<?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-7741771</id><updated>2011-07-31T18:14:32.864+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The loner's lair...</title><subtitle type='html'>The most secretive place in the world...where only the darkest mages live...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crystaliterose.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741771/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crystaliterose.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741771/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>the forgotten artist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02053736325279272999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dDzh1MiFVtM/SSViC_QCUSI/AAAAAAAAADY/TsQW2ZrQkn8/S220/ban_retsuya2.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>163</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7741771.post-6297768196039534413</id><published>2010-01-31T16:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-31T17:14:07.026+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>While I finish up my brain-boggling report, I shall take the chance to report on something else, OF COURSE IT IS SOY DAMMIT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I reached the place at 11am, and realised I don't have enough money. I trudged around in the hot sun to find an atm, which I did. ONLY TO DISCOVER IT DID NOT DISPENSE CASH. So since I didn't want to get lost inside NP just to find an atm, I travelled to shopping centre to top up, then went back. Of course, I was sweating like a pig.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found a bathroom to change, but the whole toilet was crowded with cosplayers and totally no ventilation. People + no air +effects of walking a lot = a very hot and sweaty china. Then I found Silk and we got tickets to go in. I shall summarise rest of the day in point form.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Hung around Hika and Sana's booth and bought some canbadges.&lt;br /&gt;-Watched single category cosplay competition. First up was a straight=haired Miranda (D.Gray-man), whose answer to "what vid game character would you be?" was that there were no games in her era, and started talking about a throwing-stuff-in-bin game. Then some Fooly Cooly and Metal slug X guy, and another Saucecakes. This particular Sasuke was quite skinny, and his question was "theme song". I sang Pub &amp;amp; Go, of course, but he chose "Bring me to life" cos "it is emo".&lt;br /&gt;-Karaoke section next, this girl sang Ayumi's "Dearest", but poor girl's tube started dropping and she kept pulling on it and going off tune, so host Tamaki-sempai was a gentleman and gave her a coat XDD (She won the competition, by the way).&lt;br /&gt;-Went outside for fresh air, spotted an Austrian Succession Prussia and Chibitalia, took pictures.&lt;br /&gt;-Found Jeanette, and we called Peishan&lt;br /&gt;-Poor buchou got lost, even though jeanette and I stood on the table and waved hard.&lt;br /&gt;-Went in for look-see, everyone bought canbadges. I bought one more.&lt;br /&gt;-Found a Russia siblings print, and the russia siblings handed it out.&lt;br /&gt;-I unofficially became one with jeanette. Oh, and sana's booth description read: "Afterall we'll be one with russia soon..." Yeah, so no wonder China is almost always with russia in the canbadges.&lt;br /&gt;-Went to tofu cafe, saw Vicky, ate rolls.&lt;br /&gt;-Went out, crashed a Hetalia cosplay group, took pictures with cosplayers.&lt;br /&gt;-This prussia stole my panda under my nose. I hit her with a ladle XDD&lt;br /&gt;-Posing time, first time see so many ppl shooting me, so I looked so off focus in my pictures cos I was looking at so many damn cameras without knowing which one was going off.&lt;br /&gt;-Prussia steals Belgium's waffles, and while being chased, drops Gilbird, but the waffles are saved.&lt;br /&gt;-Japan asks me how old am I. I answered my age and I swear everyone took a jump back. I'm too young for my own good OTL. Then again, China is forever young XDDD&lt;br /&gt;-More photos with group&lt;br /&gt;-Went in again to watch performance. It was beyond description,period.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep, it was fun being a cosplayer, heh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7741771-6297768196039534413?l=crystaliterose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crystaliterose.blogspot.com/feeds/6297768196039534413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7741771&amp;postID=6297768196039534413' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741771/posts/default/6297768196039534413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741771/posts/default/6297768196039534413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crystaliterose.blogspot.com/2010/01/while-i-finish-up-my-brain-boggling.html' title=''/><author><name>the forgotten artist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02053736325279272999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dDzh1MiFVtM/SSViC_QCUSI/AAAAAAAAADY/TsQW2ZrQkn8/S220/ban_retsuya2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7741771.post-6126324954181801731</id><published>2010-01-05T21:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-05T21:59:14.814+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>First post of the New year! Pachipachipachipachi~XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right, tmr I will be taking my Japanese level 4 placement test, i.e. last sem's level 3 exam. I tried last last sem's exam and by golly, I am astounded by the number of words I have forgotten. Lesson learnt from last attempt is NOT to show off on the sentence structures (funny I remember sentence structures more than words themselves-the effect of constant sentence writing?). The katakana and kanji writing parts are easy as pie, the fill in the blanks are nonsense, but I can manage the verbs part. Comprehension is total RUBBISH MAN. I hope my compre isn't too difficult (then again I have 3 hrs to kill, fufufu). Compo is another piece of crap, but remember NOT TO OVERDO IT. Use simple sentence structures, after all level 3 is equal to half of what I learnt in Ikoma. Take it nice and slow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whether or not I get it (IMUSTIMUSTIMUST GET THIS MODULE OR MY GPA WILL NEVER RECOVER FROM THE DAMAGE CAUSED BY MY ECONS), my plan for further learning will continue, at the expense of cramming my year 2 schedule. I will start studying my higher level stuff VERY WELL during the course of my vacation, then sign up for the N4 exam (gosh I must remember that the syllabus changed) in August, spam more learning (but of course school takes priority), go for the weekend preparatory classes in October, MUG hard for school plus JLPT. Just pretend it is studying for some intense level 5 course or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Side missions include finding a job in the hols (a nice job with nice pay), and bringing up my gpa this sem to 3.0 to rectify the huge damage caused.&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                                                    &lt;br /&gt;Ok must stuff in some last minute nouns now. Pon pata pon pata~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7741771-6126324954181801731?l=crystaliterose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crystaliterose.blogspot.com/feeds/6126324954181801731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7741771&amp;postID=6126324954181801731' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741771/posts/default/6126324954181801731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741771/posts/default/6126324954181801731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crystaliterose.blogspot.com/2010/01/first-post-of-new-year.html' title=''/><author><name>the forgotten artist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02053736325279272999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dDzh1MiFVtM/SSViC_QCUSI/AAAAAAAAADY/TsQW2ZrQkn8/S220/ban_retsuya2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7741771.post-5355407486518221151</id><published>2009-12-31T20:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-31T20:57:21.162+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>SPAAZZZZZZZZ. Working harder is in great order. Well, not having to compete with the smart ppl who bring the bell curve up like the BMS ppl who get 4.5 gpa, and then the really average ones have to fight and work so hard only to be torn down by whether or not they S/U their electives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well here are my New Years resolutions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) To be diligent and wise in being a YMH&lt;br /&gt;2) To up my gpa to above 3&lt;br /&gt;3) To set aside 1 hr everyday to practice piano for the whole of Jan and Feb&lt;br /&gt;4) Revise the day's lectures after school&lt;br /&gt;5) Get a job and make some moolah to pay for JLPT prep lessons&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is hopeless mannnnnn&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7741771-5355407486518221151?l=crystaliterose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crystaliterose.blogspot.com/feeds/5355407486518221151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7741771&amp;postID=5355407486518221151' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741771/posts/default/5355407486518221151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741771/posts/default/5355407486518221151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crystaliterose.blogspot.com/2009/12/spaazzzzzzzz.html' title=''/><author><name>the forgotten artist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02053736325279272999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dDzh1MiFVtM/SSViC_QCUSI/AAAAAAAAADY/TsQW2ZrQkn8/S220/ban_retsuya2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7741771.post-1648274404789669381</id><published>2009-11-30T20:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-30T20:49:21.287+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Since I only have one paper left, and today's paper left me high, so here's what I can do for my week left in Singapore before I leave for holiday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Get registration SETTLED.&lt;br /&gt;-STOP worrying about whether will fail papers. It's not gonna help when you have left it to the hands of the Lord.&lt;br /&gt;-Make some Hetalia paper dolls. Maybe give Mel a Turkey to bring to Turkey to take a photo. Yeah, I'm that stoned.&lt;br /&gt;-Practice more piano&lt;br /&gt;-Scout for Kajiura piano scores no matter how much it costs and play piano, also eyeing the Hetalia fanbook when Kino finally brings it into stock&lt;br /&gt;-Go out with Mel before she leaves for holiday&lt;br /&gt;-Go out with new friends&lt;br /&gt;-Start to forget enough Japanese to make self look stupider for the placement test and not spill out the freaking jargon. At least they tell us now that a false declaration is liable to harsh punishment, yeesh.&lt;br /&gt;-Help Mentos' wedding decorations&lt;br /&gt;-Visit grandfather&lt;br /&gt;-Clean desk (and dump the sem 1 stuff XDDD jk)&lt;br /&gt;-Go shopping (can be combined with going out with friends) for clothes, books and the like.&lt;br /&gt;-Pray about a larger contribution to the youths in YM (follow-up leader, YML, etc)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now still have BS102 HNNNNNGGGGG. Cheers for past year papers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7741771-1648274404789669381?l=crystaliterose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crystaliterose.blogspot.com/feeds/1648274404789669381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7741771&amp;postID=1648274404789669381' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741771/posts/default/1648274404789669381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741771/posts/default/1648274404789669381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crystaliterose.blogspot.com/2009/11/since-i-only-have-one-paper-left-and.html' title=''/><author><name>the forgotten artist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02053736325279272999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dDzh1MiFVtM/SSViC_QCUSI/AAAAAAAAADY/TsQW2ZrQkn8/S220/ban_retsuya2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7741771.post-6113942894270029164</id><published>2009-11-20T16:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-20T16:33:45.361+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Got brains burnt out by econs, and now is stuffing it with biomolecules. URGH WHEN WILL IT END.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spotted something really amusing on the news.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Russia and Ukraine reach gas deal"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I totally laughed off my seat. Just a week before, Hetalia had come up with the Russia strips and poor Ukraine couldn't pay gas, and now the real life stuff is looming over us. Oh the relevance of wonderful Hetalia and current affairs, even the picture of Putin and Ukrainian PM was replaced in my head by Ivan and his sister. LOOLZ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The more Hetalia and the world mix, the more the world will be seen in a better light. In cartoon personification.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7741771-6113942894270029164?l=crystaliterose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crystaliterose.blogspot.com/feeds/6113942894270029164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7741771&amp;postID=6113942894270029164' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741771/posts/default/6113942894270029164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741771/posts/default/6113942894270029164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crystaliterose.blogspot.com/2009/11/got-brains-burnt-out-by-econs-and-now.html' title=''/><author><name>the forgotten artist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02053736325279272999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dDzh1MiFVtM/SSViC_QCUSI/AAAAAAAAADY/TsQW2ZrQkn8/S220/ban_retsuya2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7741771.post-5847565297405530422</id><published>2009-10-31T13:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-31T13:50:21.213+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>back to the fumehood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've never failed so hard in an experiment before, maybe its because of the cocktail of smells wafting throughout the lab that dulled my senses, or the fact that we didn't read properly to use DRY test tubes to put our solutions in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By right, esters are supposed to smell sweet. What we got was nail polish, then bubblegum, rubber, rubber, mutant orange....or at least that's what the TA says. Our report is screwed. We ended up faking smells according to what other ppl got or what the TA got, so we just threw up our stuff and went home. Fun though, but I ended up smelling nothing but rubber in my brain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ORGANIC CHEM PRACS ARE SO FUN SO FUN SO FUN. So much better than doing SPARTAN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Progressing mission to invade Japanese level 4 next sem. I'm going to take the lady's (who said I was bleeping overqualified) advice and try again for the next sem. And I am gonna screw it up so bad (at least answering in simple terms and not use bombastic verbs and sentence structures like I did the last time), so that I can sneak inside. Bwaha. If they still catch me and throw me out, fine by me, I'll find a backup UE to study.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So much to do, so little time. When time is god-given, it is up to us to make it last.