600/DSC01714.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405032964444119970" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JRtI0O5zMoU/SwKI2BT346I/AAAAAAAABNc/uYKNS--dND8/s320/DSC01714.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why YES! Those are more books in the background...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JRtI0O5zMoU/SwKI2vWaRAI/AAAAAAAABNk/xJVWW9AoEL0/s1600/DSC01715.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405032976802792450" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JRtI0O5zMoU/SwKI2vWaRAI/AAAAAAAABNk/xJVWW9AoEL0/s320/DSC01715.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I literally flipped through every single page of the GC manual before my Math paper in an attempt to sharpen my GC skillz. You will not believe me when I say I used to type capital 'U' for all my recurrence relations and wonder why the hell nothing ever appeared. It took me until about 1 week before my exam to realise that I had to use the small 'u'. Oh dear GOD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JRtI0O5zMoU/SwKI2_Kt9BI/AAAAAAAABNs/TAnio5SEcs8/s1600/DSC01716-2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405032981048718354" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JRtI0O5zMoU/SwKI2_Kt9BI/AAAAAAAABNs/TAnio5SEcs8/s320/DSC01716-2.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the homework chair. Don't ask me why I have different chairs for different activities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JRtI0O5zMoU/SwKI3GWr0jI/AAAAAAAABN0/BlHOoPKAuBs/s1600/DSC01717.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405032982977958450" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JRtI0O5zMoU/SwKI3GWr0jI/AAAAAAAABN0/BlHOoPKAuBs/s320/DSC01717.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if you're wondering everything is so little and/or neat, it's because I AM A KICKASS FILER. HA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JRtI0O5zMoU/SwKJ-RVH7fI/AAAAAAAABN8/d5dkkif1b24/s1600/DSC01726.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JRtI0O5zMoU/SwKJ-RVH7fI/AAAAAAAABN8/d5dkkif1b24/s320/DSC01726.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405034205694914034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No I am not vetti. Trying to avoid facing the horror that is ECONS. :( D:&lt;br /&gt;BYE&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22627352-1825367971244924647?l=taste-the-fear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taste-the-fear.blogspot.com/feeds/1825367971244924647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22627352&amp;postID=1825367971244924647' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22627352/posts/default/1825367971244924647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22627352/posts/default/1825367971244924647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taste-the-fear.blogspot.com/2009/11/no-idea-where-all-these-blogging-urges.html' title=''/><author><name>vs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12087542701890357138</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JRtI0O5zMoU/TUPfKo_2n9I/AAAAAAAACfE/vYqMXLtvxzI/s220/Picture%2B8c.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JRtI0O5zMoU/SwKI15zBY8I/AAAAAAAABNU/t2UdnI50p4M/s72-c/DSC01713.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22627352.post-2224913947869574667</id><published>2009-11-17T14:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T19:38:36.799+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I need a dreamcatcher 'cos my overactive imagination is giving me very disturbed sleep at night. And I wake up feeling very very tired. I even have dramatic dreams during naptime. Like murder mysteries etc. :( &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And why does life suck so much?&lt;br /&gt;I tried, right? Does that matter? &lt;br /&gt;It doesn't. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On this day, God wants you to know...&lt;br /&gt;that it's time you remembered who you really are. You are not your wallet, your job, your kids, your house. You are not your activities or your worries or the labels other people give you. Like an actor you play these roles, and like a good actor you sometimes forget who you really are. Time to wake up now, and remember that you are a being of immense power and breathtaking beauty created in the image of God.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22627352-2224913947869574667?l=taste-the-fear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taste-the-fear.blogspot.com/feeds/2224913947869574667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22627352&amp;postID=2224913947869574667' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22627352/posts/default/2224913947869574667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22627352/posts/default/2224913947869574667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taste-the-fear.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-need-dreamcatcher-cos-my-overactive.html' title=''/><author><name>vs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12087542701890357138</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JRtI0O5zMoU/TUPfKo_2n9I/AAAAAAAACfE/vYqMXLtvxzI/s220/Picture%2B8c.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22627352.post-3289780068951722290</id><published>2009-11-17T10:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T11:01:47.310+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Fuuuuuuuuuck&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22627352-3289780068951722290?l=taste-the-fear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taste-the-fear.blogspot.com/feeds/3289780068951722290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22627352&amp;postID=3289780068951722290' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22627352/posts/default/3289780068951722290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22627352/posts/default/3289780068951722290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taste-the-fear.blogspot.com/2009/11/fuuuuuuuuuck.html' title=''/><author><name>vs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12087542701890357138</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JRtI0O5zMoU/TUPfKo_2n9I/AAAAAAAACfE/vYqMXLtvxzI/s220/Picture%2B8c.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22627352.post-4523050461528372492</id><published>2009-11-16T20:41:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-16T20:42:28.876+08:00</updated><title type='text'>econs is horrid.</title><content type='html'>(this post pretty much only requires a subject title.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22627352-4523050461528372492?l=taste-the-fear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taste-the-fear.blogspot.com/feeds/4523050461528372492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22627352&amp;postID=4523050461528372492' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22627352/posts/default/4523050461528372492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22627352/posts/default/4523050461528372492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taste-the-fear.blogspot.com/2009/11/econs-is-horrid.html' title='econs is horrid.'/><author><name>vs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12087542701890357138</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JRtI0O5zMoU/TUPfKo_2n9I/AAAAAAAACfE/vYqMXLtvxzI/s220/Picture%2B8c.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22627352.post-2787064407625680029</id><published>2009-11-16T19:01:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-16T19:18:36.627+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>1) JESSE FREAKIN' WILLIAMS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JRtI0O5zMoU/SwEyHZFOqJI/AAAAAAAABNA/o7OLMqWd9yQ/s1600/jessie_williams_080801_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 315px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JRtI0O5zMoU/SwEyHZFOqJI/AAAAAAAABNA/o7OLMqWd9yQ/s320/jessie_williams_080801_m.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404656130394597522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How cute is he!!!! I first saw him on Sisterhood, then on Greys and yesterday Rihanna's "Russian Roulette" MV (hottt video, btw, though no idea what the message of the song is supposed to be. guns are fun, kids??) Okay and I'm noticing a weird/disturbing trend, why do I like guys with 1 millimetre of hair? What the hell is wrong with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) RAHUL DRAVID YOU DA MAN (and Dhoni too, kinda, but who cares about him?). THE WALL STANDS TALL :D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JRtI0O5zMoU/SwE0ZH00ZRI/AAAAAAAABNI/4iGxAuOlzHg/s1600/jammycentury+16th+nov.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 204px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JRtI0O5zMoU/SwE0ZH00ZRI/AAAAAAAABNI/4iGxAuOlzHg/s320/jammycentury+16th+nov.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404658634023265554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, look at his face!! Like, &lt;em&gt;finally.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Meghan and Cheyne from the Amazing Race &lt;3 &lt;3 &lt;3 &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22627352-2787064407625680029?l=taste-the-fear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taste-the-fear.blogspot.com/feeds/2787064407625680029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22627352&amp;postID=2787064407625680029' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22627352/posts/default/2787064407625680029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22627352/posts/default/2787064407625680029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taste-the-fear.blogspot.com/2009/11/1-jesse-freakin-williams.html' title=''/><author><name>vs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12087542701890357138</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JRtI0O5zMoU/TUPfKo_2n9I/AAAAAAAACfE/vYqMXLtvxzI/s220/Picture%2B8c.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JRtI0O5zMoU/SwEyHZFOqJI/AAAAAAAABNA/o7OLMqWd9yQ/s72-c/jessie_williams_080801_m.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22627352.post-2713072254106055939</id><published>2009-11-16T14:02:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-16T14:13:22.724+08:00</updated><title type='text'>WHY SO HOT, SCARJO?</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="384" height="236"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/S1GTOKAiB0g&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;color2=0xe87a9f"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/S1GTOKAiB0g&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;color2=0xe87a9f" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="384" height="236"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="384" height="236"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/dWQSwobYAx8&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;color2=0xe87a9f"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/dWQSwobYAx8&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;color2=0xe87a9f" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="384" height="236"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mmm sexy (y)(y)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22627352-2713072254106055939?l=taste-the-fear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taste-the-fear.blogspot.com/feeds/2713072254106055939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22627352&amp;postID=2713072254106055939' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22627352/posts/default/2713072254106055939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22627352/posts/default/2713072254106055939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taste-the-fear.blogspot.com/2009/11/why-so-hot-scarjo-mmm-sexy-yy.html' title='WHY SO HOT, SCARJO?'/><author><name>vs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12087542701890357138</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JRtI0O5zMoU/TUPfKo_2n9I/AAAAAAAACfE/vYqMXLtvxzI/s220/Picture%2B8c.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22627352.post-517869558210764071</id><published>2009-11-15T15:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-15T15:34:00.166+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>You and me could write a bad romanceeee.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22627352-517869558210764071?l=taste-the-fear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taste-the-fear.blogspot.com/feeds/517869558210764071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22627352&amp;postID=517869558210764071' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22627352/posts/default/517869558210764071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22627352/posts/default/517869558210764071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taste-the-fear.blogspot.com/2009/11/you-and-me-could-write-bad-romanceeee.html' title=''/><author><name>vs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12087542701890357138</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JRtI0O5zMoU/TUPfKo_2n9I/AAAAAAAACfE/vYqMXLtvxzI/s220/Picture%2B8c.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22627352.post-3388637723376939940</id><published>2009-11-14T23:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-15T01:03:17.541+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Officially totally and completely hate my face (in addition to my hair and body).&lt;br /&gt;Kthxbai.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22627352-3388637723376939940?l=taste-the-fear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taste-the-fear.blogspot.com/feeds/3388637723376939940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22627352&amp;postID=3388637723376939940' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JRtI0O5zMoU/Sv7nweM_GjI/AAAAAAAABM4/XOR1BM3NeVE/s1600-h/wateronmoon!.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 126px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JRtI0O5zMoU/Sv7nweM_GjI/AAAAAAAABM4/XOR1BM3NeVE/s320/wateronmoon!.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404011422818441778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay there's water on the moon &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;I freakin' LOVE google's logos, btw, I am addicted to them! Hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I am 18 years and a month old now. WOW. I'm old.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22627352-4593439710471699201?l=taste-the-fear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taste-the-fear.blogspot.com/feeds/4593439710471699201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22627352&amp;postID=4593439710471699201' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22627352/posts/default/4593439710471699201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22627352/posts/default/4593439710471699201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taste-the-fear.blogspot.com/2009/11/yay-theres-water-on-moon-3.html' title=''/><author><name>vs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12087542701890357138</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JRtI0O5zMoU/TUPfKo_2n9I/AAAAAAAACfE/vYqMXLtvxzI/s220/Picture%2B8c.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JRtI0O5zMoU/Sv7nweM_GjI/AAAAAAAABM4/XOR1BM3NeVE/s72-c/wateronmoon!.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22627352.post-6927024663189690694</id><published>2009-11-13T19:07:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-13T19:07:51.746+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Life just fucking sucks. Fuckfuckfuckfuckfuckkk.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22627352-6927024663189690694?l=taste-the-fear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taste-the-fear.blogspot.com/feeds/6927024663189690694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22627352&amp;postID=6927024663189690694' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22627352/posts/default/6927024663189690694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22627352/posts/default/6927024663189690694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taste-the-fear.blogspot.com/2009/11/life-just-fucking-sucks.html' title=''/><author><name>vs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12087542701890357138</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JRtI0O5zMoU/TUPfKo_2n9I/AAAAAAAACfE/vYqMXLtvxzI/s220/Picture%2B8c.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22627352.post-160273918175986493</id><published>2009-11-11T21:29:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T21:42:23.051+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Wow I suddenly just remembered what I was doing 4 years ago on this day. And how far I've fallen since then (in certain aspects)... Then X pointed out that maybe it's just a cycle, that 4 years from now maybe I'd be doing something different, something better... something that isn't so mundane, or leaves me feeling so shitty... maybe I'd be graduating from a course I love, maybe into an amazing career, maybe attached and in love and maybe getting things wrong, too...