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7741771-5847565297405530422?l=crystaliterose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crystaliterose.blogspot.com/feeds/5847565297405530422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7741771&amp;postID=5847565297405530422' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741771/posts/default/5847565297405530422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741771/posts/default/5847565297405530422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crystaliterose.blogspot.com/2009/10/back-to-fumehood.html' title=''/><author><name>the forgotten artist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02053736325279272999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dDzh1MiFVtM/SSViC_QCUSI/AAAAAAAAADY/TsQW2ZrQkn8/S220/ban_retsuya2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7741771.post-5110376077541732259</id><published>2009-10-24T11:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-24T11:22:32.964+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>After having birthday, it's back to the world of last min mugging and furiously typing out reports while fellow APH fans get to enjoy themselves(approximately NOW) in the sun discussing fandom and cosplaying and the APH fans in SBS(or at least those whom I know) are grounded at home studying. Where is the justice??????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Under the same sky, having the same passions, yet so far away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried to blast APH music from my com, but the sounds of marukaitechikyuu killed my concentration. If there would ever still be a Hetalia day next year, I'm going to make sure I have NO tests, finished all tutorials and reports, and fly to wherever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crap those ppl happily enjoying themselves at East Coast Park...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooh never mind I got KINO VOUCHERS so I can spend it on WorldWideWalking guidebook.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7741771-5110376077541732259?l=crystaliterose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crystaliterose.blogspot.com/feeds/5110376077541732259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7741771&amp;postID=5110376077541732259' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741771/posts/default/5110376077541732259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741771/posts/default/5110376077541732259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crystaliterose.blogspot.com/2009/10/after-having-birthday-its-back-to-world.html' title=''/><author><name>the forgotten artist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02053736325279272999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dDzh1MiFVtM/SSViC_QCUSI/AAAAAAAAADY/TsQW2ZrQkn8/S220/ban_retsuya2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7741771.post-7080294882760007712</id><published>2009-10-09T21:00:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-10T15:49:06.160+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>These few weeks are totally crap. I'm going to die from the lack of brains.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have 4 stupid practical reports, and 2 to be handed up on 23rd October(MY BDAY). Furthermore, my mum and dad are going out so I am going to be alone unless my friends treat me to something buhhhhhhhhh, I must demand some nice food and presents to compensate for the effort that I'm going to spend finishing up my practical reports. Plus the 3 tests that'll be coming up. URGH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tis cruel, this poor suffering world. I still have to memorise 20 lousy amino acids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a reason why I love wet labs. You can camwhore and actually do SOMETHING within these 3 hours. Today our mission was to extract caffeine from tea(tieguanyin tea, to be specific. Lovely tea). Since we had missing ppl in our group, I paired up with Pei Shan, Aysha, Evelyn and another girl. Five's a huge group, but heck care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We trooped off to the fume cupboards, where a bunch of glass stuff were. Taking our tea leaves and other various chemicals, we began to boil tea. Actually it wasn't much tea, but more like this black goey "tar" like stuff rising up from our flask when it boiled. After boiling, we smelt it, and it smelled like overboiled tea that was strong stuff. Next was filtering our tea. We had this huge blob of fluffy cotton wool to trap debris, then our teaching assistant took one look at our ball of wool, and said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;em&gt;This is too much...actually you all only need this much."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ended up with a cotton blob the size of the nail on a little finger. I can't imagine how hard we laughed when we saw the size. The smiles soon faded when we had to filter that black mess of tar. It wouldn't go down properly, and what was left was really concentrated thick tea stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our separating funnel came into use when we threw our filtrate inside, along with dichloromethane, and it nicely separated into two layers. I shook it as per told, and the stopper cover on the separating funnel shot out like a cork on a wine bottle, due to the pressure. Then we were given the task of taking out the dichloromethane. We didn't do it properly, so there were these little black blobs floating on the surface. Pei Shan had the job of sucking them out with the dropper, tried to collate them to become one with Russia(lol at giving the blobs a name) and excising them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that we added more chemical to get a clear substance, then putting it in this cool machine called a rotary evaporator, and the clear stuff disappeared in a few min. What was left was this white powdery stuff with a smell like tea. That was our precious caffeine, legalised drug taken by students.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think PeiShan was really intrigued by the caffeine cos she kept sniffing it and becoming high on it. I almost became high myself, believe me. We scrapped out the white stuff and melted it, and recorded the melting point. End of experiment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First coke, now caffeine. I'm not going to touch tea for a while. Our group is like the most hazardous, with Aysha breaking a pasteur pipette and then Evelyn breaking another one, and our table is always filled with Kleenwipes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need better stuff for my birthday, needs something to reward me for finishing all them practicals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh here are some funny quotes taken from stickers on the lab doors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Lysed to kill"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Nice genes"(this funny one popped out after I told PS the joke on genes.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"If you are not part of the solution, you are part of the precipitate"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wonderful way to brighten up a dreary lab.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7741771-7080294882760007712?l=crystaliterose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crystaliterose.blogspot.com/feeds/7080294882760007712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7741771&amp;postID=7080294882760007712' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741771/posts/default/7080294882760007712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741771/posts/default/7080294882760007712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crystaliterose.blogspot.com/2009/10/these-few-weeks-are-totally-crap.html' title=''/><author><name>the forgotten artist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02053736325279272999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dDzh1MiFVtM/SSViC_QCUSI/AAAAAAAAADY/TsQW2ZrQkn8/S220/ban_retsuya2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7741771.post-9052435362793043297</id><published>2009-10-07T19:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T19:57:44.590+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Guess what.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 24px;"&gt;HATSUNE MIKU AND K-ON IS COMING TO AFA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 24px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The best thing is...I HAVE STUPID EXAMS TO STUDY FOR. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Right so I can't go to AFA, and I can't go to EOY, cos I'll be in Aussie. I wanted to go to EOY mannnnnnnnn so I can do my Yao cosplay....but I think now that'll have to wait for SOY. The Yao/China costume seems to be the cheapest cosplay ever as I can easily get my clothes from the house(pants my own, shirt from brother, shoes stolen from CDS, wok and ladle can beg mother, Hello kitty toys my own, PANDA PLUSHIE IS NEEDED). I have lack of money too I have only XX dollars in my kitty when I went to top up card. Like that arh, I'm going to get a job during the June vacation. I don't even have enough money to freaking drive lah......I need a source of income man. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Right now, I have a lot of reports to do.....why can't I do some 4koma on SBS like I did in SA????? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've also been planning more about the Quest for the Truth series, my mind has expanded it to a very nice storyline but I can't draw some parts for nuts. Maybe in the future that would happen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7741771-9052435362793043297?l=crystaliterose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crystaliterose.blogspot.com/feeds/9052435362793043297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7741771&amp;postID=9052435362793043297' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741771/posts/default/9052435362793043297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741771/posts/default/9052435362793043297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crystaliterose.blogspot.com/2009/10/guess-what.html' title=''/><author><name>the forgotten artist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02053736325279272999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dDzh1MiFVtM/SSViC_QCUSI/AAAAAAAAADY/TsQW2ZrQkn8/S220/ban_retsuya2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7741771.post-7509841249168014648</id><published>2009-10-05T21:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-05T21:23:36.969+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I have just given up looking at the computer practical that was given today. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This whole month is totally brilliance. With 1 assignment due, 2 practicals to finish, 2 tests to study for, a whole load of work to go through without cramming, and more tutorials. I really can't get any more of this...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My mind has also gone bonkers by watching Hetalia non stop, listening to Vocaloid and *phffft* returning to my rocketshipping ways. Certainly, what brains do I have left?????&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7741771-7509841249168014648?l=crystaliterose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crystaliterose.blogspot.com/feeds/7509841249168014648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7741771&amp;postID=7509841249168014648' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741771/posts/default/7509841249168014648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741771/posts/default/7509841249168014648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crystaliterose.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-have-just-given-up-looking-at.html' title=''/><author><name>the forgotten artist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02053736325279272999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dDzh1MiFVtM/SSViC_QCUSI/AAAAAAAAADY/TsQW2ZrQkn8/S220/ban_retsuya2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7741771.post-5122631592435918819</id><published>2009-09-25T22:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-25T23:15:23.180+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I think I have gone crazy by listening to Vocaloid songs, started singing all the Maru Kaite Chikyuus for Hetalia so far, and is practicing bleddy scales everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since its holiday, and I have been on a lot of hiatus, I shall write about my 7 weeks in this crazy place called UNI.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In these few weeks, I made more friends than I have made in my pri, sec and jc combined, which is a very good feat for me. Also, we are the big mugger group on tuesdays, 5 hrs put into studying (or lack thereof). We learnt that the textbook is your biggest best friend esp when it comes to things like BS104, and studying biology included studying QUANTUM THEORY and THERMODYNAMICS. Oh, and this complicated little thing called PyMol which is nifty, but a very irritating gadget, esp being taught by a china prof. As for my other subjects, econs is common sense made difficult, but then again common sense sometimes doesn't apply to me. HL815 is crazy at times laughing at the movies, but the analysis, philosophical thinking about theatre realism and writing essays, are basically, VOMIT BLOOD. Why can't I get Japanese why why why why???????? All I need is a JLPT cert. URGHHHHHHH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, but I'm looking forward to a time of learning about little organisms and genes and whatsoever, hopefully can go into research in some place. My dad wants me to get a scholarship to go to Japan to do research, of course its appealing, but I need to work really hard.....I want to make it.....or else I'll be ending up teaching or some other office job, or even just drawing to save my life(actually I won't mind setting up commissions and selling artwork, maybe even doing my own christian comics). Sigh...such is the life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time I'm infatuated with Russia and China marukaitechikyuu....russia's one sounds cute, yet with the yandere undertones it sounds scary...China's one was full of colour, and I can actually understand certain parts of it, but one question, when does China have good fried rice???? I expected mantou or lamien or something. Why chaofan????!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not dead ok.....I'll be on sometime.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7741771-5122631592435918819?l=crystaliterose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crystaliterose.blogspot.com/feeds/5122631592435918819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7741771&amp;postID=5122631592435918819' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741771/posts/default/5122631592435918819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741771/posts/default/5122631592435918819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crystaliterose.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-think-i-have-gone-crazy-by-listening.html' title=''/><author><name>the forgotten artist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02053736325279272999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dDzh1MiFVtM/SSViC_QCUSI/AAAAAAAAADY/TsQW2ZrQkn8/S220/ban_retsuya2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7741771.post-991865450364177080</id><published>2009-08-05T16:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-05T17:02:01.708+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I need to rant. Hence the usefulness of this blog has been put to the test, cos I don't care if anybody reads it anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, so I went for the placement test, so far so good, I crapped out an essay and breezed through the rest, though I think I have some mistakes here and there. So now I had to await my email.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now before that the coordinator called me up asking me about the proof I have given them. Apparently my learning hours of Japanese is more than the 60 hrs I put(that was from my stint at Ikoma), cos its not counting the tons of free time I had from self learning since I turned 12. So now they come and tell me I AM TOO GOOD FOR THEIR CLASS SO I CAN'T ENTER COS IT'LL DISRUPT THE SYSTEM OF THE CLASS. The only class I'm supposedly eligible for is JLPT 3/O level Japanese ppl, the higher 6 class. I am supposed to get a cert in JLPT 3, chuck it with the uni and take another damn placement test. I went round almost arguing with the lady that I had no to little conversational skills but then I asked about the syllabus for level 4. Looks like they are damn slow, since the stuff they will be learning are those which I have properly done 4 years ago, which makes Level 4 equivalent to Basic 2. I have been learning more on my own from Basic 2(thanks to now defunct Goro language), so now I'm too good for their shoes. They can't have me in this class cos it would disrupt participation. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What an irony, I couldn't get into Japanese in sec school cos I was not good enough(in PSLE,or maybe that's cos of competition), now I can't get in cos I'm too good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now in order for me to study in Japanese level 6, I need a JLPT cert. Exam is in December, preparatory classes start in October, it's only 5 lessons and 2 mock papers but its still $190 bucks. Can't do it in school cos in total they only study 144 hours. In school it's FREE. WHYYYYYYYY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This means I have to find a new elective this sem. I don't know whether to feel proud of myself, it's really mixed feelings cos I am happy that I know my level in Jap is good, but now I'm too good to learn in school. Maybe my only way of communicating and getting to know more about the culture is to go into the Cultural club, participate in exchange programmes and the whatnot. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God, thank you for the talent you have given me?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7741771-991865450364177080?l=crystaliterose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crystaliterose.blogspot.com/feeds/991865450364177080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7741771&amp;postID=991865450364177080' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741771/posts/default/991865450364177080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741771/posts/default/991865450364177080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crystaliterose.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-need-to-rant.html' title=''/><author><name>the forgotten artist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02053736325279272999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dDzh1MiFVtM/SSViC_QCUSI/AAAAAAAAADY/TsQW2ZrQkn8/S220/ban_retsuya2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7741771.post-7008286085927771572</id><published>2009-08-03T14:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T14:54:54.062+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Went to NTU to settle some admin. Really tiring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, Mum dropped me at Student Affairs to pick up my bus card. ERRRGGHHH My photo is so damn unglam man, I kept tilting my head. Hahahahahaha it's gonna be on there for a few years though. Next my mum parked me at Block N2, went on a wild goose chase looking for the MLE office, asked many passer-bys, and eventually went to a ulu office. No one was in so my mum called the office. DAMMIT THEY HAD MOVED HOUSE AND THE WEBSITE NEVER SAID ANYTHING. So we had lunch first, then drove to HSS to drop off my form, my test will be done on Wednesday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THIS MEANS I HAVE 1 AND HALF DAYS TO STUDY FOR THE DAMN TEST. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't touched some of my things, so I need to start going through. I've never studied Japanese very much seriously, but I have the aptitude to do so. Ganbare!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 hours of test. Hope it doesn't involve any listening test. My particles are shameful, but I can make it through fill-in-blanks with helping words and multiple choice comprehensions.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7741771-7008286085927771572?l=crystaliterose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crystaliterose.blogspot.com/feeds/7008286085927771572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7741771&amp;postID=7008286085927771572' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741771/posts/default/7008286085927771572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741771/posts/default/7008286085927771572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crystaliterose.blogspot.com/2009/08/went-to-ntu-to-settle-some-admin.html' title=''/><author><name>the forgotten artist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02053736325279272999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dDzh1MiFVtM/SSViC_QCUSI/AAAAAAAAADY/TsQW2ZrQkn8/S220/ban_retsuya2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7741771.post-2169043554935009591</id><published>2009-07-26T17:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T17:43:47.440+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yah I know I haven't posted here for very long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PONYO ROCKS PONYO ROCKS PONYO ROCKS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BS camp is really wonderful, didn't see much familiar faces, but made a whole lot more new friends. Warning: Watch out for camps that are sponsored by SDU!!!!! It's a conspiracy!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too much to say to be written here, but we had lots of fun, and I definitely will be able to integrate into school and learn together with my friends. Thank you seniors and fellow Ponyo mates for making this possible!!!!! Thanks to that my mailbox flooded cos of all the tagging of photos, but I have since changed settings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Received America and France Marukaite Chikyuu!!!!! America's sounds rappy and disorganised, but France's one sounds very romantic and with the accordion and all. Waiting for Russia and China. More to come: Chibitalia and HRE (KYUUUUU this must be damn cute), Swiss and Lichtenstein(PAKU ROMI WONDERFUL VOICE. I did my research, and Swiss and Lich are Ed and Al from FMA respectively!), Poland and Liet(these two are SO together), Austria and Prussia( ahhhhhh Prussia!!!!!! To bad he don't exist anymore). I really wish they can put Korea on a drama cd or something cos he really deserves something!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think Austria's version will be full of damn piano/harpsichord. I have no idea how Polish, Liet, Swiss and Prussian music sound like. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ENGLAND CD COMING OUT NEXT WEEK. CANNOT WAIT. PUB &amp; GO!!!!! *dreams of a drunken Sasuke* What, can't one dream? I must dream something besides forfeits.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7741771-2169043554935009591?l=crystaliterose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crystaliterose.blogspot.com/feeds/2169043554935009591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7741771&amp;postID=2169043554935009591' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741771/posts/default/2169043554935009591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741771/posts/default/2169043554935009591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crystaliterose.blogspot.com/2009/07/yah-i-know-i-havent-posted-here-for.html' title=''/><author><name>the forgotten artist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02053736325279272999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dDzh1MiFVtM/SSViC_QCUSI/AAAAAAAAADY/TsQW2ZrQkn8/S220/ban_retsuya2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7741771.post-4375701497636724037</id><published>2009-07-11T10:52:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-11T11:12:52.766+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I CAN'T GO COSFEST FOR THE Nth YEAR RUNNING.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And this year is impt cos they are selling Hetalia merchandise at Cosfest. The Hetalia fans(good for this stupid weather) and chocolate(for keeping sugar levels up). ARRRRGHHHH Manda please keep them for the next con for me to go, like the next AFA or something so I can steal those fans....then again, better pray I would be in Singapore at that time orz. ESSSMMMEEEE you live so damn close to the place why can't you go????????*and steal the merchandise for me*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, I have bigger priorities. And since the place is so darn far, my friends all can't go, my service starts at 5 and I have first piano prac on that day, cosfest has to be given up again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why can't Cosfest move to a closer place than for ppl who have to travel to the ends of Singapore to find it. Might as well put it in somewhere central, like SUNTEC. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh, and DGM will be returning in August YOWZAHH!!!!! Bad news is that it's gonna be on Akamaru Jump, which I know it's a place where all those pilot pieces go before they are fully hatched onto WSJ. AND it's a seasonal manga which is thrown in on holidays. Which means DGM will be damn irregular OH NOEZZZZZZ. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hopefully it'll go past Akamaru jump and make it to something like Jump Square. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wanna go to cosfest NOW&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh yeah, I read something in the newspaper about the best and worst tourists.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Best 5: Japanese, British(phffft), Canadians*the invisible*, Germans, Swiss&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Worst 5: French("HA! In your face Francis!!"-Arthur), Spanish, Greek, Turkish, South African&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Something like this deserves a Hetalia Strip. Even though I promised not to associate world news with Hetalia....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7741771-4375701497636724037?l=crystaliterose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crystaliterose.blogspot.com/feeds/4375701497636724037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7741771&amp;postID=4375701497636724037' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741771/posts/default/4375701497636724037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741771/posts/default/4375701497636724037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crystaliterose.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-cant-go-cosfest-for-nth-year-running.html' title=''/><author><name>the forgotten artist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02053736325279272999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dDzh1MiFVtM/SSViC_QCUSI/AAAAAAAAADY/TsQW2ZrQkn8/S220/ban_retsuya2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7741771.post-7284273866856847126</id><published>2009-07-08T19:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T19:52:05.657+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Realised I haven't posted here for very long.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I got my Pandora Hearts OST first thing in the morning. IT'S THE BEST THING KAJIURA EVER CREATED OUT OF ALL HER MUSIC. Besides Tsubasa Chronicle. I think Bloody Rabbit, Preparation, Contractor, Will and Alone are the best songs. Things like Garden, Tea Saloon and Skip are pretty, light and happy. Turn and Pandora Hearts are quite short, but nice. I realised Kajiura likes to reuse her songs and then do some sort of remix to give it a different feel. It's just mysterious and bewitching. Best Japanese composer of her age. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I also finally got my hands of Storia!!!!! After looking through locked forums, tons of fakes on l*mew*r*, and going through mediafire only to find that they are .rar files, which I don't have the program to compress, I finally found a zip folder that I could get the songs. LIRICA IS AMAZING. I can't describe it man....at least I can sing it though.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Had Mel over for a visit, since she has never come over to my humble home. We had some drinks over reminiscing primary school days. We will be going to IJ OLQP (what a lousy name now) with more primary school classmates to take a look at what our school has been turned into. I suppose I will be seeing my students there too (Jasmine, Nicole and Vivian). Blehhhhh I don't want to see Mrs Ang again man....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*listens to all Kajiura music*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7741771-7284273866856847126?l=crystaliterose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crystaliterose.blogspot.com/feeds/7284273866856847126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7741771&amp;postID=7284273866856847126' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741771/posts/default/7284273866856847126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741771/posts/default/7284273866856847126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crystaliterose.blogspot.com/2009/07/realised-i-havent-posted-here-for-very.html' title=''/><author><name>the forgotten artist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02053736325279272999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dDzh1MiFVtM/SSViC_QCUSI/AAAAAAAAADY/TsQW2ZrQkn8/S220/ban_retsuya2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7741771.post-8560951080556860848</id><published>2009-06-26T16:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T16:06:37.565+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Went for Medical checkup today. I forgot my Matric number. So I tried to remember roughly how it looked like, I only remember the front and the last 4 numbers. I just realised I missed out 1 digit. Damn. I hope nothing happens. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Also forgot to give the GIRO form. What is wrong with me???????&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7741771-8560951080556860848?l=crystaliterose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crystaliterose.blogspot.com/feeds/8560951080556860848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7741771&amp;postID=8560951080556860848' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741771/posts/default/8560951080556860848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741771/posts/default/8560951080556860848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crystaliterose.blogspot.com/2009/06/went-for-medical-checkup-today.html' title=''/><author><name>the forgotten artist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02053736325279272999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dDzh1MiFVtM/SSViC_QCUSI/AAAAAAAAADY/TsQW2ZrQkn8/S220/ban_retsuya2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7741771.post-6256593198580848413</id><published>2009-06-23T13:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T13:13:16.260+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>God is ever gracious and He provides.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The night before yesterday I was pleading to God to make my decisions for Uni easier, since if the appeal came positive I'll probably be ranting to everyone how damn difficult it is for me to decide between 2 universities with equal perks, only that one is nearer to my house than the other. Looks like God decided for me when that miserable small envelope once again made its way into my mailbox. So, ok, I'll be going to NTU. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Frankly I'm not as disappointed than when I got my first rejection letter. I wanted to get the stuff for NTU done, and I'm not that much of a reject-a-good-course person. God knows my thoughts and what would be best for me to display His glory, and He knew that NTU is the best place for me. Wah so far at least 5 people, including me, from my church are going to NTU this year. Looks like from there I will be able to work hard with not too much competition from loads of A plus plus students, work hard to get direct honours, and hopefully be able to study more fervently about diseases and immunity. Then maybe can carry on to do Ph.D and work in a research centre or teach, since the NIE is right behind my school. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'd better find some time to read through my bio notes before school starts. I've now entered a band, studying and practicing like crap for piano, in process of a defunct teaching job (will call school when it reopens, so i hope that lousy virus doesn't close it), about to complete my sewing project, and also on the way to study biomedical sciences and free Japanese. WOOT.