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I told him, "you think what? f(x)=f(x+4) is it?"... and we laughed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I laughed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not because it was an extremely bad JC2 inside joke, but 'cos it's funny how 4 years flew by just like that. And maybe 4 years from now, I'd be writting on taste-the-fear.blogspot.com, "I can't believe what I was doing 4 years ago before my Chem paper, emoing about 14-year-old lost loves and wondering why the chemistry of life couldn't be as simple as d orbital splitting..."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22627352-160273918175986493?l=taste-the-fear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taste-the-fear.blogspot.com/feeds/160273918175986493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22627352&amp;postID=160273918175986493' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22627352/posts/default/160273918175986493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22627352/posts/default/160273918175986493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taste-the-fear.blogspot.com/2009/11/wow-i-suddenly-just-remembered-what-i.html' title=''/><author><name>vs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12087542701890357138</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JRtI0O5zMoU/TUPfKo_2n9I/AAAAAAAACfE/vYqMXLtvxzI/s220/Picture%2B8c.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22627352.post-1893077975589424865</id><published>2009-11-11T21:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T21:23:57.124+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>On all the other mornings, I would go to school and talk to my friends and we'd be like "wah transition elements CMI" or "wah proteins CMI" or "aiyah nevermind la, just leave blank lor..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow morning I want everything to be different. I want to wake up and go, "transition elements must come out 'cos I studied like mad for it".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cobalt (II) is pink, nickel (II) is green, copper (II) is blue etc etc etc&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22627352-1893077975589424865?l=taste-the-fear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taste-the-fear.blogspot.com/feeds/1893077975589424865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22627352&amp;postID=1893077975589424865' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22627352/posts/default/1893077975589424865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22627352/posts/default/1893077975589424865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taste-the-fear.blogspot.com/2009/11/on-all-other-mornings-i-would-go-to.html' title=''/><author><name>vs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12087542701890357138</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JRtI0O5zMoU/TUPfKo_2n9I/AAAAAAAACfE/vYqMXLtvxzI/s220/Picture%2B8c.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22627352.post-436130134609612493</id><published>2009-11-11T20:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T21:24:39.209+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Wahlauuuuu, the "Live On" ads all make my cryyy. I feel like going onto the HOTA website and signing up to donate all my organs now itself. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that means the ads are working. Though I've kinda always wanted to do that anyway. The body is temporary but the soul is eternal ha ha ha...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22627352-436130134609612493?l=taste-the-fear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taste-the-fear.blogspot.com/feeds/436130134609612493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22627352&amp;postID=436130134609612493' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22627352/posts/default/436130134609612493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22627352/posts/default/436130134609612493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taste-the-fear.blogspot.com/2009/11/wahlauuuuu-live-on-ads-all-make-my.html' title=''/><author><name>vs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12087542701890357138</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JRtI0O5zMoU/TUPfKo_2n9I/AAAAAAAACfE/vYqMXLtvxzI/s220/Picture%2B8c.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22627352.post-246153537467464075</id><published>2009-11-11T18:25:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T21:27:09.681+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Whoa can you believe my brobro (yes I have taken to call him that hahahaha) and I are fighting for my parents attention? This has never happened in the 15 years we've spent together (ok as far as I can remember).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22627352-246153537467464075?l=taste-the-fear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taste-the-fear.blogspot.com/feeds/246153537467464075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22627352&amp;postID=246153537467464075' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22627352/posts/default/246153537467464075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22627352/posts/default/246153537467464075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taste-the-fear.blogspot.com/2009/11/whoa-can-you-believe-my-brobro-and-i.html' title=''/><author><name>vs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12087542701890357138</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JRtI0O5zMoU/TUPfKo_2n9I/AAAAAAAACfE/vYqMXLtvxzI/s220/Picture%2B8c.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22627352.post-9107953244161350763</id><published>2009-11-11T17:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T21:24:23.229+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Taxi drivers from Pasir Ris are always so so so nice. The previous one made my heart ache so bad, cos he had pretty much no voice left and he was still so kind and didn't take the 40c and... I dunno, I feel like total shit when I'm sick and I would hate to sit in an aircon taxi full of uncaring passengers. :( :(&lt;br /&gt;Today's one was adorable. He was telling me that whatever happens in my exams, I shouldn't force myself, just try my best. And when I was talking to Dad on the phone, he didn't interrupt my conversation, instead he used hand signals. Wahlau, how! :( I think I am either overly sensitive or overly emotional...or both, but such things touch me so deeply...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22627352-9107953244161350763?l=taste-the-fear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taste-the-fear.blogspot.com/feeds/9107953244161350763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22627352&amp;postID=9107953244161350763' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22627352/posts/default/9107953244161350763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22627352/posts/default/9107953244161350763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taste-the-fear.blogspot.com/2009/11/taxi-drivers-from-pasir-ris-are-always.html' title=''/><author><name>vs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12087542701890357138</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JRtI0O5zMoU/TUPfKo_2n9I/AAAAAAAACfE/vYqMXLtvxzI/s220/Picture%2B8c.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22627352.post-3805564974456943232</id><published>2009-11-11T16:52:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T16:52:27.159+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>What a burnt tongue feels like: sand paper in your mouth &lt;br /&gt;: ( : (&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22627352-3805564974456943232?l=taste-the-fear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taste-the-fear.blogspot.com/feeds/3805564974456943232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22627352&amp;postID=3805564974456943232' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22627352/posts/default/3805564974456943232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22627352/posts/default/3805564974456943232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taste-the-fear.blogspot.com/2009/11/what-burnt-tongue-feels-like-sand-paper.html' title=''/><author><name>vs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12087542701890357138</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JRtI0O5zMoU/TUPfKo_2n9I/AAAAAAAACfE/vYqMXLtvxzI/s220/Picture%2B8c.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22627352.post-7446069021217781038</id><published>2009-11-11T12:27:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T21:29:55.917+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>As hopeless and horrifying as GP was today, I guess I am done with it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I could've worded my post differently...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GP was hopeless and horrifying today. &lt;strong&gt;BE THAT AS IT MAY&lt;/strong&gt;, I guess I am done with it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:P &lt;br /&gt;JC2 inside joke ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22627352-7446069021217781038?l=taste-the-fear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taste-the-fear.blogspot.com/feeds/7446069021217781038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22627352&amp;postID=7446069021217781038' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22627352/posts/default/7446069021217781038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22627352/posts/default/7446069021217781038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taste-the-fear.blogspot.com/2009/11/as-hopeless-and-horrifying-as-gp-was.html' title=''/><author><name>vs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12087542701890357138</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JRtI0O5zMoU/TUPfKo_2n9I/AAAAAAAACfE/vYqMXLtvxzI/s220/Picture%2B8c.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22627352.post-4567426534907799393</id><published>2009-11-10T23:32:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-10T23:35:58.183+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Maths was not easy. And I'm one of the very few people who think that. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God have mercy on us all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22627352-4567426534907799393?l=taste-the-fear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taste-the-fear.blogspot.com/feeds/4567426534907799393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22627352&amp;postID=4567426534907799393' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22627352/posts/default/4567426534907799393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22627352/posts/default/4567426534907799393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taste-the-fear.blogspot.com/2009/11/maths-was-not-easy_10.html' title=''/><author><name>vs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12087542701890357138</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JRtI0O5zMoU/TUPfKo_2n9I/AAAAAAAACfE/vYqMXLtvxzI/s220/Picture%2B8c.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22627352.post-8114352413286628931</id><published>2009-11-09T23:27:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-09T23:35:10.207+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Vidushini got a message that on this day, God wants her to know that how bad things may look right now means nothing, - it's how good they can be with God's help that counts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In life you can absolutely count on one thing, - everything can turn around in one day, in one minute sometimes. Don't you dare to give up, - you might be a moment away from a windfall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks GOD :) &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22627352-8114352413286628931?l=taste-the-fear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taste-the-fear.blogspot.com/feeds/8114352413286628931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22627352&amp;postID=8114352413286628931' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22627352/posts/default/8114352413286628931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22627352/posts/default/8114352413286628931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taste-the-fear.blogspot.com/2009/11/vidushini-got-message-that-on-this-day.html' title=''/><author><name>vs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12087542701890357138</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JRtI0O5zMoU/TUPfKo_2n9I/AAAAAAAACfE/vYqMXLtvxzI/s220/Picture%2B8c.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22627352.post-8495133755555044586</id><published>2009-11-09T18:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-09T18:15:08.364+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I will &lt;strong&gt;Kick As(s)&lt;/strong&gt; tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I will.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22627352-8495133755555044586?l=taste-the-fear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taste-the-fear.blogspot.com/feeds/8495133755555044586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22627352&amp;postID=8495133755555044586' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22627352/posts/default/8495133755555044586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22627352/posts/default/8495133755555044586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taste-the-fear.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-will-kick-ass-tomorrow.html' title=''/><author><name>vs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12087542701890357138</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JRtI0O5zMoU/TUPfKo_2n9I/AAAAAAAACfE/vYqMXLtvxzI/s220/Picture%2B8c.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22627352.post-9181509553910763293</id><published>2009-11-08T23:43:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-09T18:15:24.715+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Day After Tomorrow</title><content type='html'>Funny how that movie was about the new Ice Age (i.e. Doom), huh?&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes real life is exactly the same. Airconditioned halls included.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22627352-9181509553910763293?l=taste-the-fear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taste-the-fear.blogspot.com/feeds/9181509553910763293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22627352&amp;postID=9181509553910763293' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22627352/posts/default/9181509553910763293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22627352/posts/default/9181509553910763293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taste-the-fear.blogspot.com/2009/11/day-after-tomorrow.html' title='The Day After Tomorrow'/><author><name>vs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12087542701890357138</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JRtI0O5zMoU/TUPfKo_2n9I/AAAAAAAACfE/vYqMXLtvxzI/s220/Picture%2B8c.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22627352.post-7087063639525686936</id><published>2009-11-08T22:30:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-08T22:31:55.675+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today as I jumped around the house going, "omg A levels!!! How am I going to do?" my Momma told me, "I'm believing in God, not you".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22627352-7087063639525686936?l=taste-the-fear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taste-the-fear.blogspot.com/feeds/7087063639525686936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22627352&amp;postID=7087063639525686936' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22627352/posts/default/7087063639525686936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22627352/posts/default/7087063639525686936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taste-the-fear.blogspot.com/2009/11/today-as-i-jumped-around-house-going.html' title=''/><author><name>vs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12087542701890357138</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JRtI0O5zMoU/TUPfKo_2n9I/AAAAAAAACfE/vYqMXLtvxzI/s220/Picture%2B8c.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22627352.post-971270383454861619</id><published>2009-11-08T01:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-08T01:05:09.368+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>3 things:&lt;br /&gt;1. HAHA BBC World just told me that the Berlin Wall fell down by accident! Like, unplanned, unintended and unknown to the leaders of the country. Rofl how do these things happen?&lt;br /&gt;2. I just saw The Bravery perform on the Conan O'Brian show and omg how on EARTH was I in love with Sam Endicott? Apart from his nguhhh voice, he is a really weird performer O_o&lt;br /&gt;3. My momma just bought me a super duper purple compass. It's gay. I apologise for the misuse of that word, but it's just &lt;em&gt;gay.