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh, and did I say I lurve England??? It's impossible for me to read the newspapers and not imagining it in Hetalia style. Hetalia revolutionizes politics and history, even if I hate studying history. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7741771-6256593198580848413?l=crystaliterose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crystaliterose.blogspot.com/feeds/6256593198580848413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7741771&amp;postID=6256593198580848413' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741771/posts/default/6256593198580848413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741771/posts/default/6256593198580848413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crystaliterose.blogspot.com/2009/06/god-is-ever-gracious-and-he-provides.html' title=''/><author><name>the forgotten artist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02053736325279272999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dDzh1MiFVtM/SSViC_QCUSI/AAAAAAAAADY/TsQW2ZrQkn8/S220/ban_retsuya2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7741771.post-6328056542022220959</id><published>2009-06-17T16:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T16:57:53.778+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Went to collect A level cert. They put it in a nice nice folder book. Like it will last, it's only a speck in your earthly achievements. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then went to Wisma to buy shoes. Came out with 3 pairs from pretty feet, then mum bought a bag. Hopefully my dad doesn't see this. Had Swedish meatballs for lunch, yum yum. Lots of international fare at the downstairs floor. Even saw Swiss sausage stall (WURST) next door. I have to stop linking food, country history and diplomatic relations to Hetalia, it's getting too addictive. AND they are making a second season, dear lord, it's that popular. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I would really love Fairy Tail to get animated, it'll be a dream come true. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Going to JB in two days. Man. Hopefully I'll be able to learn more about drawing near to His presence. Sadly not much free time (Dad won't be able to go golf and no D24 party yay!!!). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's so hot out here. I feel like going for a swim, but don't want to swim alone. I'll just take a nice cold shower. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7741771-6328056542022220959?l=crystaliterose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crystaliterose.blogspot.com/feeds/6328056542022220959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7741771&amp;postID=6328056542022220959' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741771/posts/default/6328056542022220959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741771/posts/default/6328056542022220959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crystaliterose.blogspot.com/2009/06/went-to-collect-level-cert.html' title=''/><author><name>the forgotten artist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02053736325279272999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dDzh1MiFVtM/SSViC_QCUSI/AAAAAAAAADY/TsQW2ZrQkn8/S220/ban_retsuya2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7741771.post-3091801427532926327</id><published>2009-06-12T21:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T22:10:09.507+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I should have more days out with girl friends, it's gonna become even lesser days with one going aussie, one busy in sch, one disappeared, only maybe have church friends, and others are "close but not so close to go out together". Damn I need more socialising skills to survive in uni.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Went out with Mel, had pastamania, then while waiting for movie to start I picked up my gorgeous hetalia storyboard book, watched movie, went round to do window shopping at Wisma and Far East(shopping!! I really should practice. For the first time in my life shopping I feel like a girl lollololol). Found new eyeliner, restrained from buying more eyeshadow(I feel like a makeup whore), found nice shoes, but needs mum to see, found even nicer baby doll dresses in Far east, but still need mum to look(I NEED A BETTER JUDGEMENT ON CLOTHES).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I need a new wardrobe of clothes. Clothes either too shabby or inappropriate for wearing to uni. I don't wanna wear jeans all the time to lecture, so boring. I think I have an eye for good fashion, but am too lazy to wear it cos it doesn't look good on me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Got NTU's handbook. Apparently they want me to settle the whole online declaration and photo ALL BY NEXT WEEK. That is all before the stupid appeal gets in. Not that I want to go to NUS any badly now, but with all this protocol having to be done, and if I choose to go to NUS I have to do all sorts of things to ntu, and then do the same things over again in NUS, then I'd rather stay in NTU. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7741771-3091801427532926327?l=crystaliterose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crystaliterose.blogspot.com/feeds/3091801427532926327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7741771&amp;postID=3091801427532926327' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741771/posts/default/3091801427532926327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741771/posts/default/3091801427532926327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crystaliterose.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-should-have-more-days-out-with-girl.html' title=''/><author><name>the forgotten artist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02053736325279272999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dDzh1MiFVtM/SSViC_QCUSI/AAAAAAAAADY/TsQW2ZrQkn8/S220/ban_retsuya2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7741771.post-5220233189473903250</id><published>2009-06-04T20:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T20:50:30.721+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am back with a cold coming on. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Two days of staying with kids is a nightmare, have to control the noise pollution, settle petty and often strange disputes, bathing those who can't do it themselves, babysit them at the playground, brainstorming games for them, sleeping in the girls' room on the 1st night and having my pillow stolen and waking up like 7 times....so all that has made me catch this stupid sore throat. By tomorrow I should have runny/blocked nose. And I still have MMT retreat. Urgh. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7741771-5220233189473903250?l=crystaliterose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crystaliterose.blogspot.com/feeds/5220233189473903250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7741771&amp;postID=5220233189473903250' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741771/posts/default/5220233189473903250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741771/posts/default/5220233189473903250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crystaliterose.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-am-back-with-cold-coming-on.html' title=''/><author><name>the forgotten artist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02053736325279272999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dDzh1MiFVtM/SSViC_QCUSI/AAAAAAAAADY/TsQW2ZrQkn8/S220/ban_retsuya2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7741771.post-8015914909888636659</id><published>2009-05-22T10:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T10:40:36.223+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I know that my posts are very depressing now, because my offer seems like the very last one to arrive, my parents think I am going to be rejected or if not have trouble in getting into the course I want. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It had better arrive fast enough, I am getting very impatient already. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7741771-8015914909888636659?l=crystaliterose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crystaliterose.blogspot.com/feeds/8015914909888636659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7741771&amp;postID=8015914909888636659' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741771/posts/default/8015914909888636659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741771/posts/default/8015914909888636659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crystaliterose.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-know-that-my-posts-are-very.html' title=''/><author><name>the forgotten artist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02053736325279272999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dDzh1MiFVtM/SSViC_QCUSI/AAAAAAAAADY/TsQW2ZrQkn8/S220/ban_retsuya2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7741771.post-3038219562385782083</id><published>2009-05-21T09:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T10:02:09.061+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The offer is still not coming in, the school still hasn't called me, and everything looks bleak. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Totally nothing is going well for me, and I hope I'm not the only one going through such a dilemma. I seriously need that offer....NUS is a bloody slow thing to wait for.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7741771-3038219562385782083?l=crystaliterose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crystaliterose.blogspot.com/feeds/3038219562385782083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7741771&amp;postID=3038219562385782083' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741771/posts/default/3038219562385782083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741771/posts/default/3038219562385782083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crystaliterose.blogspot.com/2009/05/offer-is-still-not-coming-in-school.html' title=''/><author><name>the forgotten artist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02053736325279272999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dDzh1MiFVtM/SSViC_QCUSI/AAAAAAAAADY/TsQW2ZrQkn8/S220/ban_retsuya2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7741771.post-5564416823209991912</id><published>2009-05-16T22:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T22:30:41.367+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The duck is still not finished, after one week working at it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had sermon on filial piety. Really made me understand what it meant to honor and obey your parents in the Lord, and how to show them love, whether the parents are christian or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I managed to get JN's manuscript for her first book, so I'm redesigning stuff for the story by digging out my old designs. I will use the story to:&lt;br /&gt;-revamp the designs for the Blue Oracle uniform(done)&lt;br /&gt;-revamp designs for all other characters&lt;br /&gt;-research on gothic buildings, infrastructure and European landscapes for background sketches&lt;br /&gt;-study animal movements(leopard, fox, horse, squirrel)&lt;br /&gt;-character movements and pose sketches&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This may not be as useful now, but if I want to do a comic adaptation or illustration pictures of the story, it might come in handy in the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watching Hetalia made me understand about America's fight for independence in a more sympathetic light. I don't know, it's what Hetalia does!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7741771-5564416823209991912?l=crystaliterose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crystaliterose.blogspot.com/feeds/5564416823209991912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7741771&amp;postID=5564416823209991912' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741771/posts/default/5564416823209991912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741771/posts/default/5564416823209991912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crystaliterose.blogspot.com/2009/05/duck-is-still-not-finished-after-one.html' title=''/><author><name>the forgotten artist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02053736325279272999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dDzh1MiFVtM/SSViC_QCUSI/AAAAAAAAADY/TsQW2ZrQkn8/S220/ban_retsuya2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7741771.post-1337928115444421970</id><published>2009-05-14T19:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T19:56:05.661+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Finished the head and body of duck, now needs to finish the wings and tail. And there are 3 ducks to go. Of course I don't want it to end too quickly, but it's frustrating taking 1 week to finish one miserable duck. Sewing is quite addictive, I find.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gahhhh so many people got their NUS offers already and mine is still processing. Taking so freaking long......I'm going mad just waiting. First I was like waiting for the dumb paycheck to come in, and the application is taking so long, I hope it doesn't come in the last week of May or else I have only a few days to decide which uni to go to, and which course to go to also because the Food science thing needs a application letter, and I dunno how on earth to choose life sciences. Hmm wait. For food science you put in the application before 17th July, a few days later you check if you got in. If not then you need to bid for module, and I have absolutely no clue about how the whole bidding system works. Gahhhhh decisions decisions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told myself if I got science I will choose between FST and Life science. If I got FAS I'll choose between psychology and Japanese studies. Of course I need to study my Japanese. I feel I'm not very cut out for nursing myself, so it doesn't matter whether I get it or not. Some friends I know do Animal behavior in Life science, and it's quite interesting, some ppl doing Ph.D and research. Quite cool. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm trying to redesign some characters I drew donkey years ago for JN's series, but then I don't have the preliminary manuscript cos it got lost when my com crashed....so I have to redraw from memory. It would be great if I could become talented enough to draw for her book.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7741771-1337928115444421970?l=crystaliterose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crystaliterose.blogspot.com/feeds/1337928115444421970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7741771&amp;postID=1337928115444421970' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741771/posts/default/1337928115444421970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741771/posts/default/1337928115444421970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crystaliterose.blogspot.com/2009/05/finished-head-and-body-of-duck-now.html' title=''/><author><name>the forgotten artist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02053736325279272999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dDzh1MiFVtM/SSViC_QCUSI/AAAAAAAAADY/TsQW2ZrQkn8/S220/ban_retsuya2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7741771.post-7653210343198237215</id><published>2009-05-11T10:15:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T10:21:28.421+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yes, I'm sewing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got the first circle of the clock last night, doing the numbers later. I'm making a more detailed plan for the day if I have no classes on, or even if I do have classes, what I will be doing in the afternoon. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have confirmed to be doing&lt;br /&gt;-completing cross stitch&lt;br /&gt;-learning Japanese&lt;br /&gt;-piano practice&lt;br /&gt;-swimming(when weather becomes to hot to bear)&lt;br /&gt;-setting aside a time for God for bible study&lt;br /&gt;-thinking up a storyline for a manga&lt;br /&gt;-cutting time on computer&lt;br /&gt;-next week I'll be going for part time teaching at FSC&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I may just need it to be more planned out. In no particular order though I'll set out a fixed timing for bible study. Discipline myself spiritually and not be blocked by any obstacles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'll do baking when Roofie is free.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7741771-7653210343198237215?l=crystaliterose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crystaliterose.blogspot.com/feeds/7653210343198237215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7741771&amp;postID=7653210343198237215' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741771/posts/default/7653210343198237215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741771/posts/default/7653210343198237215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crystaliterose.blogspot.com/2009/05/yes-im-sewing.html' title=''/><author><name>the forgotten artist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02053736325279272999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dDzh1MiFVtM/SSViC_QCUSI/AAAAAAAAADY/TsQW2ZrQkn8/S220/ban_retsuya2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7741771.post-1168457872277844360</id><published>2009-05-08T21:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T22:23:06.863+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I went to the center to relief my mum from teaching. 5 kids but a whole lot of nonsense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My class had homework to do, so it was fine, just some kids coming to me and asking me how to spell some occupations(oh gosh how sad these kids are...I feel so fortunate to have that one whole list of occupations, phrasal verbs and english jargon bound in a set when I was P3...thank you so much Mrs Ong!!!!!). Then the whole fiasco started. One boy realised his money was missing and accused the girl on the next table that she took it. So before it got into one big ruckus I called in the head teacher. The boy wasn't falsely accusing anyone cos I had seen the $1 coin on the table. The head teacher went to scold the boy first for leaving money around. You know how?? He stacked up his money on the table just like that. Of course ppl will take larh. Then there was this big search for the coin, checking the floor, ransacking bags and pockets. The teacher finally decided to ask them to wait until Monday, where the technician will be around to operate the CCTV(I'm serious, CCTVs are very useful in crime fighting for classes.)  So, ok, the matter sort of stopped there. Then the investigation went further when another girl was called into the office, cos she said that she had touched the money. Found out nothing. Teacher got exasperated and did another bag search. Got to the first accused girl, took out a small eraser box, and the coin was there. Resulted in calling of parents and apology. We got the CCTV to work and I saw how she carried out her deed. Poor girl though, my mum said the girl's mother is fierce and will definitely give her caning. I think the victim should try getting a pouch. WALLET TOO EXPENSIVE. My goodness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things haven't changed since forever I suppose. I know because I was the victim. I've endured quite a lot: Lost books, lost toys, lost stationary, cut hair(someone chopped it off on the school bus), bullying partners...well I'm still alright, am I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another strange thing to report. There was this thing going around the class about "water babies." I was wondering what it was until I spotted the colourless and coloured jelly balls in a jar. I asked the head teacher what it was. Then I found out the "water babies" were actually crystalized absorbent jelly which is used as a substitute for soil when planting indoor plants. The jelly balls will retain water, which will provide the plant with what it needs. Really amusing to see them think of the jelly balls as living things(since the crystalized seeds grow when placed in water, its like those absorbent coloured sponges). I almost thought it was some sort of Marimo(a moss ball about the same size from hokkaido ponds that really grows) at first. I told the kids to put it to better use since the stuff won't grow any further no matter how much water you place in it, so I told them to grow green beans in it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kids these days...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7741771-1168457872277844360?l=crystaliterose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crystaliterose.blogspot.com/feeds/1168457872277844360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7741771&amp;postID=1168457872277844360' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741771/posts/default/1168457872277844360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741771/posts/default/1168457872277844360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crystaliterose.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-went-to-center-to-relief-my-mum-from.html' title=''/><author><name>the forgotten artist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02053736325279272999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dDzh1MiFVtM/SSViC_QCUSI/AAAAAAAAADY/TsQW2ZrQkn8/S220/ban_retsuya2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7741771.post-5400025890657813910</id><published>2009-05-07T17:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T17:35:34.795+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I can't believe I can be traumatized just by going shopping on my own. My hands are shaking, my mind is wondering whether I should have bought what I bought and stuff like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For goodness sake I already bought it, so I shouldn't be saying that I shouldn't have bought it!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just hate myself sometimes, really.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7741771-5400025890657813910?l=crystaliterose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crystaliterose.blogspot.com/feeds/5400025890657813910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7741771&amp;postID=5400025890657813910' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741771/posts/default/5400025890657813910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741771/posts/default/5400025890657813910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crystaliterose.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-cant-believe-i-can-be-traumatized.html' title=''/><author><name>the forgotten artist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02053736325279272999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dDzh1MiFVtM/SSViC_QCUSI/AAAAAAAAADY/TsQW2ZrQkn8/S220/ban_retsuya2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7741771.post-5464593911011526862</id><published>2009-05-04T11:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T11:25:45.295+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dDzh1MiFVtM/Sf5frPacc7I/AAAAAAAAAH8/PaFQfl7LISc/s1600-h/avatar-5.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 290px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dDzh1MiFVtM/Sf5frPacc7I/AAAAAAAAAH8/PaFQfl7LISc/s320/avatar-5.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331804205329707954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why don't they even bother to call me?????? I haven't been called for an entire week. I know it depends on how many teachers are absent, but at least call me on of these days instead of letting me rot at home....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And even if they do, they always call me on mondays. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need more stuff to do man.....besides playing with the elouai candybar dolls I discovered.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7741771-5464593911011526862?l=crystaliterose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crystaliterose.blogspot.com/feeds/5464593911011526862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7741771&amp;postID=5464593911011526862' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741771/posts/default/5464593911011526862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741771/posts/default/5464593911011526862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crystaliterose.blogspot.com/2009/05/why-dont-they-even-bother-to-call-me-i.html' title=''/><author><name>the forgotten artist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02053736325279272999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dDzh1MiFVtM/SSViC_QCUSI/AAAAAAAAADY/TsQW2ZrQkn8/S220/ban_retsuya2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dDzh1MiFVtM/Sf5frPacc7I/AAAAAAAAAH8/PaFQfl7LISc/s72-c/avatar-5.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7741771.post-2113200869175388227</id><published>2009-04-30T19:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T19:43:26.661+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The ink from my dip pen has splattered all over my desk, paper and hands. Ok, it's not a full blown ink disaster but I've got blotches of ink everywhere. I suppose manga artists have tons of tissues beside them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I FINALLY COMPLETED INKING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coloring is another problem altogether, but at least I can handle, and it's erasable. More about what I'm doing, the sermon I'm doing is on being a LIVING SACRIFICE to God. Sounds contradictory enough since sacrifices in ancient times mean killing a cow. After Jesus' death HE became the perfect priest and the perfect lamb for the sacrifice(amazing how God manages to link the two together though it is hard to understand). So we too, must present our bodies as living sacrifices, holy and pleasing to God. I first thought I could illustrate it by "presenting your life to God" and "shipping goods". I seriously don't know what I was thinking! I ended up drawing a "baggage of life", with every single nook and cranny of your entire being in it. Also, it can only go through ONE checkpoint, and that would be God alone. The "baggage" must also meet the terms of God and be stamped with an "ACCEPTED" sign. Cool huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looks like I'll just be revising a bit of Japanese today. I can't bleeding remember all there is. Oh, and I am a tad anxious for NUS applications. I know they take their own sweet time but now my parents are even wondering whether it would come through or not. Tsk. My parents are SO pessimistic.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7741771-2113200869175388227?l=crystaliterose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crystaliterose.blogspot.com/feeds/2113200869175388227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7741771&amp;postID=2113200869175388227' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741771/posts/default/2113200869175388227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741771/posts/default/2113200869175388227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crystaliterose.blogspot.com/2009/04/ink-from-my-dip-pen-has-splattered-all.html' title=''/><author><name>the forgotten artist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02053736325279272999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dDzh1MiFVtM/SSViC_QCUSI/AAAAAAAAADY/TsQW2ZrQkn8/S220/ban_retsuya2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7741771.post-3946788532931590436</id><published>2009-04-27T16:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T16:38:32.412+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>School again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to teach P6s this time round, so freaking noisy when they have nothing to do. They talked more than they were supposed to finish up their project. But then again, do each one of us really listen in a class? Today is first time me and mel working in school, so had lunch together and raved a bit about kids. We really should go out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Germany's rendition of the Hetalia Theme song totally made my day. Germany sounds so HAWT. WHY THE HECK AM I RAVING OVER COUNTRIES. Normal people are not supposed to do that, but Hetalia fans do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7741771-3946788532931590436?l=crystaliterose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crystaliterose.blogspot.com/feeds/3946788532931590436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7741771&amp;postID=3946788532931590436' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741771/posts/default/3946788532931590436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741771/posts/default/3946788532931590436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crystaliterose.blogspot.com/2009/04/school-again.html' title=''/><author><name>the forgotten artist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02053736325279272999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dDzh1MiFVtM/SSViC_QCUSI/AAAAAAAAADY/TsQW2ZrQkn8/S220/ban_retsuya2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7741771.post-2968646603764878022</id><published>2009-04-24T13:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T13:24:08.376+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>School hasn't called me for 3 days, but Mel tells me that its normal. If so irregular may need to find some other school to keep up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was watching Animal Planet today on Pet Powers, about pets(dogs especially) being able to attune themselves to the emotions of their owners. Having had my own fair share of witnessing dogs being somewhat telepathic, I could sort of understand how it works. Then I don't know why I JUST CRIED. Maybe it's because I remember that after my aunt passed away, her old Shih Tzu continued waiting at my grandma's door, probably waiting for her owner to come back or something, poor dog. My grandma's old maltese didn't really flinch when my grandma passed away last year, though it's become a bit mellower and grumpier. I regret saying the maltese looked like my grandma lol...but the dog is quite ancient now, but it's still jumpy as usual. Small dogs live for about 15 years and I think this one's lived about 12 or 13 years already. In human years it should be older than my grandfather. Ha, now the house is surrounded with lazy stray cats, unlike 10 years ago where there were 8 big dogs in the house. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Picking up Japanese again, I have to surround myself with reading up particles and verb tenses. So irritating. It's times like that I wish to take up a class to practice with someone. Probably have to wait till uni...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7741771-2968646603764878022?l=crystaliterose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crystaliterose.blogspot.com/feeds/2968646603764878022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7741771&amp;postID=2968646603764878022' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741771/posts/default/2968646603764878022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741771/posts/default/2968646603764878022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crystaliterose.blogspot.com/2009/04/school-hasnt-called-me-for-3-days-but.html' title=''/><author><name>the forgotten artist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02053736325279272999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dDzh1MiFVtM/SSViC_QCUSI/AAAAAAAAADY/TsQW2ZrQkn8/S220/ban_retsuya2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7741771.post-9136894015005554750</id><published>2009-04-21T15:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T15:49:15.910+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>First day at school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My first class was 1 SY, quite a cute class, I just gave them penmanship to do while I sat there starving(I had left my food in the car), or maybe just stirring to allow a few to go to the washroom. What I discovered was that each girl had their own whiteboard, and could draw on it whenever they wanted. The only problem was, the board would become dirty, which would end up in a whole crowd of girls at the sink spraying water everywhere. Then soap suds started coming out from the pipes, so i had to tell them not to use soap. One group let a whiteboard eraser come in contact with water, and still used it to wipe the board. Of course, the obvious happened. The white board turned purple and wet, so I gave them a mound of tissue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next was P3, which wasn't so bad given it was 30 min and they were doing a test. Then it was another P1 class to make them do their chinese magazine. And then back to 1 SY to take over art. So there was a huge tantrum later cos I had a special needs girl in my class, and she insisted on sitting together with her classmates to draw. Problem was, she was originally told to sit in front of the teacher and not with the others, so the classmates politely refused, then the girl started pinching and beating people, so I had to intervene and explain but none would give in, so I had to call in the teacher. P1s can really start a fight over everything, but unlike boys its more verbal and there's always a lot of crying, so I have to be counsellor as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I can get used to this job.