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22627352-971270383454861619?l=taste-the-fear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taste-the-fear.blogspot.com/feeds/971270383454861619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22627352&amp;postID=971270383454861619' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22627352/posts/default/971270383454861619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22627352/posts/default/971270383454861619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taste-the-fear.blogspot.com/2009/11/3-things-1.html' title=''/><author><name>vs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12087542701890357138</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JRtI0O5zMoU/TUPfKo_2n9I/AAAAAAAACfE/vYqMXLtvxzI/s220/Picture%2B8c.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22627352.post-2803492081900255402</id><published>2009-11-06T14:42:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-06T14:42:42.061+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>There is very little in this life that makes sense to me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22627352-2803492081900255402?l=taste-the-fear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taste-the-fear.blogspot.com/feeds/2803492081900255402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22627352&amp;postID=2803492081900255402' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22627352/posts/default/2803492081900255402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22627352/posts/default/2803492081900255402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taste-the-fear.blogspot.com/2009/11/there-is-very-little-in-this-life-that.html' title=''/><author><name>vs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12087542701890357138</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JRtI0O5zMoU/TUPfKo_2n9I/AAAAAAAACfE/vYqMXLtvxzI/s220/Picture%2B8c.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22627352.post-822887193910495271</id><published>2009-11-06T10:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-16T10:51:32.671+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Gosh Jason Derulo's Watcha Say took Imogen's Hide and Seek and made it 1000 times more catchy omg !!! Epic!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22627352-822887193910495271?l=taste-the-fear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taste-the-fear.blogspot.com/feeds/822887193910495271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22627352&amp;postID=822887193910495271' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22627352/posts/default/822887193910495271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22627352/posts/default/822887193910495271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taste-the-fear.blogspot.com/2009/11/gosh-jason-derulos-watcha-say-took.html' title=''/><author><name>vs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12087542701890357138</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JRtI0O5zMoU/TUPfKo_2n9I/AAAAAAAACfE/vYqMXLtvxzI/s220/Picture%2B8c.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22627352.post-3918729975057050109</id><published>2009-11-05T22:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-05T22:04:05.530+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Awesome possum, Sachin Tendulkar! 17,000 runs! You da man :D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even I set a record today... 1,460 posts whoo!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22627352-3918729975057050109?l=taste-the-fear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taste-the-fear.blogspot.com/feeds/3918729975057050109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22627352&amp;postID=3918729975057050109' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22627352/posts/default/3918729975057050109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22627352/posts/default/3918729975057050109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taste-the-fear.blogspot.com/2009/11/awesome-possum-sachin-tendulkar-17000.html' title=''/><author><name>vs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12087542701890357138</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JRtI0O5zMoU/TUPfKo_2n9I/AAAAAAAACfE/vYqMXLtvxzI/s220/Picture%2B8c.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22627352.post-4066325741190121430</id><published>2009-11-05T20:11:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-05T20:24:47.990+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>'Cos it rains in your bedroom, everything is wrong&lt;br /&gt;It rains when you're here and it rains when you're gone...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:/ Feeling kinda wreckish today. I just want this to be over, you know? Whatever the results may be. I'm too tired. Mentally, physically and emotionally. Had a splitting today and crashed for an hour and a half in the afternoon. Woke up with an even bigger headache and like I'd just lost extremely precious time. Whoa now. I guess this is what it comes to after 3-4 weeks of forgoing afternoon naps of any sort (just to clarify, that doesn't say anything about my studying regime... I'm just really slow that whatever I plan runs hours longer than it's supposed to and I mostly stone while awake.) :/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22627352-4066325741190121430?l=taste-the-fear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taste-the-fear.blogspot.com/feeds/4066325741190121430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22627352&amp;postID=4066325741190121430' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22627352/posts/default/4066325741190121430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22627352/posts/default/4066325741190121430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taste-the-fear.blogspot.com/2009/11/and-it-rains-in-your-bedroom-everything.html' title=''/><author><name>vs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12087542701890357138</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JRtI0O5zMoU/TUPfKo_2n9I/AAAAAAAACfE/vYqMXLtvxzI/s220/Picture%2B8c.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22627352.post-8781543035518048210</id><published>2009-11-05T16:44:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-05T16:45:36.368+08:00</updated><title type='text'>V</title><content type='html'>Remember, remember, the Fifth of November!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22627352-8781543035518048210?l=taste-the-fear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taste-the-fear.blogspot.com/feeds/8781543035518048210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22627352&amp;postID=8781543035518048210' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22627352/posts/default/8781543035518048210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22627352/posts/default/8781543035518048210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taste-the-fear.blogspot.com/2009/11/v.html' title='V'/><author><name>vs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12087542701890357138</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JRtI0O5zMoU/TUPfKo_2n9I/AAAAAAAACfE/vYqMXLtvxzI/s220/Picture%2B8c.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22627352.post-8894812876535196888</id><published>2009-11-04T03:41:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T14:07:46.133+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Shit this is late, but oh well!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;16th October&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last ever assembly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JRtI0O5zMoU/SvB2cIJBQiI/AAAAAAAABIA/cdcJvNV-DFU/s1600-h/DSCF1519.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399946178810954274" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JRtI0O5zMoU/SvB2cIJBQiI/AAAAAAAABIA/cdcJvNV-DFU/s320/DSCF1519.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Farewell in the hall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JRtI0O5zMoU/SvB2cSjeHOI/AAAAAAAABII/uMVxezzLMo4/s1600-h/DSCF1522.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399946181606251746" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JRtI0O5zMoU/SvB2cSjeHOI/AAAAAAAABII/uMVxezzLMo4/s320/DSCF1522.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Banner&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JRtI0O5zMoU/SvB2c3ydCaI/AAAAAAAABIQ/EC0lBkjR8es/s1600-h/DSCF1524.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399946191601207714" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JRtI0O5zMoU/SvB2c3ydCaI/AAAAAAAABIQ/EC0lBkjR8es/s320/DSCF1524.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Homeroom :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JRtI0O5zMoU/SvB2dNCu5QI/AAAAAAAABIY/MsvA_9oalqg/s1600-h/DSCF1525.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399946197306631426" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JRtI0O5zMoU/SvB2dNCu5QI/AAAAAAAABIY/MsvA_9oalqg/s320/DSCF1525.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Block E, 1st level, 3rd room... This was a blessing from God cos we never really had to climb any stairs. And were ridiculously close the canteen, toilets and vending machine. (y)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JRtI0O5zMoU/SvB2dsuaQCI/AAAAAAAABIg/mGZK7AyMIOA/s1600-h/DSCF1526.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399946205811327010" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JRtI0O5zMoU/SvB2dsuaQCI/AAAAAAAABIg/mGZK7AyMIOA/s320/DSCF1526.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; What it looks like on the inside (with random nonsense going on behind)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JRtI0O5zMoU/SvB3ukkWi3I/AAAAAAAABIo/s_IV1PahSD4/s1600-h/DSCF1528.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399947595191061362" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JRtI0O5zMoU/SvB3ukkWi3I/AAAAAAAABIo/s_IV1PahSD4/s320/DSCF1528.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Class photo!!! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JRtI0O5zMoU/SvB7MVEDJXI/AAAAAAAABJo/_hEqfstyQbM/s1600-h/DSCF1546.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399951404959999346" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JRtI0O5zMoU/SvB7MVEDJXI/AAAAAAAABJo/_hEqfstyQbM/s320/DSCF1546.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Another one :) this one is loads better I think (wrt me).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JRtI0O5zMoU/SvB8q2L_ptI/AAAAAAAABJ4/RZ52reAA20c/s1600-h/DSCF1545.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399953028759398098" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JRtI0O5zMoU/SvB8q2L_ptI/AAAAAAAABJ4/RZ52reAA20c/s320/DSCF1545.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Listening to someone give their "speech" (dunno who)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JRtI0O5zMoU/SvB3wVMBH1I/AAAAAAAABJI/w03IdgHCx5Q/s1600-h/DSCF1531.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399947625422200658" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JRtI0O5zMoU/SvB3wVMBH1I/AAAAAAAABJI/w03IdgHCx5Q/s320/DSCF1531.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ms Wong!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JRtI0O5zMoU/SvB7LYRAcUI/AAAAAAAABJY/k9sFLI34vnI/s1600-h/DSCF1532.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399951388639785282" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JRtI0O5zMoU/SvB7LYRAcUI/AAAAAAAABJY/k9sFLI34vnI/s320/DSCF1532.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Darren Vidhu Shila Karan :) This is a very J1 clique photo. When we were all slackerz. HAHA. Soon Siang is a shit photographer (despite being in photography club) so his finger made a blur at the top. Lame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JRtI0O5zMoU/SvB7M0t7FWI/AAAAAAAABJw/-0-AJn4Zys8/s1600-h/DSCF1548.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399951413457130850" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JRtI0O5zMoU/SvB7M0t7FWI/AAAAAAAABJw/-0-AJn4Zys8/s320/DSCF1548.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Girls outside! Love this pic :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JRtI0O5zMoU/SvB9UKSUYJI/AAAAAAAABKA/FupDQZOzVyU/s1600-h/DSCF1547.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399953738529267858" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JRtI0O5zMoU/SvB9UKSUYJI/AAAAAAAABKA/FupDQZOzVyU/s320/DSCF1547.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Bunch of girls inside. Amelin, Irene, Joanna, Kaini, Vidhu, Shila. (you can totally see my tear-stained face here, augh)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JRtI0O5zMoU/SvB9U_T-L_I/AAAAAAAABKI/9wTdhaWq3JY/s1600-h/DSCF1533-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 238px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399953752763281394" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JRtI0O5zMoU/SvB9U_T-L_I/AAAAAAAABKI/9wTdhaWq3JY/s320/DSCF1533-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Though you know what is really lame, we didn't take any pics at all at nice parts of the school, like the LT or the garden or anything! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;18th October - diwali cum surprise 18th!!(all credited to Ochie)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When they first surprised me! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JRtI0O5zMoU/SvCBTFEnn5I/AAAAAAAABKQ/FextaKT1q-E/s1600-h/surprise.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399958117996273554" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JRtI0O5zMoU/SvCBTFEnn5I/AAAAAAAABKQ/FextaKT1q-E/s320/surprise.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I'm super happy!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JRtI0O5zMoU/SvCEgeuTYCI/AAAAAAAABL4/nRWVpUjpXI8/s1600-h/V1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399961646755176482" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JRtI0O5zMoU/SvCEgeuTYCI/AAAAAAAABL4/nRWVpUjpXI8/s320/V1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Cake. My 18th + Lakshmi aunty's 50th.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JRtI0O5zMoU/SvCBTrJARWI/AAAAAAAABKY/tJ6y0zsOpz8/s1600-h/cake1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399958128215213410" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JRtI0O5zMoU/SvCBTrJARWI/AAAAAAAABKY/tJ6y0zsOpz8/s320/cake1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JRtI0O5zMoU/SvCBT57utPI/AAAAAAAABKg/dNOmITkF3lc/s1600-h/cake2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399958132186068210" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JRtI0O5zMoU/SvCBT57utPI/AAAAAAAABKg/dNOmITkF3lc/s320/cake2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Went to open presents! :) I screencapped this off the video Ochie took of me. So that's why it's pixelated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JRtI0O5zMoU/SvCIV-7cwwI/AAAAAAAABMw/8OXRvhKojW0/s1600-h/vidhuopenspresents2.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 238px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JRtI0O5zMoU/SvCIV-7cwwI/AAAAAAAABMw/8OXRvhKojW0/s320/vidhuopenspresents2.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399965864468202242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;TRULY love this pic (even tho we look kinda stupid) cos it features me and mah BFFL, Rach! :D She's adorable, really. Always full of laughter and sunshine and witty comments and GREAT BIG HUGS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JRtI0O5zMoU/SvCBT-3GzUI/AAAAAAAABKo/xU3G7QKInPc/s1600-h/bffl1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399958133508853058" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JRtI0O5zMoU/SvCBT-3GzUI/AAAAAAAABKo/xU3G7QKInPc/s320/bffl1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I find chocolate! (and I look totally ewww)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JRtI0O5zMoU/SvCBUOeP8NI/AAAAAAAABKw/l-Z83V_E59s/s1600-h/chocolate.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399958137699561682" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JRtI0O5zMoU/SvCBUOeP8NI/AAAAAAAABKw/l-Z83V_E59s/s320/chocolate.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is supposed to spell I-L-U but it looks like I-L-V and Ochie said &lt;em&gt;that's ok, I love V works too &lt;/em&gt;;) I-L-Them-All! (and they are not that short, they bent lower towards my height :P plus they are super gorgeous!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JRtI0O5zMoU/SvCCIR3e3SI/AAAAAAAABK4/HD41uqiR4yk/s1600-h/ilv.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399959031963901218" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JRtI0O5zMoU/SvCCIR3e3SI/AAAAAAAABK4/HD41uqiR4yk/s320/ilv.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is kinda weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JRtI0O5zMoU/SvCCIh8y07I/AAAAAAAABLA/v8OeyavdHDg/s1600-h/anv.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399959036281148338" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JRtI0O5zMoU/SvCCIh8y07I/AAAAAAAABLA/v8OeyavdHDg/s320/anv.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Girls! It's kind of an awful photo (look at the lightning! It diminishes the contouring of a person's face) but at my hair is nice HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JRtI0O5zMoU/SvCCJJPTnDI/AAAAAAAABLI/WVW1bo6s1sQ/s1600-h/girls1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399959046827777074" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JRtI0O5zMoU/SvCCJJPTnDI/AAAAAAAABLI/WVW1bo6s1sQ/s320/girls1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Neeti Arch Vidhu. Also weird. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JRtI0O5zMoU/SvCCJS5c5FI/AAAAAAAABLQ/kUWdKtLwm54/s1600-h/nav.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399959049420465234" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JRtI0O5zMoU/SvCCJS5c5FI/AAAAAAAABLQ/kUWdKtLwm54/s320/nav.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I am "wearing Neeti"...???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JRtI0O5zMoU/SvCEfncAsqI/AAAAAAAABLg/GDQwGDc0htY/s1600-h/nv2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399961631914504866" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JRtI0O5zMoU/SvCEfncAsqI/AAAAAAAABLg/GDQwGDc0htY/s320/nv2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; With Saranya the hottie! (I am fat.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JRtI0O5zMoU/SvCFjfLn1EI/AAAAAAAABMY/m6vJqIsdhBY/s1600-h/vs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399962797929387074" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JRtI0O5zMoU/SvCFjfLn1EI/AAAAAAAABMY/m6vJqIsdhBY/s320/vs.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Haha we are being all Arabian!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JRtI0O5zMoU/SvCCJiANTvI/AAAAAAAABLY/ksieslogFEE/s1600-h/nv1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399959053475335922" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JRtI0O5zMoU/SvCCJiANTvI/AAAAAAAABLY/ksieslogFEE/s320/nv1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Then she tried to suffocate me! Meanie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JRtI0O5zMoU/SvCEfyuTTcI/AAAAAAAABLo/w879rQe5vUQ/s1600-h/suffocate.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399961634944011714" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JRtI0O5zMoU/SvCEfyuTTcI/AAAAAAAABLo/w879rQe5vUQ/s320/suffocate.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This photo does not feature me... but look, right hand corner! There I am!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JRtI0O5zMoU/SvCEgJ31_nI/AAAAAAAABLw/sbhNckqJFZE/s1600-h/there+i+am!.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399961641158049394" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JRtI0O5zMoU/SvCEgJ31_nI/AAAAAAAABLw/sbhNckqJFZE/s320/there+i+am!.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait, WHAT THE HELL IS THIS PICTURE?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JRtI0O5zMoU/SvCFi1H_iyI/AAAAAAAABMI/X8-uiAIA8FQ/s1600-h/v6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399962786639874850" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JRtI0O5zMoU/SvCFi1H_iyI/AAAAAAAABMI/X8-uiAIA8FQ/s320/v6.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The weird/nice pic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JRtI0O5zMoU/SvCFjCsZ5CI/AAAAAAAABMQ/SIhxyGBDa-E/s1600-h/5v4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 270px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399962790282257442" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JRtI0O5zMoU/SvCFjCsZ5CI/AAAAAAAABMQ/SIhxyGBDa-E/s320/5v4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And finalllllyyyy... the feet pic!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JRtI0O5zMoU/SvCF5O9ixCI/AAAAAAAABMg/8MM8WScWAO4/s1600-h/feet1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399963171532489762" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JRtI0O5zMoU/SvCF5O9ixCI/AAAAAAAABMg/8MM8WScWAO4/s320/feet1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JRtI0O5zMoU/SvCF5Uj17SI/AAAAAAAABMo/6TaTbi_uM4E/s1600-h/feet2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399963173035306274" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JRtI0O5zMoU/SvCF5Uj17SI/AAAAAAAABMo/6TaTbi_uM4E/s320/feet2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Geez this post took hours to make. Blogger has GOT to be more efficient with its photo-features thing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22627352-8894812876535196888?l=taste-the-fear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taste-the-fear.blogspot.com/feeds/8894812876535196888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22627352&amp;postID=8894812876535196888' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22627352/posts/default/8894812876535196888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22627352/posts/default/8894812876535196888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taste-the-fear.blogspot.com/2009/11/shit-this-is-late-but-oh-well-16th.html' title=''/><author><name>vs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12087542701890357138</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JRtI0O5zMoU/TUPfKo_2n9I/AAAAAAAACfE/vYqMXLtvxzI/s220/Picture%2B8c.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JRtI0O5zMoU/SvB2cIJBQiI/AAAAAAAABIA/cdcJvNV-DFU/s72-c/DSCF1519.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22627352.post-2604723512775907503</id><published>2009-11-03T17:59:00.026+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-03T22:26:58.769+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Randomly found on my computer... taken last September,&lt;br /&gt;I call it "&lt;strong&gt;Freaks and Geeks&lt;/strong&gt;"! LOL... Starring Vidhu (who stole Rach's specs... and it's way too big for her face) and Neeti!!!&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399828680688476498" border="2" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JRtI0O5zMoU/SvALk1hnIVI/AAAAAAAABH4/EdfDNUE2mPY/s320/DSC00466-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How hideous am I?! I could easily be both the freak and the geek D:&lt;br /&gt;HAHA AND GUESS WHAT. I *just* discovered how to put borders on my pics using the html!!!! COOL RIGHT? YES. But HMPH why is it maroon :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22627352-2604723512775907503?l=taste-the-fear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taste-the-fear.blogspot.com/feeds/2604723512775907503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22627352&amp;postID=2604723512775907503' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22627352/posts/default/2604723512775907503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22627352/posts/default/2604723512775907503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taste-the-fear.blogspot.com/2009/11/randomly-found-on-my-computer.html' title=''/><author><name>vs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12087542701890357138</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JRtI0O5zMoU/TUPfKo_2n9I/AAAAAAAACfE/vYqMXLtvxzI/s220/Picture%2B8c.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JRtI0O5zMoU/SvALk1hnIVI/AAAAAAAABH4/EdfDNUE2mPY/s72-c/DSC00466-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22627352.post-1913789558676942455</id><published>2009-11-03T17:20:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T02:06:04.669+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>What I did today...&lt;br /&gt;1) Eat Ritter Sport :D mmmmm&lt;br /&gt;2) Open my stress-buster kit (thanks guys :P)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JRtI0O5zMoU/Su_5f9VwjRI/AAAAAAAABGY/GAx65tsllNc/s1600-h/DSC01677.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399808805677600018" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JRtI0O5zMoU/Su_5f9VwjRI/AAAAAAAABGY/GAx65tsllNc/s320/DSC01677.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; To say that this was easy to blow up is a lie! I took like 5 minutes! (and there's a picture to prove it!... see how hard I'm trying LOL)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399808798942826978" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JRtI0O5zMoU/Su_5fkQEEeI/AAAAAAAABGQ/_ioYhlXY43w/s320/DSC01679b.jpg" /&gt;&lt;em&gt; [Edit: 2.05am HAHA Archanaloose pointed out that I look like Little Lulu here... Omg what an insult... HAHAHAHA... check it out ROFL. Oh dear god, but Little Lulu didn't have eyebags... or killer bangs. Ha. SHE WAS A LU-LU-LUSER. whatever okay, shut up vidhu. ]&lt;a href="http://growabrain.typepad.com/photos/uncategorized/little_lulu.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://growabrain.typepad.com/photos/uncategorized/little_lulu.gif" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But totally worth it! Ha ha ha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JRtI0O5zMoU/Su_5fD5N3eI/AAAAAAAABGI/qHyq9FUradU/s1600-h/DSC01682.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399808790257065442" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JRtI0O5zMoU/Su_5fD5N3eI/AAAAAAAABGI/qHyq9FUradU/s320/DSC01682.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Hooray!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399808809292044482" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JRtI0O5zMoU/Su_5gKzgmMI/AAAAAAAABGg/_QmquaP5pQw/s320/DSC01673-2.jpg" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why does Blogger pixelate all my pics :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22627352-1913789558676942455?l=taste-the-fear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taste-the-fear.blogspot.com/feeds/1913789558676942455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22627352&amp;postID=1913789558676942455' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22627352/posts/default/1913789558676942455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22627352/posts/default/1913789558676942455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taste-the-fear.blogspot.com/2009/11/what-i-did-today.html' title=''/><author><name>vs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12087542701890357138</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JRtI0O5zMoU/TUPfKo_2n9I/AAAAAAAACfE/vYqMXLtvxzI/s220/Picture%2B8c.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JRtI0O5zMoU/Su_5f9VwjRI/AAAAAAAABGY/GAx65tsllNc/s72-c/DSC01677.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22627352.post-1670606009032948968</id><published>2009-11-03T01:04:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-03T01:05:43.859+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HAIYAHHHHHHH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tell you, I'm whining and whining and whining right? Complaining and complaining and complaining. But my heart doesn't beat faster. No emotions already. Just, whining. Out of habit. 'Cos my head knows what's coming and it's just spontaneously reacting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But other than that I'm a little too numbed. Even tho this is the most unprepared I have been ALL MY LIFE. :( whine whine whine&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22627352-1670606009032948968?l=taste-the-fear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taste-the-fear.blogspot.com/feeds/1670606009032948968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22627352&amp;postID=1670606009032948968' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22627352/posts/default/1670606009032948968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22627352/posts/default/1670606009032948968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taste-the-fear.blogspot.com/2009/11/haiyahhhhhhh-i-tell-you-im-whining-and.html' title=''/><author><name>vs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12087542701890357138</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JRtI0O5zMoU/TUPfKo_2n9I/AAAAAAAACfE/vYqMXLtvxzI/s220/Picture%2B8c.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22627352.post-6775511734145469608</id><published>2009-11-02T23:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T23:40:20.064+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Vidushini Siva says (11:35 PM):&lt;br /&gt;have a hug ! &lt;br /&gt;*hugs*&lt;br /&gt;cos today is world hug your best friends day&lt;br /&gt;rachu   :: ROCK ON INDIA :: says (11:35 PM):&lt;br /&gt;awesome!!!&lt;br /&gt;*hugs*&lt;br /&gt;Vidushini Siva says (11:35 PM):&lt;br /&gt;no&lt;br /&gt;i made that up&lt;br /&gt;everyday is hug your best friend day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22627352-6775511734145469608?l=taste-the-fear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taste-the-fear.blogspot.com/feeds/6775511734145469608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22627352&amp;postID=6775511734145469608' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22627352/posts/default/6775511734145469608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22627352/posts/default/6775511734145469608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taste-the-fear.blogspot.com/2009/11/vidushini-siva-says-1135-pm-have-hug.html' title=''/><author><name>vs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12087542701890357138</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JRtI0O5zMoU/TUPfKo_2n9I/AAAAAAAACfE/vYqMXLtvxzI/s220/Picture%2B8c.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22627352.post-3596112066085847554</id><published>2009-11-02T19:46:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T19:49:48.250+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Horoscope writers are such morons! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Quickie&lt;br /&gt;It's time to realize you are as beautiful as you think you are -- case closed. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's FUNNY, 'cos I don't think I'm beautiful at all!! &gt;:( &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Extended&lt;br /&gt;You are more attractive than you realize, and someone is going to make it their job to help you understand that today. Be happy and gracious when someone calls you beautiful. You should believe them -- after all, why would they lie? Your self-esteem has been taking a hit lately, mostly because you are listening to the tiny voices of doubt in your head. Stop it -- those voices are full of lies. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SHUT UP. :( :( &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry. Just having the WORST hair day EVER. No joke. Even my brother says it looks disgusting (when usually he doesn't really give a shit). D: D: D: It's baaaaad.&lt;br /&gt;Also, A LEVELS NEXT FREAKIN' TUESDAY.&lt;br /&gt;Am I doomed or am I doomed? (hint: I am doomed.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish we could just freeze time one day. Sigh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22627352-3596112066085847554?l=taste-the-fear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taste-the-fear.blogspot.com/feeds/3596112066085847554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22627352&amp;postID=3596112066085847554' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22627352/posts/default/3596112066085847554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22627352/posts/default/3596112066085847554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taste-the-fear.blogspot.com/2009/11/horoscope-writers-are-such-morons.html' title=''/><author><name>vs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12087542701890357138</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JRtI0O5zMoU/TUPfKo_2n9I/AAAAAAAACfE/vYqMXLtvxzI/s220/Picture%2B8c.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22627352.post-3761134673991785260</id><published>2009-11-01T20:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T20:41:00.816+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Nov. 02, Libra&lt;br /&gt;Your key planet Venus forms a lovely trine with ethereal Neptune today, lifting your desires from the physical world into more spiritual realms. But it won't be easy to unwind because you must handle one crisis after another. &lt;strong&gt;You may feel as if you are in an absurd melodrama as you try to imagine what could happen next&lt;/strong&gt;. Maintaining an easygoing attitude can help you keep the petty annoyances in proper perspective.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks ah, horoscope. Moron. :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22627352-3761134673991785260?l=taste-the-fear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taste-the-fear.blogspot.com/feeds/3761134673991785260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22627352&amp;postID=3761134673991785260' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22627352/posts/default/3761134673991785260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22627352/posts/default/3761134673991785260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taste-the-fear.blogspot.com/2009/11/nov.html' title=''/><author><name>vs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12087542701890357138</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JRtI0O5zMoU/TUPfKo_2n9I/AAAAAAAACfE/vYqMXLtvxzI/s220/Picture%2B8c.