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7741771-9136894015005554750?l=crystaliterose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crystaliterose.blogspot.com/feeds/9136894015005554750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7741771&amp;postID=9136894015005554750' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741771/posts/default/9136894015005554750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741771/posts/default/9136894015005554750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crystaliterose.blogspot.com/2009/04/first-day-at-school.html' title=''/><author><name>the forgotten artist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02053736325279272999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dDzh1MiFVtM/SSViC_QCUSI/AAAAAAAAADY/TsQW2ZrQkn8/S220/ban_retsuya2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7741771.post-5144578172223885161</id><published>2009-04-20T19:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T19:54:09.659+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>THEY FINALLY CALLED ME TODAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then, I had nursing interview, so I had to decline. DAMNNNNN!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nursing interview was a bit nervous, they said I was quite tense, I don't know what I said, but more round the lines of "I wanted to be in the healthcare industry so nursing seemed to be the better fit" and "I wish to have a job that benefits people through research and science." Then they asked me if I had a choice of science and nursing which would I choose. I stupidly and honestly said I want science. I totally forgot I was supposed to say it depends. My parents were pissed with me and said now my chance is gone cos I said I want science so they won't consider me anymore, but it really depends, cos I heard some ppl who blatantly said that they didn't really want but they got it anyway. I don't know, my head was really muddled up then. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, it's really something that I should be comfortable with, cos I'll ultimately be taking something as a job for as long as I can, and it's got to be something I'm interested in, but my dad is still making me do food science...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THEY MUST CALL ME TOMORROW AS WELL.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7741771-5144578172223885161?l=crystaliterose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crystaliterose.blogspot.com/feeds/5144578172223885161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7741771&amp;postID=5144578172223885161' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741771/posts/default/5144578172223885161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741771/posts/default/5144578172223885161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crystaliterose.blogspot.com/2009/04/they-finally-called-me-today.html' title=''/><author><name>the forgotten artist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02053736325279272999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dDzh1MiFVtM/SSViC_QCUSI/AAAAAAAAADY/TsQW2ZrQkn8/S220/ban_retsuya2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7741771.post-549338126633954870</id><published>2009-04-15T11:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T11:56:04.221+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>SCGS still hasn't called me and I'm getting bored and pissed off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, maybe not as bored because Pastor kelvin asked me to do powerpoint and the photos aren't in yet, plus I'm a n00b at powerpoint but at least it's something I can do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If SCGS doesn't call me within this week i'm going to ask Concord pri. Well 2 schools does make more difference, but I still do hope they call me. Perhaps with 3 other girls teaching there and I signed up the latest I may have been left for reserve BOOOOOO.  &lt;br /&gt;Pray that they call me or I'll just rot at home learning my japanese...but anyway I still have to go to the FSC to teach if I have time.&lt;br /&gt;PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE SC call me within this week!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7741771-549338126633954870?l=crystaliterose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crystaliterose.blogspot.com/feeds/549338126633954870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7741771&amp;postID=549338126633954870' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741771/posts/default/549338126633954870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741771/posts/default/549338126633954870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crystaliterose.blogspot.com/2009/04/scgs-still-hasnt-called-me-and-im.html' title=''/><author><name>the forgotten artist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02053736325279272999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dDzh1MiFVtM/SSViC_QCUSI/AAAAAAAAADY/TsQW2ZrQkn8/S220/ban_retsuya2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7741771.post-1291510025065543239</id><published>2009-04-14T16:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T16:07:39.483+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I just got the letter yesterday that I was to go for the nursing interview(ohhhh why did i allow my dad to put a 3rd choice?????) I think I'll just have to go for it, since it will be used as a backup. Just afraid that since I don't really want to go for nursing after all, I'll not do my best. Anyway I think my results can just make it into science at most, if not then go FAS. I'd really rather go to either of those 2 anyway, but since interview is just next week I have to make a decision. I think I am the first batch to go or something, since my letter states I am in Interview team A. The rest of my friends who signed for nursing as a choice haven't got their letters yet, but should be coming soon. Drats but even if I do make it through the interview, I'll still be rejecting it if i get the top two courses. Arhhhhh this is getting so irritating, this university applications.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7741771-1291510025065543239?l=crystaliterose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crystaliterose.blogspot.com/feeds/1291510025065543239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7741771&amp;postID=1291510025065543239' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741771/posts/default/1291510025065543239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741771/posts/default/1291510025065543239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crystaliterose.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-just-got-letter-yesterday-that-i-was.html' title=''/><author><name>the forgotten artist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02053736325279272999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dDzh1MiFVtM/SSViC_QCUSI/AAAAAAAAADY/TsQW2ZrQkn8/S220/ban_retsuya2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7741771.post-242114786583782148</id><published>2009-04-11T13:34:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T14:08:48.045+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yeah, I am back from the Philippines!!!!! This is going to be quite long I suppose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel that during this trip God has shown me much about His faithfulness and grace, all we had to do was to trust in Him to make things work, and that it is He alone who would plant the seeds of the gospel in the hearts of the youths that came to the sports outreach, and also to those who came to watch the video of My Hope Philippines. The ppl were great there, the youths I'd always remember, like Ate Cath, Ate Jing, Ate Deanna, Hannah, Ate Mhy, Ate Arianne, Ate Lovely, Kuya Willy, Kuya Felix, Jerome, and many more I will miss you all man!!!!!! I was the one holding the video camera around, so I caught many moments of the games and everything. Really want to thank my teammates for supporting me in prayer and for the things they have taught me. God has really worked mightily among His people and it shows that God's love is abundant in more ways than one. I thank God for the opportunity to witness the strong faith of the Filipino brethren, and also for showing that under the same sky, we still worship the same God. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now for the more day to day stuff. Breakfast lunch and dinner were good, even though we had to wash up and look at mountains of plates each day. The walls of our room were paper thin so we can hear Tony snoring next door lol, and there were loads of bugs, but we had loads of talismans(bug patched) to protect us. Then, the chickens are really very on. 4 am and they all set off in chorus. How not to wake up??????? Devotions at 5.30am, not so bad. The next few days were tiring cos we rounded up a lot of kids to play our games, and even though we didn't get 200 youths over, but God put in the number we could handle, so that 80 odd group was a blessing. And the weather is really great, God sent sunny weather with some clouds, despite having rain for the first day or so. Then there was the night film showing, where there were a lot of people who came, and I shared my testimony too, which was really scary and I was shaking like mad on stage lah...but I got through with it and everything went really well. I loved the hospitability of the people there and I could really feel their kindness towards us. Thank you very much!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, got tons to catch up with, I hope i get good work on good days, and also for long awaited catch up with friends. Toodles!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7741771-242114786583782148?l=crystaliterose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crystaliterose.blogspot.com/feeds/242114786583782148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7741771&amp;postID=242114786583782148' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741771/posts/default/242114786583782148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741771/posts/default/242114786583782148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crystaliterose.blogspot.com/2009/04/yeah-i-am-back-from-philippines-this-is.html' title=''/><author><name>the forgotten artist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02053736325279272999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dDzh1MiFVtM/SSViC_QCUSI/AAAAAAAAADY/TsQW2ZrQkn8/S220/ban_retsuya2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7741771.post-7579909997742621217</id><published>2009-04-02T12:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T13:01:59.298+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today I woke up with abnormal temperature senses. So I woke up at 5am, realised I had major PMS, popped a few pills, realised that I was supposed to take it with food, wrapped my stomach with my blanket and slept until 10.30. Even now I have a hot water bottle stuck down my shirt. At least it started today not tmr or I would have been so sick I can't even get on the plane and I would miss my mission trip boohoohoo but God sure knows how to make things better for me even though I feel absolutely crappy today, heh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right, so I'm going to Philippines tmr, without any comfort here in Singapore but I bet God has BIG BIG plans for us down there and I hope to make better friends with the people there and also be able to share more about Christ with them. I really feel a little scared but I know God will give me strength through these days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also don't know why, I feel like taking Japanese studies instead, but it would be better if I had something else to go with it, and I like science too. So actually now it doesn't matter where I go in NUS, whether to science or to fass, I still have something I can take there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, Pandora Hearts out today!!!!! I hope I can watch the first episode when i get back, and also watch FMA!!!!!!!!! FMA takes so freaking long to come back but so has Suzumiya haruhi, which I'm not really looking forward to, but at least the spring anime is somewhat good. Hetalia still kicks ass with last weeks episode. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;France: England, I have something to tell you...will you...marry me?&lt;br /&gt;England: O_o Whut?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh gosh France you are damn gay man. Nothing beats ItalyxGermany or HRExChibitalia though. Whoever thought country alliances can become a shonen ai fetish! And there is historical evidence to back this up! Ah but there is still the thing that England and France are enemies. I can't wait to see how this turns out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah my hot water bottle has gone cold, got to refill...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7741771-7579909997742621217?l=crystaliterose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crystaliterose.blogspot.com/feeds/7579909997742621217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7741771&amp;postID=7579909997742621217' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741771/posts/default/7579909997742621217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741771/posts/default/7579909997742621217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crystaliterose.blogspot.com/2009/04/today-i-woke-up-with-abnormal.html' title=''/><author><name>the forgotten artist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02053736325279272999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dDzh1MiFVtM/SSViC_QCUSI/AAAAAAAAADY/TsQW2ZrQkn8/S220/ban_retsuya2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7741771.post-884131139259578094</id><published>2009-03-31T11:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T11:20:13.930+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dDzh1MiFVtM/SdGJlDEDTUI/AAAAAAAAAH0/C0llhUDR4Uc/s1600-h/DSC00284.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/_dDzh1MiFVtM/SdGJlDEDTUI/AAAAAAAAAH0/C0llhUDR4Uc/s320/DSC00284.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319183904471731522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah. This is me after hair is cut. I can't even comb it properly now, but at least it is less heavy...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7741771-884131139259578094?l=crystaliterose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crystaliterose.blogspot.com/feeds/884131139259578094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7741771&amp;postID=884131139259578094' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741771/posts/default/884131139259578094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741771/posts/default/884131139259578094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crystaliterose.blogspot.com/2009/03/yeah.html' title=''/><author><name>the forgotten artist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02053736325279272999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dDzh1MiFVtM/SSViC_QCUSI/AAAAAAAAADY/TsQW2ZrQkn8/S220/ban_retsuya2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dDzh1MiFVtM/SdGJlDEDTUI/AAAAAAAAAH0/C0llhUDR4Uc/s72-c/DSC00284.