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22627352.post-5987161768410491341</id><published>2009-10-31T23:33:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-05T19:54:02.696+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I know I have said this before, but religion/God always exists in a different sphere for me. A different realm of thought. And sometimes I feel like I'm the sun, and science, poetry, religion etc are in orbit around me. And I do believe that they all exist together, even if they don't at all. But sometimes I get them all confused, and I wonder why it's always the religion-"planet" that slips further away from me. Like my gravitational pull just got suddenly weaker. But not to any of my other "planets". Just this one. And why? When this is the one where my faith is supposed to be unflinching. Unwavering. Unshakeable. &lt;br /&gt;Do you believe in science? Ummmmm...&lt;br /&gt;Do you believe in love? Sigh...&lt;br /&gt;Do you belive in God? I can close my eyes and say yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*deep breath*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ETA May 5 2010 7:16pm: I think because the things that hold us together are only as strong as the faith we have in them. When you become clouded and confused and lost in the real-world-ness of things and forget about the higher power, it affects you. It becomes important because it feels like you're falling apart... and you don't feel that for the other planets because they don't make you, they don't define you or &amp;nbsp;hold you together.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22627352-5987161768410491341?l=taste-the-fear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taste-the-fear.blogspot.com/feeds/5987161768410491341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22627352&amp;postID=5987161768410491341' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22627352/posts/default/5987161768410491341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22627352/posts/default/5987161768410491341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taste-the-fear.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-know-i-have-said-this-before-but.html' title=''/><author><name>vs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12087542701890357138</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JRtI0O5zMoU/TUPfKo_2n9I/AAAAAAAACfE/vYqMXLtvxzI/s220/Picture%2B8c.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22627352.post-6074072763367194953</id><published>2009-10-31T01:13:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-31T01:13:48.675+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.covenanteyes.com/blog/wp-content/uploads/2008/12/panic-button.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 347px; height: 346px;" src="http://www.covenanteyes.com/blog/wp-content/uploads/2008/12/panic-button.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22627352-6074072763367194953?l=taste-the-fear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taste-the-fear.blogspot.com/feeds/6074072763367194953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22627352&amp;postID=6074072763367194953' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22627352/posts/default/6074072763367194953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22627352/posts/default/6074072763367194953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taste-the-fear.blogspot.com/2009/10/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>vs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12087542701890357138</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JRtI0O5zMoU/TUPfKo_2n9I/AAAAAAAACfE/vYqMXLtvxzI/s220/Picture%2B8c.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22627352.post-8575251247770973295</id><published>2009-10-29T22:42:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T22:51:28.757+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's just one of those days. Where you feel like fuck. I mean, it'll be a pretty good day... admittedly, a really long brain-hurting day but you somehow still manage to smile through it (because your hormones are running high and the guy sitting next to you is wearing the sexiest cologne / aftershave / Godknowswhat in the world and his smell is totally invading your brain) and then end up totally and completely drained and highly incoherent and you know that nothing significant's happened, but it's as if even the small things have been magnified and extrapolated... and it's all so big and huge and scary and headachey... you know that in the grand scheme of things, none of this matters but THE GRAND SCHEME OF THINGS IS FAR MORE TERRIFYING and life is so FUCK. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's just one of those days.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22627352-8575251247770973295?l=taste-the-fear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taste-the-fear.blogspot.com/feeds/8575251247770973295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22627352&amp;postID=8575251247770973295' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22627352/posts/default/8575251247770973295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22627352/posts/default/8575251247770973295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taste-the-fear.blogspot.com/2009/10/its-just-one-of-those-days.html' title=''/><author><name>vs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12087542701890357138</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JRtI0O5zMoU/TUPfKo_2n9I/AAAAAAAACfE/vYqMXLtvxzI/s220/Picture%2B8c.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22627352.post-4068988665763250688</id><published>2009-10-29T21:44:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-03T17:52:10.190+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;What I did during Monopoly lectures (you wanna know the best part? I didn't even KNOW I did this until today... obviously 'cos I didn't even open these notes till today. :O fail!): &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JRtI0O5zMoU/Su_7vobrbqI/AAAAAAAABGw/3Rf9XondLis/s1600-h/DSC01645.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399811273966448290" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JRtI0O5zMoU/Su_7vobrbqI/AAAAAAAABGw/3Rf9XondLis/s320/DSC01645.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JRtI0O5zMoU/Su_7wEDQYZI/AAAAAAAABG4/0I45ZYgvs-c/s1600-h/DSC01649.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399811281380204946" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JRtI0O5zMoU/Su_7wEDQYZI/AAAAAAAABG4/0I45ZYgvs-c/s320/DSC01649.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22627352-4068988665763250688?l=taste-the-fear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taste-the-fear.blogspot.com/feeds/4068988665763250688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22627352&amp;postID=4068988665763250688' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22627352/posts/default/4068988665763250688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22627352/posts/default/4068988665763250688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taste-the-fear.blogspot.com/2009/10/what-i-did-during-monopoly-lectures-you.html' title=''/><author><name>vs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12087542701890357138</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JRtI0O5zMoU/TUPfKo_2n9I/AAAAAAAACfE/vYqMXLtvxzI/s220/Picture%2B8c.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JRtI0O5zMoU/Su_7vobrbqI/AAAAAAAABGw/3Rf9XondLis/s72-c/DSC01645.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22627352.post-5855698635038131583</id><published>2009-10-29T00:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T00:46:00.073+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Only after I read that post did I realise "it's all in your head" has dual meanings! COOL :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Sorry.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22627352-5855698635038131583?l=taste-the-fear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taste-the-fear.blogspot.com/feeds/5855698635038131583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22627352&amp;postID=5855698635038131583' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22627352/posts/default/5855698635038131583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22627352/posts/default/5855698635038131583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taste-the-fear.blogspot.com/2009/10/only-after-i-read-that-post-did-i.html' title=''/><author><name>vs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12087542701890357138</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JRtI0O5zMoU/TUPfKo_2n9I/AAAAAAAACfE/vYqMXLtvxzI/s220/Picture%2B8c.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22627352.post-8733546251578860118</id><published>2009-10-29T00:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T00:45:02.775+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's all in your head, don't you worry. Everythin', everythin' will be just fine, alright alright.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22627352-8733546251578860118?l=taste-the-fear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taste-the-fear.blogspot.com/feeds/8733546251578860118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22627352&amp;postID=8733546251578860118' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22627352/posts/default/8733546251578860118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22627352/posts/default/8733546251578860118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taste-the-fear.blogspot.com/2009/10/its-all-in-your-head-dont-you-worry.html' title=''/><author><name>vs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12087542701890357138</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JRtI0O5zMoU/TUPfKo_2n9I/AAAAAAAACfE/vYqMXLtvxzI/s220/Picture%2B8c.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22627352.post-1064873260042902608</id><published>2009-10-28T22:07:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-28T22:12:35.376+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today, lots of things seemed to have conspired against me. But every step of the way, I took deep breaths and managed out of them. In fact, I think it was all the things that screwed me over today that led me to where I really needed to be. I am a winner! HA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's what I've learned in the past week: I'll never ever be ready for anything in life. I just have to dive in headfirst. And it's my life, so I gotta do all the right things (the ones I know, anyway). And just... get moving. Next step after next. In the grand scheme of things, none of this matters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Today's Horoscopes: Oct 28, 2009 &lt;br /&gt;Libra Tomorrow &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that Saturn the Taskmaster has entered Libra, you might already be able to tell something is different. There's a heaviness that's settling over your life and you are being required to grow up and take the next step into your future. Since Saturn will be visiting your sign for the next couple of years, don't expect any overnight success stories. But rest assured that your hard work will eventually be rewarded.&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22627352-1064873260042902608?l=taste-the-fear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taste-the-fear.blogspot.com/feeds/1064873260042902608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22627352&amp;postID=1064873260042902608' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22627352/posts/default/1064873260042902608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22627352/posts/default/1064873260042902608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taste-the-fear.blogspot.com/2009/10/today-lots-of-things-seemed-to-have.html' title=''/><author><name>vs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12087542701890357138</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JRtI0O5zMoU/TUPfKo_2n9I/AAAAAAAACfE/vYqMXLtvxzI/s220/Picture%2B8c.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22627352.post-4703390063304184617</id><published>2009-10-28T14:34:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-03T17:41:44.051+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>GC in parametric mode: &lt;br /&gt;x = 2sint - sin(2t) + 5&lt;br /&gt;y = 2cost - 3cos(2t) + 6&lt;br /&gt;!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;: ) Then pass it on! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(if you play around, you might get this:&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JRtI0O5zMoU/Su_6wz0aVyI/AAAAAAAABGo/VPgDxFAm8HU/s1600-h/DSC01640.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JRtI0O5zMoU/Su_6wz0aVyI/AAAAAAAABGo/VPgDxFAm8HU/s320/DSC01640.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399810194691217186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; woot!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22627352-4703390063304184617?l=taste-the-fear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taste-the-fear.blogspot.com/feeds/4703390063304184617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22627352&amp;postID=4703390063304184617' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22627352/posts/default/4703390063304184617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22627352/posts/default/4703390063304184617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taste-the-fear.blogspot.com/2009/10/gc-in-parametric-mode-x-2sint-sin2t-5-y.html' title=''/><author><name>vs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12087542701890357138</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JRtI0O5zMoU/TUPfKo_2n9I/AAAAAAAACfE/vYqMXLtvxzI/s220/Picture%2B8c.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JRtI0O5zMoU/Su_6wz0aVyI/AAAAAAAABGo/VPgDxFAm8HU/s72-c/DSC01640.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22627352.post-3641225371655663586</id><published>2009-10-27T21:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-27T21:22:57.798+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>When it rains, it's pours !!!!!! :(&lt;br /&gt;holy effing god.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22627352-3641225371655663586?l=taste-the-fear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taste-the-fear.blogspot.com/feeds/3641225371655663586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22627352&amp;postID=3641225371655663586' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22627352/posts/default/3641225371655663586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22627352/posts/default/3641225371655663586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taste-the-fear.blogspot.com/2009/10/when-it-rains-its-pours-holy-effing-god.html' title=''/><author><name>vs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12087542701890357138</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JRtI0O5zMoU/TUPfKo_2n9I/AAAAAAAACfE/vYqMXLtvxzI/s220/Picture%2B8c.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22627352.post-1270610558203994676</id><published>2009-10-27T17:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-27T17:25:18.574+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Vidushini got a message that on this day, God wants her to know...&lt;br /&gt;... that tonight you can turn your worries to God, and have a good night's sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You've been worrying too much about the future lately. So tonight, go ...ahead, put your faith in God, and just have a peaceful evening and a restful sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MY ECONS IS IN DIRE STRAITS.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22627352-1270610558203994676?l=taste-the-fear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taste-the-fear.blogspot.com/feeds/1270610558203994676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22627352&amp;postID=1270610558203994676' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22627352/posts/default/1270610558203994676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22627352/posts/default/1270610558203994676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taste-the-fear.blogspot.com/2009/10/vidushini-got-message-that-on-this-day_27.html' title=''/><author><name>vs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12087542701890357138</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JRtI0O5zMoU/TUPfKo_2n9I/AAAAAAAACfE/vYqMXLtvxzI/s220/Picture%2B8c.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22627352.post-6203562500620670043</id><published>2009-10-27T00:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-27T00:33:34.660+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"When I was a girl, my life was music that was always getting louder. Everything moved me. A dog following a stranger. That made me feel so much. A calender that showed the wrong month. I could have cried over it. I did. Where the smoke from the chimney ended. How an overturned bottle rested at the edge of a table.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent my life learning to feel less. &lt;br /&gt;Every day I felt less. &lt;br /&gt;Is that growing old? Or is it something worse? &lt;br /&gt;You cannot protect yourself from sadness without protecting yourself from happiness."