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7741771.post-6733045766636623282</id><published>2009-03-30T16:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T16:36:37.547+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yeah, I called SC today, and they accepted me! So looks like I'm going to teach there after mission trip, so now I have 2 schools to go to, Concord and SC. Whew now that is absolutely great, so now I can focus on MISSION TRIP. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also cut my hair today, after the hairdresser cut it I was like OMG I look like RUKIA (Bleach). Then after she washed my hair i said I looked like a lion. Don't feel much different though. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd better be prepared for the days to come.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7741771-6733045766636623282?l=crystaliterose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crystaliterose.blogspot.com/feeds/6733045766636623282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7741771&amp;postID=6733045766636623282' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741771/posts/default/6733045766636623282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741771/posts/default/6733045766636623282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crystaliterose.blogspot.com/2009/03/yeah-i-called-sc-today-and-they.html' title=''/><author><name>the forgotten artist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02053736325279272999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dDzh1MiFVtM/SSViC_QCUSI/AAAAAAAAADY/TsQW2ZrQkn8/S220/ban_retsuya2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7741771.post-5837205714591250947</id><published>2009-03-26T11:36:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T11:39:26.080+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>There is just 1 week left to mission trip and I realised now I have a dozen and one things to do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Do slides for worship. &lt;br /&gt;2) Refine testimony&lt;br /&gt;3) Send out edited prayer calendar&lt;br /&gt;4) Collate prayer requests&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be doing the last 3 today, I'll be discussing with my bro on the first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I still haven't called any school. Am I going to just rot or what??????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God please give me strength to tide through all this before I start going mad.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7741771-5837205714591250947?l=crystaliterose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crystaliterose.blogspot.com/feeds/5837205714591250947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7741771&amp;postID=5837205714591250947' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741771/posts/default/5837205714591250947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741771/posts/default/5837205714591250947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crystaliterose.blogspot.com/2009/03/there-is-just-1-week-left-to-mission.html' title=''/><author><name>the forgotten artist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02053736325279272999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dDzh1MiFVtM/SSViC_QCUSI/AAAAAAAAADY/TsQW2ZrQkn8/S220/ban_retsuya2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7741771.post-5448207691490124325</id><published>2009-03-25T20:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T20:57:50.477+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I AM STUPIDITY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried mustering all my courage I have left into calling IJ today. They said they did not need any teachers that day. So I went stoned: "Oh, ok..." And hung up. I STUPIDLY FORGOT TO GIVE THEM MY CONTACT DETAILS. I think I was too scared out of wits to ask more. So when I called up mel I realised OH SHIT I FORGOT. Oh well, it was a try, at least I know what to do now. Maybe call SC and IJ tmr. BAHHHHH I BETTER REMEMBER WHAT TO SAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My remaining courage was lost in popping balloons.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7741771-5448207691490124325?l=crystaliterose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crystaliterose.blogspot.com/feeds/5448207691490124325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7741771&amp;postID=5448207691490124325' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741771/posts/default/5448207691490124325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741771/posts/default/5448207691490124325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crystaliterose.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-am-stupidity.html' title=''/><author><name>the forgotten artist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02053736325279272999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dDzh1MiFVtM/SSViC_QCUSI/AAAAAAAAADY/TsQW2ZrQkn8/S220/ban_retsuya2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7741771.post-8631436706739338514</id><published>2009-03-22T16:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T16:42:35.391+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Right, I have to start getting serious with myself. With Mission trip in just less than 2 weeks away, I have to put the demand of this aspect into perspective, which means getting ready spiritually. It is important to build yourself up for what is to come, to be able to get out of your comfort zone is no laughing matter. I want to let God show me His plan for this country, and how He plans to use the team as His instruments to carry out this plan. I pray that God will show me more than I have intended, and draw me ever closer to Him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now with my wallet vomitting blood I had better start saving more. Oh and to put myself on a stable job...must stop procrastinating and call IJ first...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like a ninja with this forehead protector over my head. All I need is some clay and a snuggly akatsuki cloak. Otaku house is just the best with cosplay items. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now to continue translating my Kuro guide book...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7741771-8631436706739338514?l=crystaliterose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crystaliterose.blogspot.com/feeds/8631436706739338514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7741771&amp;postID=8631436706739338514' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741771/posts/default/8631436706739338514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741771/posts/default/8631436706739338514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crystaliterose.blogspot.com/2009/03/right-i-have-to-start-getting-serious.html' title=''/><author><name>the forgotten artist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02053736325279272999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dDzh1MiFVtM/SSViC_QCUSI/AAAAAAAAADY/TsQW2ZrQkn8/S220/ban_retsuya2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7741771.post-1221718981748714716</id><published>2009-03-15T22:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T23:02:35.907+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I have quite a few things to say, this has been busy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Went to NUS open house with Sean, found it quite ok, a little noisy, but I got the stuff I wanted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) This is bigger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I GOT INTO RELIEF TEACHING!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It took faster than expected, so I guess I'll start calling up my contacts for Concord pri, since I was given that first, then see if i can get other schools as backup. I heard the kids there are havoc and i hope the havoc training in FSC will help. Kids always love to bully relief teachers...I think I may find a girls school next.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7741771-1221718981748714716?l=crystaliterose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crystaliterose.blogspot.com/feeds/1221718981748714716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7741771&amp;postID=1221718981748714716' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741771/posts/default/1221718981748714716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741771/posts/default/1221718981748714716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crystaliterose.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-have-quite-few-things-to-say-this-has.html' title=''/><author><name>the forgotten artist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02053736325279272999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dDzh1MiFVtM/SSViC_QCUSI/AAAAAAAAADY/TsQW2ZrQkn8/S220/ban_retsuya2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7741771.post-8668084623583287755</id><published>2009-03-12T19:57:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T21:14:49.388+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Kinderzenen...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dDzh1MiFVtM/Sbj6doHcTRI/AAAAAAAAAHs/o8rBDAzWWuU/s1600-h/DSC00266.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/_dDzh1MiFVtM/Sbj6doHcTRI/AAAAAAAAAHs/o8rBDAzWWuU/s320/DSC00266.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312271147375283474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today the teachers decided to let the kids play today, so I just played some things along with them. Kinda reminds me of the lost childhood that we have, and it only makes me appreciate childhood even more. Kids keep complaining that they have so much homework and that homework is major murder for them, but they don't realise it is for their own good, to keep up in this warped society they live in. To see them at play is entirely different, where they can just do anything they desire. I watched a bunch play monopoly and I could just see how that turned into a money massacre. That's how children should be, unvarnished by the evils of the adult world. Here, at play, is just how childhood is supposed to be, not full of books and mugmentalism. The truth is that they are going to grow up, and realise that the world is not such a wonderful place as it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have just signed on for relief teaching, hoping to get to the next level in my interaction with children. I don't know how I'm going to manage, but I've got positive responses from friends who are doing so. At least it gives me a guide to my future.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7741771-8668084623583287755?l=crystaliterose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crystaliterose.blogspot.com/feeds/8668084623583287755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7741771&amp;postID=8668084623583287755' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741771/posts/default/8668084623583287755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741771/posts/default/8668084623583287755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crystaliterose.blogspot.com/2009/03/kinderzenen.html' title=''/><author><name>the forgotten artist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02053736325279272999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dDzh1MiFVtM/SSViC_QCUSI/AAAAAAAAADY/TsQW2ZrQkn8/S220/ban_retsuya2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dDzh1MiFVtM/Sbj6doHcTRI/AAAAAAAAAHs/o8rBDAzWWuU/s72-c/DSC00266.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7741771.post-8372239974469056766</id><published>2009-03-11T22:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T22:43:37.459+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yeah, so today I had to dress up for my auntie's wedding reception. I think I looked absolutely glum during the whole event, cos I was very reminded of her first wedding and then after her divorce I never saw my ex-uncle again until my other auntie's funeral, so I was probably just reminded of the time that went by and wondering where on earth had it gone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that we all went to Crystal Jade for a good feast, and dropped by Wala wala to have some beer. I personally can't take beer so I shared a pina colada with my mum, turns out I can't stand a few sips of it too, and had to gulp my ice water to drown it down. Maybe it's a good place to have good drinks with uni friends or with the DAMN/LAMA mates, and can get 50% off there maybe, cos my new uncle is working there, heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh. The uni applications opened. I'll go to the Open house and see whatever is there to see.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7741771-8372239974469056766?l=crystaliterose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crystaliterose.blogspot.com/feeds/8372239974469056766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7741771&amp;postID=8372239974469056766' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741771/posts/default/8372239974469056766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741771/posts/default/8372239974469056766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crystaliterose.blogspot.com/2009/03/yeah-so-today-i-had-to-dress-up-for-my.html' title=''/><author><name>the forgotten artist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02053736325279272999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dDzh1MiFVtM/SSViC_QCUSI/AAAAAAAAADY/TsQW2ZrQkn8/S220/ban_retsuya2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7741771.post-1130985722912642065</id><published>2009-03-10T11:36:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T12:33:00.875+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well, I suppose I haven't been up for a few days, being stoned over results and my parents arguing over what I should do. God has given me okay results, and I hope it is good enough for me to get into Fac of science in NUS. My dad wants me to do Food science which i think is totally boring looking at food, but at least it uses biology and chemistry. So I could consider. Besides the fact only 40 people get in there a year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently I'm still drawing, learning Japanese, using my kanji dictionary to read my 4 SL. And stinking piano...not that I hate it, but now teacher gave me some Haydn's Rondo to practice since my second piece is haywire with my SHORT fingers. I still love Consolation No.3, at least I'm given some flak for what I've been doing. All I just need is to play it on the church grand for once and I'll be totally satisfied. I'm also wondering from what Austria (in Hetalia) was playing, some people said it was Chopin's nocturnes. Well I don't know since me and Chopin don't always go well together, but having Austria play it is great. Reminiscient of the musicians who came from there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a joke, my piano teacher said one of her students had trouble playing Beethoven cos it was hard. I just had the most simple reply.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" The guy is deaf, that's why his pieces are damn hard!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My piano teacher was loling away, and said that 10 students so far gave that answer. Of course, no argument to that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My kanji dictionary just TORE. Schisse. But I like reading John 3:16 in japanese. My dad was astounded. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conclusion: Kanji is a lot worse than reading chinese.