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Jonathan Safran Foer&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22627352-6203562500620670043?l=taste-the-fear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taste-the-fear.blogspot.com/feeds/6203562500620670043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22627352&amp;postID=6203562500620670043' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22627352/posts/default/6203562500620670043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22627352/posts/default/6203562500620670043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taste-the-fear.blogspot.com/2009/10/when-i-was-girl-my-life-was-music-that.html' title=''/><author><name>vs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12087542701890357138</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JRtI0O5zMoU/TUPfKo_2n9I/AAAAAAAACfE/vYqMXLtvxzI/s220/Picture%2B8c.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22627352.post-341034274028523969</id><published>2009-10-26T22:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T22:33:30.298+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Do what you feel, just how you like, nobody haaaaas to know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22627352-341034274028523969?l=taste-the-fear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taste-the-fear.blogspot.com/feeds/341034274028523969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22627352&amp;postID=341034274028523969' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22627352/posts/default/341034274028523969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22627352/posts/default/341034274028523969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taste-the-fear.blogspot.com/2009/10/do-what-you-feel-just-how-you-like.html' title=''/><author><name>vs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12087542701890357138</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JRtI0O5zMoU/TUPfKo_2n9I/AAAAAAAACfE/vYqMXLtvxzI/s220/Picture%2B8c.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22627352.post-6839236031085765646</id><published>2009-10-26T21:58:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T22:00:55.568+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>All the things you say and don't say hurt me. And you don't even realise it. Or you DO realise it, but you don't want to help it. Instead you ask stupid questions. Yes, I am mad at you. Screw you! There are only some kinds of friendships worth keeping and you're approaching the "not worth keeping" range. Even if that breaks every promise we ever made and all the plans we've ever had.&lt;br /&gt;Screw. you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22627352-6839236031085765646?l=taste-the-fear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taste-the-fear.blogspot.com/feeds/6839236031085765646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22627352&amp;postID=6839236031085765646' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22627352/posts/default/6839236031085765646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22627352/posts/default/6839236031085765646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taste-the-fear.blogspot.com/2009/10/all-things-you-say-and-dont-say-hurt-me.html' title=''/><author><name>vs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12087542701890357138</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JRtI0O5zMoU/TUPfKo_2n9I/AAAAAAAACfE/vYqMXLtvxzI/s220/Picture%2B8c.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22627352.post-4636965628765219561</id><published>2009-10-25T10:53:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-25T11:10:48.628+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hate waking up to weekends because I have to chart out own day (instead of school doing it for me). I find that really difficult and something about everyone being at home and running around here and there just makes me so annoyed. It's like there's no structure!! :( And worse yet, it's raining! Butttt...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;With a smile and a song, life is just a bright sunny day !!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's no use in grumbling&lt;br /&gt;When the raindrops come tumbling&lt;br /&gt;Remember, you're the one&lt;br /&gt;Who can fill the world with sunshine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22627352-4636965628765219561?l=taste-the-fear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taste-the-fear.blogspot.com/feeds/4636965628765219561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22627352&amp;postID=4636965628765219561' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22627352/posts/default/4636965628765219561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22627352/posts/default/4636965628765219561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taste-the-fear.blogspot.com/2009/10/hate-waking-up-to-weekends-because-i.html' title=''/><author><name>vs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12087542701890357138</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JRtI0O5zMoU/TUPfKo_2n9I/AAAAAAAACfE/vYqMXLtvxzI/s220/Picture%2B8c.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22627352.post-3421283456706073935</id><published>2009-10-24T23:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-24T23:19:25.591+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>rachu   :: ROCK ON INDIA :: says (11:12 PM):&lt;br /&gt;*:P i can't even see the changed PM, bah.&lt;br /&gt;Vidushini Siva says (11:12 PM):&lt;br /&gt;*yeah&lt;br /&gt;*good for you&lt;br /&gt;*but it was &lt;br /&gt;*"trying to dilute the world"&lt;br /&gt;*and it made a lot more sense in my head.&lt;br /&gt;rachu   :: ROCK ON INDIA :: says (11:13 PM):&lt;br /&gt;*maybe you were CONCENTRATING too hard&lt;br /&gt;Vidushini Siva says (11:13 PM):&lt;br /&gt;*HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22627352-3421283456706073935?l=taste-the-fear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taste-the-fear.blogspot.com/feeds/3421283456706073935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22627352&amp;postID=3421283456706073935' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22627352/posts/default/3421283456706073935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22627352/posts/default/3421283456706073935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taste-the-fear.blogspot.com/2009/10/rachu-rock-on-india-says-1112-pm-p-i.html' title=''/><author><name>vs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12087542701890357138</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JRtI0O5zMoU/TUPfKo_2n9I/AAAAAAAACfE/vYqMXLtvxzI/s220/Picture%2B8c.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22627352.post-4688395163813671741</id><published>2009-10-24T13:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-24T13:56:59.778+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ohmygod I am so scared for the A's. I think I might even be paralyzed with fear. Like, I just don't know how to proceed...&lt;br /&gt;D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear lord Ganesha pls help me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22627352-4688395163813671741?l=taste-the-fear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taste-the-fear.blogspot.com/feeds/4688395163813671741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22627352&amp;postID=4688395163813671741' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22627352/posts/default/4688395163813671741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22627352/posts/default/4688395163813671741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taste-the-fear.blogspot.com/2009/10/ohmygod-i-am-so-scared-for-as.html' title=''/><author><name>vs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12087542701890357138</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JRtI0O5zMoU/TUPfKo_2n9I/AAAAAAAACfE/vYqMXLtvxzI/s220/Picture%2B8c.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22627352.post-2763188437096693772</id><published>2009-10-23T22:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T02:15:03.350+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JRtI0O5zMoU/Su_-Pe1KysI/AAAAAAAABHY/ZePtLw1_f68/s1600-h/DSC01637.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JRtI0O5zMoU/Su_-Pe1KysI/AAAAAAAABHY/ZePtLw1_f68/s320/DSC01637.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399814020168075970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That blur of colour in the distance is a bunch of J1s huddled on the FLOOR doing WR quite late into the night, 'cos they were desperately in need of a plug point! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Those were the days, right? When your biggest worry was *gasp* PW!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22627352-2763188437096693772?l=taste-the-fear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taste-the-fear.blogspot.com/feeds/2763188437096693772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22627352&amp;postID=2763188437096693772' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22627352/posts/default/2763188437096693772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22627352/posts/default/2763188437096693772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taste-the-fear.blogspot.com/2009/10/that-blur-of-colour-in-distance-is.html' title=''/><author><name>vs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12087542701890357138</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JRtI0O5zMoU/TUPfKo_2n9I/AAAAAAAACfE/vYqMXLtvxzI/s220/Picture%2B8c.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JRtI0O5zMoU/Su_-Pe1KysI/AAAAAAAABHY/ZePtLw1_f68/s72-c/DSC01637.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22627352.post-4089765258642301414</id><published>2009-10-22T23:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-22T23:58:52.274+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today's epiphany:&lt;br /&gt;Life is one big great elimination process.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22627352-4089765258642301414?l=taste-the-fear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taste-the-fear.blogspot.com/feeds/4089765258642301414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22627352&amp;postID=4089765258642301414' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22627352/posts/default/4089765258642301414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22627352/posts/default/4089765258642301414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taste-the-fear.blogspot.com/2009/10/todays-epiphany-life-is-one-big-great.html' title=''/><author><name>vs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12087542701890357138</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JRtI0O5zMoU/TUPfKo_2n9I/AAAAAAAACfE/vYqMXLtvxzI/s220/Picture%2B8c.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22627352.post-8413912829463599073</id><published>2009-10-21T22:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-21T22:30:06.931+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Lots of great advice today! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tomorrow &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The decisions you make these days are crucial to your long-term plans, so think about your goals and the best way to reach them. If you get sidetracked into justifying your daily production, you might miss the bigger picture. Don't worry about keeping score or measuring your progress. Just keep your eyes focused on the distant prize.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22627352-8413912829463599073?l=taste-the-fear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taste-the-fear.blogspot.com/feeds/8413912829463599073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22627352&amp;postID=8413912829463599073' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22627352/posts/default/8413912829463599073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22627352/posts/default/8413912829463599073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taste-the-fear.blogspot.com/2009/10/lots-of-great-advice-today-tomorrow.html' title=''/><author><name>vs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12087542701890357138</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JRtI0O5zMoU/TUPfKo_2n9I/AAAAAAAACfE/vYqMXLtvxzI/s220/Picture%2B8c.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22627352.post-966480440962647079</id><published>2009-10-21T21:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-21T21:49:51.717+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Vidushini got a message that on this day, God wants her to know...&lt;br /&gt;... that God loves you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, God loves you. Very much. Unconditionally. Like a mother loves her child, unconditionally. Even as she slaps her baby's hand to protect from being burnt by a fire, her love infuses her whole being. So with God. God's love for you infuses the whole Universe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22627352-966480440962647079?l=taste-the-fear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taste-the-fear.blogspot.com/feeds/966480440962647079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22627352&amp;postID=966480440962647079' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22627352/posts/default/966480440962647079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22627352/posts/default/966480440962647079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taste-the-fear.blogspot.com/2009/10/vidushini-got-message-that-on-this-day_21.html' title=''/><author><name>vs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12087542701890357138</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JRtI0O5zMoU/TUPfKo_2n9I/AAAAAAAACfE/vYqMXLtvxzI/s220/Picture%2B8c.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22627352.post-1348833999969288631</id><published>2009-10-19T23:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T23:40:13.274+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>On my knees&lt;br /&gt;Dim lighted room&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm praying that we will see, something there in between&lt;br /&gt;Then and there that exceeds all that we can dream.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22627352-1348833999969288631?l=taste-the-fear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taste-the-fear.blogspot.com/feeds/1348833999969288631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22627352&amp;postID=1348833999969288631' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22627352/posts/default/1348833999969288631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22627352/posts/default/1348833999969288631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taste-the-fear.blogspot.com/2009/10/on-my-knees-dim-lighted-room-and-im.html' title=''/><author><name>vs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12087542701890357138</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JRtI0O5zMoU/TUPfKo_2n9I/AAAAAAAACfE/vYqMXLtvxzI/s220/Picture%2B8c.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22627352.post-7208063268374572157</id><published>2009-10-19T22:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T22:31:49.994+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I must ace the A's! Not whether I want to, or whether I can, but just... need to. Need. to. Because that's fast becoming the freaking uni criteria (urghhhh) and yeah. &lt;br /&gt;Don't give up, Vidhu. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh. Only 3 weeks left.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22627352-7208063268374572157?l=taste-the-fear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taste-the-fear.blogspot.com/feeds/7208063268374572157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22627352&amp;postID=7208063268374572157' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22627352/posts/default/7208063268374572157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22627352/posts/default/7208063268374572157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taste-the-fear.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-must-ace-as-not-whether-i-want-to-or.html' title=''/><author><name>vs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12087542701890357138</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JRtI0O5zMoU/TUPfKo_2n9I/AAAAAAAACfE/vYqMXLtvxzI/s220/Picture%2B8c.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22627352.post-4883061822359147537</id><published>2009-10-19T19:39:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T19:39:37.745+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>These day-to-day aspects are infuriating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daily Extended for October 20, 2009 Libra&lt;br /&gt;Isn't it amazing that when you finally get around to cleaning out your closet you end up throwing out so much more than you ever knew you had? Make a pledge to yourself that you'll never let your unused possessions (emotional or physical) pile up like that again! Today, clean out your emotional closet. Many feelings, grudges or regrets are in there and they're doing you no good ... let these outmoded things pass away. You'll be amazed at how much lighter you feel.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22627352-4883061822359147537?l=taste-the-fear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taste-the-fear.blogspot.com/feeds/4883061822359147537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22627352&amp;postID=4883061822359147537' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22627352/posts/default/4883061822359147537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22627352/posts/default/4883061822359147537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taste-the-fear.blogspot.com/2009/10/these-day-to-day-aspects-are.html' title=''/><author><name>vs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12087542701890357138</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JRtI0O5zMoU/TUPfKo_2n9I/AAAAAAAACfE/vYqMXLtvxzI/s220/Picture%2B8c.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22627352.post-1206409239474505234</id><published>2009-10-18T18:02:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-03T17:55:20.447+08:00</updated><title type='text'>walking on sunshine</title><content type='html'>And the happiest 18 year old girl is..... VIDUSHINI SIVA !!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;The last 2 weeks have been crazy! Crazy exciting. Almost to the point of overwhelming. God I think I'm gonna burst from all the happiness and love! Srsly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, let's recap. Last Thursday(8/10) I became a citizen! Rofl. Doomed to the life of a Singaporean. Blah!&lt;br /&gt;On Wednesday (14/10), I turned 18! It was awesome (read entry below!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JRtI0O5zMoU/Strny34mJVI/AAAAAAAABFg/gAyh7agFNsY/s1600-h/DSC01576.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393878364910396754" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JRtI0O5zMoU/Strny34mJVI/AAAAAAAABFg/gAyh7agFNsY/s320/DSC01576.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Friday (16/10), it was Farewell Assembly. The assembly was quite nice, with Ms Lai drawing a parallel with Finding Nemo. Sweet. The teachers performances were hilarious and wonderful. Loved them. We even waved our 'glowing test tube' during the Chem teachers song! Then it was contact time with CT and class... and all of us said a few words for the entire class. Joanna spoke and she starting crying then I also cried. Cried and cried and cried :P Cried while I spoke, was pretty horrible! Hahaha. And Ms Wong said she will always remember me as that poor J1 girl who had trouble finding her footing. LOL. And that I've come a long way since then. I like that. I've grown, I've learned so many things, I've pulled through (definitely thank yous go out Ms Wong and classmates, and esp. drama mates) and I am now a mature (yeah right), strong 18 year old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JRtI0O5zMoU/StrcL6g-UkI/AAAAAAAABDY/3BxEh7N6zxY/s1600-h/DSC01632.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393865600973820482" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JRtI0O5zMoU/StrcL6g-UkI/AAAAAAAABDY/3BxEh7N6zxY/s320/DSC01632.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the teachers and sock from Alyss/Mak. There was also quite an ugly teddy bear (I don't like teddy bears! Or soft toys...) but I quickly dumped it far inside my cupboard somewhere :/ :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday (17/10), it was Deepavali. We didn't actually do anything but I felt it was worth mentioning!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday (18/10), it was Deepavali G12 party. Our usual tradition. We sat down for a while then later, Archana asked me to go to the toilet with her, so I did (girl code LOL). Then when I came out Abhi and Malv and Snoo were there and we were just being lame and laughing and I kept asking what everyone was doing around... I didn't even realise what was going on, then when I was walking about into the restaurant, Ochie slipped a piece of paper into my hand and I read it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JRtI0O5zMoU/StrlwwYCi9I/AAAAAAAABFA/0G3g-mhlIZE/s1600-h/DSC01628.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393876129511803858" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JRtI0O5zMoU/StrlwwYCi9I/AAAAAAAABFA/0G3g-mhlIZE/s320/DSC01628.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (the capital V was added later to signify the fact that I have grown from a small v to a big V! LOL)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I was STILL blur! Then 18 balloons fell on my head omg!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JRtI0O5zMoU/Strf4aaoyTI/AAAAAAAABDo/QMt2gZd93OY/s1600-h/DSC01608.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393869663986305330" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JRtI0O5zMoU/Strf4aaoyTI/AAAAAAAABDo/QMt2gZd93OY/s320/DSC01608.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And they gave me a pretty MANGO bag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JRtI0O5zMoU/StrgyV89mVI/AAAAAAAABDw/5pM5jOWZ8X8/s1600-h/DSC01610.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393870659220511058" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JRtI0O5zMoU/StrgyV89mVI/AAAAAAAABDw/5pM5jOWZ8X8/s320/DSC01610.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I walked into our reserved room of the restaurant and omg!!!!! Everyone was there, clapping and there was a CAKE !!!! :D :D Beautiful fruity cake that was so mmmmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so they sang, and we cut it and I swear to god that I was grinning like a loose and squeeing about. I mean I might've had a sliiiight idea, but I was still so shocked and HAPPY OMGOMG I HAVE THE BEST FRIENDS IN THE WHOLE WIDE WORLD. BE JEALOUS, PEOPLE!!! :P hehehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we sat down to open the presents and Ochie took a video and it was so embarrassing cos I felt so amazingly loved and thanks so much everyone! Neeti, Archana, Ochie, Rachna, Abhi, Malv, Saranya, Padma and Anu for putting this together for me!! You guys are totally awesome and I am the luckiest girl to have such wonderful friends who continually shower me with all the love they have in their hugeee hearts. I feel like crying writing this. No words, okay. They are simply the best ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After which we ate the cake and had lunch. Then we camwhored and sang songs till the end. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm home and I am supremely THRILLED!!!! I have so many pictures !!!!&lt;br /&gt;Here are all my coolass presents!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Super adorable DANNY PHANTOM CARD! :D Thanks AA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JRtI0O5zMoU/StrkOkYmr1I/AAAAAAAABE4/jVVp-imNZG4/s1600-h/DSC01626.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393874442665766738" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JRtI0O5zMoU/StrkOkYmr1I/AAAAAAAABE4/jVVp-imNZG4/s320/DSC01626.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JRtI0O5zMoU/Strlx1zNqKI/AAAAAAAABFQ/ZPF3xepQTj8/s1600-h/DSC01631.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393876148147824802" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JRtI0O5zMoU/Strlx1zNqKI/AAAAAAAABFQ/ZPF3xepQTj8/s320/DSC01631.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Box full of things!!!! :D &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393870669853752018" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JRtI0O5zMoU/Strgy9kH-tI/AAAAAAAABD4/u1wdMRs3J5Q/s320/DSC01611.JPG" /&gt;Full of embarrassing quotes from my blog :O!!! Rach!!!!!!!! *glares* :P &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393870679671926018" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JRtI0O5zMoU/StrgziI9bQI/AAAAAAAABEA/1C4FNIOQSjs/s320/DSC01612.JPG" /&gt;And there's more!!! More quotes, from magazines and pretty things and OMG. Ochie really has an eye for beauty hahahaha. She is soooo sweeeeet!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393870689138277810" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JRtI0O5zMoU/Strg0FZ6fbI/AAAAAAAABEI/oSIn97Azz-o/s320/DSC01615.JPG" /&gt;Full of embarrassing quotes from my blog!! :O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stripey hairband!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JRtI0O5zMoU/Strg0uOd8sI/AAAAAAAABEQ/vlOhx17SrcU/s1600-h/DSC01616.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393870700096123586" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JRtI0O5zMoU/Strg0uOd8sI/AAAAAAAABEQ/vlOhx17SrcU/s320/DSC01616.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shiny colourful star earrings! (AA took all my weaknesses and put them into one thing! Smart girl! ;) )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JRtI0O5zMoU/StrlyQrmq1I/AAAAAAAABFY/PYKOeqX0I7g/s1600-h/DSC01620.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393876155363666770" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JRtI0O5zMoU/StrlyQrmq1I/AAAAAAAABFY/PYKOeqX0I7g/s320/DSC01620.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best thing for my soul...&lt;br /&gt;Chocolate!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JRtI0O5zMoU/StrkON75JxI/AAAAAAAABEw/ZACGBfC2qj4/s1600-h/DSC01625.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393874436639762194" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JRtI0O5zMoU/StrkON75JxI/AAAAAAAABEw/ZACGBfC2qj4/s320/DSC01625.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stress buster!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JRtI0O5zMoU/StrkNAv0UVI/AAAAAAAABEg/0lPW5BhRwNo/s1600-h/DSC01621.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393874415919583570" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JRtI0O5zMoU/StrkNAv0UVI/AAAAAAAABEg/0lPW5BhRwNo/s320/DSC01621.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JRtI0O5zMoU/StrkNgteFqI/AAAAAAAABEo/qm_vh0aen5Q/s1600-h/DSC01623.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393874424499672738" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JRtI0O5zMoU/StrkNgteFqI/AAAAAAAABEo/qm_vh0aen5Q/s320/DSC01623.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funky nailpolish!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JRtI0O5zMoU/StrlxXfW9LI/AAAAAAAABFI/OTJtE_hXdgc/s1600-h/DSC01630.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393876140011484338" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JRtI0O5zMoU/StrlxXfW9LI/AAAAAAAABFI/OTJtE_hXdgc/s320/DSC01630.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, that is a truckload of nice things !!!!! :D :D :D :D :D :D - that's what I look like right now !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Diwali photos when I get them! :)&lt;br /&gt;Also due: farewell assembly photos. I even have some photos that chronicle my airport escape on Wednesday, but too lazy to go and edit that entry. Blogger is damn annoying ok. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright. I'm done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THANKS EVERYONE FOR SUCH A SUPERB SUPERB SUPERB WEEK. It goes down in history. :)&lt;br /&gt;I love you guys insanely and thank God for putting you in my life. :)&lt;br /&gt;Bye!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edited to add, 9.07pm:&lt;br /&gt;Hmm wow, even Harshini came alllll the way here just to surprise me... with a charm bracelet and BAKED GOODS! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JRtI0O5zMoU/Su_9vsJolKI/AAAAAAAABHQ/MSRRPGOJj4s/s320/DSC01634.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399813473987761314" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My life is amazing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22627352-1206409239474505234?l=taste-the-fear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taste-the-fear.blogspot.com/feeds/1206409239474505234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22627352&amp;postID=1206409239474505234' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22627352/posts/default/1206409239474505234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22627352/posts/default/1206409239474505234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taste-the-fear.blogspot.com/2009/10/walking-on-sunshine.html' title='walking on sunshine'/><author><name>vs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12087542701890357138</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JRtI0O5zMoU/TUPfKo_2n9I/AAAAAAAACfE/vYqMXLtvxzI/s220/Picture%2B8c.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JRtI0O5zMoU/Strny34mJVI/AAAAAAAABFg/gAyh7agFNsY/s72-c/DSC01576.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22627352.post-4283793056170945538</id><published>2009-10-17T23:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-17T23:37:30.739+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm tired. So so so very tired. Tired of life. Tired of everything, tired of feeling things. It's overwhelming, it's too much, you know? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I'm doing it wrong, but I just can't remember the right way to do it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22627352-4283793056170945538?l=taste-the-fear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taste-the-fear.blogspot.com/feeds/4283793056170945538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22627352&amp;postID=4283793056170945538' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22627352/posts/default/4283793056170945538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22627352/posts/default/4283793056170945538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taste-the-fear.blogspot.com/2009/10/im-tired.html' title=''/><author><name>vs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12087542701890357138</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JRtI0O5zMoU/TUPfKo_2n9I/AAAAAAAACfE/vYqMXLtvxzI/s220/Picture%2B8c.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22627352.post-8018755472471673337</id><published>2009-10-16T00:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-16T00:19:55.969+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Daily Overview for October 16, 2009 - Libra&lt;br /&gt;Quickie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It's a super day for a super person like you.&lt;/strong&gt; Share your good mood with a friend. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daily Teen for October 16, 2009 - Libra&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Think summer rain, swinging in hammocks, water fights and campfires. Today you're a delightful combination of carefree actions, incendiary flirting and such high energy that you could set the tundra on fire. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22627352-8018755472471673337?l=taste-the-fear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taste-the-fear.blogspot.com/feeds/8018755472471673337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22627352&amp;postID=8018755472471673337' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22627352/posts/default/8018755472471673337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22627352/posts/default/8018755472471673337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taste-the-fear.blogspot.com/2009/10/daily-overview-for-october-16-2009.html' title=''/><author><name>vs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12087542701890357138</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JRtI0O5zMoU/TUPfKo_2n9I/AAAAAAAACfE/vYqMXLtvxzI/s220/Picture%2B8c.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22627352.post-6976137156572561546</id><published>2009-10-15T16:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-15T16:03:00.804+08:00</updated><title type='text'>wha?</title><content type='html'>"Black holes, unlike the common image, do not act as cosmic vacuum cleaners any more than do other stars. When a star evolves into a black hole, the gravitational attraction at a given distance from the body is no greater than it was for the star. That is to say, were the Sun to be replaced by a black hole of the same mass, the Earth would continue in the same orbit (assuming spherical symmetry of the sun). Due to a black hole's formation being explosive in nature, the object would lose a certain amount of its energy in the process, which, according to the mass–energy equivalence, means that a black hole would be of lower mass than the parent object, and actually have a weaker gravitational pull," says Wikipedia.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22627352-6976137156572561546?l=taste-the-fear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taste-the-fear.blogspot.com/feeds/6976137156572561546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22627352&amp;postID=6976137156572561546' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22627352/posts/default/6976137156572561546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22627352/posts/default/6976137156572561546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taste-the-fear.blogspot.com/2009/10/wha.html' title='wha?'/><author><name>vs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12087542701890357138</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JRtI0O5zMoU/TUPfKo_2n9I/AAAAAAAACfE/vYqMXLtvxzI/s220/Picture%2B8c.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22627352.post-2974060164007502965</id><published>2009-10-15T00:22:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-15T00:23:51.660+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Randomly found this on my comp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JRtI0O5zMoU/StX675bJliI/AAAAAAAABDQ/xDrL56Njc40/s1600-h/cricinfoscorecard.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 112px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JRtI0O5zMoU/StX675bJliI/AAAAAAAABDQ/xDrL56Njc40/s320/cricinfoscorecard.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392492035779958306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL why does Dravid have an *? Was he captaining? LOL you know what I want to say? THOSE WERE THE DAYS... hahahaha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22627352-2974060164007502965?l=taste-the-fear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taste-the-fear.blogspot.com/feeds/2974060164007502965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22627352&amp;postID=2974060164007502965' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22627352/posts/default/2974060164007502965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22627352/posts/default/2974060164007502965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taste-the-fear.blogspot.com/2009/10/randomly-found-this-on-my-comp.html' title=''/><author><name>vs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12087542701890357138</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JRtI0O5zMoU/TUPfKo_2n9I/AAAAAAAACfE/vYqMXLtvxzI/s220/Picture%2B8c.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JRtI0O5zMoU/StX675bJliI/AAAAAAAABDQ/xDrL56Njc40/s72-c/cricinfoscorecard.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22627352.post-5152964350456419782</id><published>2009-10-14T19:18:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T21:12:42.387+08:00</updated><title type='text'>8teen</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392414543735680594" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JRtI0O5zMoU/StW0dRED7lI/AAAAAAAABDI/QJqFMtN1JLE/s320/DSCF1510+copy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;horrible hair but happy girl! Also, SEXIEST CAKE IN THE WORLD. Made out of pure chocolatey goodness. And we all know that chocolate is an aphrodisiac ha ha ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had things to say but totes can't remember what they were :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-BIG thank you fto some speciallll people, who made today so wonderful. Obviously my family first, I don't need anything for my birthday because I've got the greatest treasures in the world! :D&lt;br /&gt;-Thank &lt;em&gt;you&lt;/em&gt;, for the *ahem* &lt;em&gt;raisins&lt;/em&gt;, not dates. And for all the things you give/say/do that make my 99% diabetes prediction a full 100%. :)&lt;br /&gt;-Thank you to Rachpants and Ochster for telling me you love me multiple times today!&lt;br /&gt;-Thank you Archanaloose because you are the longest friend I have ever had, 18 years of friendship and you still stick around ;) Not to mention you are also hilarious and amazing and for coining the greatest joke in the world. "Small v became big V!" LOOOOL.&lt;br /&gt;-Thank you to my besties and BFFs who've seen several birthdays of mine. Especially the G12ers (you know there's a university called G12 university? LOL) and UTUS/ex-tkgians.&lt;br /&gt;-Thank you everyone else who wished me!!! Especially those who gave me HUGS (Aamilah, asaad, hebei, nikki, dhwani, yihui and whoever else I cannot seem to remember!)... I always believe that hugs and kisses are the BESTEST GIFTS IN THE WHOLE WIDE WORLD. We should all just do it everyday. Like, even if it's October and your birthday was in March, people should go "Happy belated birthday! *hugs*!". Since we are all cool like that, you know? Heh.&lt;br /&gt;-OH! One of the presents I got today was an adorable thingy with the words "A hug is a great gift. One size fits all!" and then on the MRT I saw a guy with a t-shirt that read "Hugs are my favourite adhesive". It's the littlest things in life like these that mean the most. :D&lt;br /&gt;-Thank you Facebook :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wah I am now 18. Scary number, much? Lol. But it feels like something you want to go parading around telling people. Like HEY YOU, I'M EIGHTEEN AND YOU ARE? NOT EIGHTEEN? BOO. TOO BAD! ha ha ha ha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only horrible thing about being born towards the end of the year is that you need to face a whole lot of the year's struggles to get there. But it's such a great feeling to look back on the year - birthday year and calendar year - and think about how you braved through it all. I am stronger than I know and MORE LOVED THAN I CAN IMAGINE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you guys. Srsly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh. And in the process of writing an extremely important and grateful sms to a dear friend, I missed my bus stop and wound up at the AIRPORT! For srs. HAHAHA. And I totally had no clue where to get off so I kept shifting in my seat hoping someone else would get off so that I would know. I have never actually been to the airport by a bus and there were all these security checks and several bus stops. And I finally just jumped off at Terminal 1 because... a lot of people did! :P&lt;br /&gt;Then I casually tried to find the skytrain back to T2 and took the MRT from there. I couldn't be arsed to actually get to Simei/Tanah Mehra station so I alighted at EXPO and walked back home! I feel like that is the highlight of my day because I kept saying to myself for the past one week that I need to get off several bus stops from my house and walk back for at least half an hour in some kind of hopeful attempt to get more sun and a bit more exercise. Or rather, a bit more MOVEMENT. Since I am essentially sitting like a CP (couch potato) at home all day all night. :D So yes. The walk was realllly hot and empty and definitely about half an hour long. But funnest.thing.ever. I love walking. Really, I do. I also found out some days ago that "rambling" actually means walking aimlessly (and here I thought it meant &lt;em&gt;talking&lt;/em&gt; aimlessly)... and I TRULY LOVE RAMBLING. In both senses of the word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woohoo. And that was one hell of a long paragraph.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok I think I'm done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BYE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conclusion: Even though I did next to nothing on my birthday, besides walk home from EXPO, I took a nice nap and did some Mathematixxx... it was awesomeeezzz. And there's still a few hours left so HAHA, bring on the wishes Facebook!!! :P Omg I am damn lame. And sound like an ego-maniac. I am not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OOH and before I forget, Happy birthday to my fellow twinzzz. My evil twin Keri, Dharshini and Zaneta. And of course my dear LIONEL! :D and to the other people born today, like Sandhya and... all the coolest people in the world who share a birthday with me ;) Be honoured.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wow, shut up big V.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3 Okokok. Byeeeee.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22627352-5152964350456419782?l=taste-the-fear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taste-the-fear.blogspot.com/feeds/5152964350456419782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22627352&amp;postID=5152964350456419782' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22627352/posts/default/5152964350456419782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22627352/posts/default/5152964350456419782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taste-the-fear.blogspot.com/2009/10/8teen.html' title='8teen'/><author><name>vs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12087542701890357138</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JRtI0O5zMoU/TUPfKo_2n9I/AAAAAAAACfE/vYqMXLtvxzI/s220/Picture%2B8c.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JRtI0O5zMoU/StW0dRED7lI/AAAAAAAABDI/QJqFMtN1JLE/s72-c/DSCF1510+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22627352.post-1898600875671508265</id><published>2009-10-14T16:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T16:59:12.915+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>We make hope from every small disaster.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22627352-1898600875671508265?l=taste-the-fear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taste-the-fear.blogspot.com/feeds/1898600875671508265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22627352&amp;postID=1898600875671508265' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22627352/posts/default/1898600875671508265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22627352/posts/default/1898600875671508265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taste-the-fear.blogspot.com/2009/10/we-make-hope-from-every-small-disaster.html' title=''/><author><name>vs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12087542701890357138</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JRtI0O5zMoU/TUPfKo_2n9I/AAAAAAAACfE/vYqMXLtvxzI/s220/Picture%2B8c.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22627352.post-4595002256907586546</id><published>2009-10-14T00:26:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T00:29:57.287+08:00</updated><title type='text'>17</title><content type='html'>It was a good one :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many thanks to everyone who pulled me through, especially when I just wanted to sit down and cry (which was a lot of the time). You guys are amazing, and I am a truly truly blessed 18 year old. God's grace is boundless ♥&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22627352-4595002256907586546?l=taste-the-fear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taste-the-fear.blogspot.com/feeds/4595002256907586546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22627352&amp;postID=4595002256907586546' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22627352/posts/default/4595002256907586546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22627352/posts/default/4595002256907586546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taste-the-fear.blogspot.com/2009/10/17.html' title='&lt;b&gt;17&lt;/b&gt;'/><author><name>vs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12087542701890357138</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JRtI0O5zMoU/TUPfKo_2n9I/AAAAAAAACfE/vYqMXLtvxzI/s220/Picture%2B8c.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22627352.post-5553652338804802985</id><published>2009-10-12T00:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-12T00:21:36.062+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>What I want for my birthday:&lt;br /&gt;1) Balloons.&lt;br /&gt;2) Balloons.&lt;br /&gt;3) Balloons! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, that's pretty much it :P&lt;br /&gt;Nothing makes an 18 year old girl happier than balloons. trufax.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22627352-5553652338804802985?l=taste-the-fear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taste-the-fear.blogspot.com/feeds/5553652338804802985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22627352&amp;postID=5553652338804802985' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22627352/posts/default/5553652338804802985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22627352/posts/default/5553652338804802985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taste-the-fear.blogspot.com/2009/10/what-i-want-for-my-birthday-1-balloons.html' title=''/><author><name>vs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12087542701890357138</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JRtI0O5zMoU/TUPfKo_2n9I/AAAAAAAACfE/vYqMXLtvxzI/s220/Picture%2B8c.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22627352.post-2284049857719216933</id><published>2009-10-10T11:59:00.016+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-10T12:15:32.216+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay, lol, serious post.&lt;br /&gt;WRT prelim results- thankfully didn't flunk anything gloriously (not even chemistry!). In fact, I think they were not-bad-ish, I'm pretty pleased. Definitely better than expected, considering how much I cried straight after the physics paper was collected off my desk. Only mildly disappointed with Maths. How weird, right? Since when did I start liking Maths, even if only a little bit? My Maths was in horrible shape and I tried desperately to bring it back to life and I succeeded to an extent and I should be happy with that... but somehow when you achieve more than you imagined, you wish you could've tried this before and been able to achieve more by now. Know what I'm sayin'? :P. Perhaps also because Econs has displaced it on the bottom of the list. :( &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Econs econs econs. Actually I'm not really sad about it 'cos didn't really study and expected to do a lot worse. But it's still so faaaar from the rest of my subjects. I have no idea how I'm gonna save it. I dunno if it's because I just suck at Econs (highly likely) or because I wasn't prepared. I dunno if I *do* prepare (for mock exam! last chance omg) it will work. Cos if it doesn't then I am officially screwed. Why do I get myself into these kinda situations, srsly? What I didn't do in 2 years I hope to accomplish in 2 weeks! &gt;&lt; &lt;br /&gt;Sheeeeesh, Vidhu.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22627352-2284049857719216933?l=taste-the-fear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taste-the-fear.blogspot.com/feeds/2284049857719216933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22627352&amp;postID=2284049857719216933' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22627352/posts/default/2284049857719216933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22627352/posts/default/2284049857719216933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taste-the-fear.blogspot.com/2009/10/okay-lol-serious-post.html' title=''/><author><name>vs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12087542701890357138</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JRtI0O5zMoU/TUPfKo_2n9I/AAAAAAAACfE/vYqMXLtvxzI/s220/Picture%2B8c.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22627352.post-2349741351778005593</id><published>2009-10-08T21:44:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-08T21:49:07.140+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Tiiiiired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That, is an understatement.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22627352-2349741351778005593?l=taste-the-fear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taste-the-fear.blogspot.com/feeds/2349741351778005593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22627352&amp;postID=2349741351778005593' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22627352/posts/default/2349741351778005593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22627352/posts/default/2349741351778005593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taste-the-fear.blogspot.com/2009/10/tiiiiired.html' title=''/><author><name>vs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12087542701890357138</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JRtI0O5zMoU/TUPfKo_2n9I/AAAAAAAACfE/vYqMXLtvxzI/s220/Picture%2B8c.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22627352.post-8753295200707657039</id><published>2009-10-05T18:41:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-05T18:41:43.067+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Vidushini got a message that on this day, God wants her to know...&lt;br /&gt;... that God has an important purpose for you, and made everything possible for you to succeed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's not to say it's an easy purpose, or a convenient ...one. It might very well seem hard or even impossible, but it only looks that way. The truth is that one day you will look back and see how all the pieces fit together. And how your life has been a complete and utter success.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL. I'll be waiting for that day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22627352-8753295200707657039?l=taste-the-fear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taste-the-fear.blogspot.com/feeds/8753295200707657039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22627352&amp;postID=8753295200707657039' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22627352/posts/default/8753295200707657039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22627352/posts/default/8753295200707657039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taste-the-fear.blogspot.com/2009/10/vidushini-got-message-that-on-this-day.html' title=''/><author><name>vs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12087542701890357138</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JRtI0O5zMoU/TUPfKo_2n9I/AAAAAAAACfE/vYqMXLtvxzI/s220/Picture%2B8c.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