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7741771-1130985722912642065?l=crystaliterose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crystaliterose.blogspot.com/feeds/1130985722912642065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7741771&amp;postID=1130985722912642065' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741771/posts/default/1130985722912642065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741771/posts/default/1130985722912642065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crystaliterose.blogspot.com/2009/03/well-i-suppose-i-havent-been-up-for-few.html' title=''/><author><name>the forgotten artist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02053736325279272999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dDzh1MiFVtM/SSViC_QCUSI/AAAAAAAAADY/TsQW2ZrQkn8/S220/ban_retsuya2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7741771.post-8808357396162918426</id><published>2009-03-06T22:35:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T22:36:30.984+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Well, it is done.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;I have nothing left to say, don't ask me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;I just need to rest and speak with God to explore my options.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7741771-8808357396162918426?l=crystaliterose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crystaliterose.blogspot.com/feeds/8808357396162918426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7741771&amp;postID=8808357396162918426' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741771/posts/default/8808357396162918426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741771/posts/default/8808357396162918426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crystaliterose.blogspot.com/2009/03/well-it-is-done.html' title=''/><author><name>the forgotten artist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02053736325279272999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dDzh1MiFVtM/SSViC_QCUSI/AAAAAAAAADY/TsQW2ZrQkn8/S220/ban_retsuya2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7741771.post-2658459258006900969</id><published>2009-03-05T09:23:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T09:35:50.541+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ONE DAY LEFT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;It's nuts to think about it right now. It's totally worse from when I got my O level results, but this determines my future job. I still think I'm going to end up making money from all my commissions of file covers, which I think is great, but I need a more sturdy job. From my seniors in Life science I see them doing:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Working in the lab at NUS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Teaching.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Going to China to research on social spiders.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;I don't mind Life science, it's interesting to me. And so is pharmacy, but the curriculum makes me vomit blood. First year learning buffer systems(holy cow cheemistry all over again) and anatomy(scours through brother's bio guide books). It would be great if I could do that, but i need to really search into myself if I can do the course. Oh, and I must score very good for everything lor. Which will need the grace of God to perform such a deed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;With my parents banning me from listening to certain Kajiura Yuki music, I desperately need more music. I downloaded Seventh Heaven already, but the file sizes are gigantonormous. Currently I'm choosing carefully for the songs to be put in my ipod which is almost at its limit already. I feel like getting a 4 GB ipod but my father bought a puny ishuffle. I'm downloading Lacrimosa now, so hopefully that'll keep my perks up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Once again. D-DAY is TMR. Prepare for doom.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style=" ;font-family:arial;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;The horror of getting results back is leaving me in total despair!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7741771-2658459258006900969?l=crystaliterose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crystaliterose.blogspot.com/feeds/2658459258006900969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7741771&amp;postID=2658459258006900969' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741771/posts/default/2658459258006900969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741771/posts/default/2658459258006900969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crystaliterose.blogspot.com/2009/03/one-day-left-its-nuts-to-think-about-it.html' title=''/><author><name>the forgotten artist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02053736325279272999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dDzh1MiFVtM/SSViC_QCUSI/AAAAAAAAADY/TsQW2ZrQkn8/S220/ban_retsuya2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7741771.post-1151512404868463639</id><published>2009-03-02T13:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T13:59:05.843+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>IT HAS BEEN DECLARED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knew it would come around this time but then again I do not want it to come....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just pray that God will give me a good score to go to the course I want to enter, because I know that whatever he gives me, it is for my best and for His glory. Hardest to do is to thank God in bad times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bahhhh and I have this irritating cramps raging throughout my body(thank goodness my piano teacher cannot come) so i napped a while, and I still need to crap out my comic panneling before Roofie rushes me again. Forgotten Contract series will take a month to complete. Man!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must not think about the impending results. My future has been decided.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7741771-1151512404868463639?l=crystaliterose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crystaliterose.blogspot.com/feeds/1151512404868463639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7741771&amp;postID=1151512404868463639' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741771/posts/default/1151512404868463639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741771/posts/default/1151512404868463639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crystaliterose.blogspot.com/2009/03/it-has-been-declared.html' title=''/><author><name>the forgotten artist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02053736325279272999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dDzh1MiFVtM/SSViC_QCUSI/AAAAAAAAADY/TsQW2ZrQkn8/S220/ban_retsuya2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7741771.post-2936099580058467178</id><published>2009-02-27T22:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T22:06:36.334+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I went for Kino splurge today, bought Volume 4 of Sketching manga series(who in their right mind would bring in V4 before V3???? But anyway I was looking for something like that cos backgrounding skills SUCK BALLS), and the bunch of Consolation pieces so that the examiner won't throw me out. It has Liebestraume too,so after I finish up with the consolations I can try that. Lovely song, but hideous to play at first look. Bahh that's what I thought of consolation too(my comment to my teacher was, am I supposed to be schizo in order to play this piece?????)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Backgrounding skills and perspective. The stuff that really gets me down in the dumps. Rawrgh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to hear anything about the day of doom. I'm just going to do whatever I do when I get my results. BAWL.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7741771-2936099580058467178?l=crystaliterose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crystaliterose.blogspot.com/feeds/2936099580058467178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7741771&amp;postID=2936099580058467178' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741771/posts/default/2936099580058467178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741771/posts/default/2936099580058467178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crystaliterose.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-went-for-kino-splurge-today-bought.html' title=''/><author><name>the forgotten artist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02053736325279272999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dDzh1MiFVtM/SSViC_QCUSI/AAAAAAAAADY/TsQW2ZrQkn8/S220/ban_retsuya2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7741771.post-2252628401819364168</id><published>2009-02-22T20:05:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T20:54:48.737+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I just got off the blazing phone. Conversation went like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Person: May I speak to Jacqueline(my mum) please?&lt;br /&gt;Me:No, mum's not in, this is Gillian&lt;br /&gt;Person: Oh. She went to church is it?&lt;br /&gt;Me: *taking slight precaution* I don't know...who is this?&lt;br /&gt;Person: This is granduncle calling.&lt;br /&gt;Me:.........&lt;br /&gt;Me:(off phone) FFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFF&lt;br /&gt;Granduncle: so you tell your mum I called ok?&lt;br /&gt;Me: um...ok....&lt;br /&gt;*hangs up*&lt;br /&gt;Me: FFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFF!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is my reaction like this? It just dreads my family to receive any of my estranged granduncle's calls. Lucky he didn't ask me for phone number or whatever. Or maybe he believed that my mum doesn't carry a phone(my mum, pretending to be me, told him that). Boy am I going to be questioned....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7741771-2252628401819364168?l=crystaliterose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crystaliterose.blogspot.com/feeds/2252628401819364168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7741771&amp;postID=2252628401819364168' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741771/posts/default/2252628401819364168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741771/posts/default/2252628401819364168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crystaliterose.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-just-got-off-blazing-phone.html' title=''/><author><name>the forgotten artist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02053736325279272999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dDzh1MiFVtM/SSViC_QCUSI/AAAAAAAAADY/TsQW2ZrQkn8/S220/ban_retsuya2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7741771.post-8840582153691675662</id><published>2009-02-18T20:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T21:06:54.030+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>PHEWS. I finally finished my support letter. That's some things down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been thinking lately on my career path, since in a few weeks time however well I did will lead me to seriously consider my options. It's no easy job but it's my next step to become part of the tangled world around me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny, when I was younger I wanted to be a doctor, nurse or and author. I know the first two were just stuff that came out of my occupation textbook (those things should really say how much you need to do in order to get there, esp doctor, the pre-requisites are like wtf so only the really lucky can get in). However I was almost considering being an author, being a really book savvy girl at that time (esp chinese books OH NOES...*can't speak much chinese now lolz facepalm*), and I was doing my own picture books. I think around that time i also got quite addicted to stuff like pkmn until the parents were convinced it was an advent of the devil, so I was still coming up stories with friends who love writing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now as I draw closer to make a serious mark on which career I should take, my thinking needs a change. Judging by my ability I hope to get into something that is able to help the community through science, which is the only thing I know best. Business is way out of my league unless I wish to sell my drawings, which is an alternative. Right now I hope to (hopefully) get into pharmacy, even though it is just as hard to get in as medicine (AAAB as minimum). If not I may try Life science, using Biomed science as a major. That will bring me closer to research and since it is almost predominantly bio it should be interesting, though I would prefer something dealing with chemicals (ORGANIC CHEM RULES MAN WHATEVER ANYONE IS THINKING). I also did this career quiz by MOE and first on my list was....PSYCHOLOGY. LOL. It was one of my considerations, except the whole family thinks I'm a bit looney myself, so maybe I can get myself checked heh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next was like ART CURATOR. I was like WHUT. And it gets better. I got like Journalist, Research officer, Sociologists and i was just LOLWHUT all the way. The last few seemed a bit better, storyboard artists, technical writers, author. Well, of course this isn't very reliable, like how my bro got FIREMAN and PILOT WAHAHAHAHAHA. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, if worse comes to worse I'll go join NAFA or something lol. I'll probably end up a teacher or a poor little freelance cartoonist. Hey, even freelance cartoonists do well sometimes, like Favian Ee (my idol for christian comic giftart). That kind of business is cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ARGH I only hope my results are fine I just need something like an A or two and a couple of Bs. Ahhhh must.not.think. I'm breaking out in a rash and I dusted out my whole room. What next from being stressed??????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thought of looming exam results LEAVES ME IN DESPAIR!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..........oh wait. I said something like that before As. LOL.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7741771-8840582153691675662?l=crystaliterose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crystaliterose.blogspot.com/feeds/8840582153691675662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7741771&amp;postID=8840582153691675662' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741771/posts/default/8840582153691675662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741771/posts/default/8840582153691675662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crystaliterose.blogspot.com/2009/02/phews.html' title=''/><author><name>the forgotten artist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02053736325279272999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dDzh1MiFVtM/SSViC_QCUSI/AAAAAAAAADY/TsQW2ZrQkn8/S220/ban_retsuya2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7741771.post-4160679402607596624</id><published>2009-02-14T14:22:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T14:46:07.196+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well well I was really bored and decided to have some fun...COSPLAYING!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's real stupid and I was sweating hard there even though the fan was on full blast and I had to do a lot of damn retakes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For your information, I'm cosplaying &lt;a href="http://community.livejournal.com/hetalia/1688.html#cutid3"&gt;this guy&lt;/a&gt;, he's none other than the Hello Kitty loving China!! I just realised and decided how I can play around with it. Forgive my starched poses and terrible lighting...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dDzh1MiFVtM/SZZkFhFXHxI/AAAAAAAAAG0/ma_pyowyzpo/s1600-h/DSC00237.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/_dDzh1MiFVtM/SZZkFhFXHxI/AAAAAAAAAG0/ma_pyowyzpo/s320/DSC00237.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302535657218318098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah I make a cute china...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dDzh1MiFVtM/SZZktRSY0uI/AAAAAAAAAG8/o8JIF8dZlSk/s1600-h/DSC00239.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/_dDzh1MiFVtM/SZZktRSY0uI/AAAAAAAAAG8/o8JIF8dZlSk/s320/DSC00239.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302536340172755682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really trying!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dDzh1MiFVtM/SZZlTqdBPPI/AAAAAAAAAHE/X_MXhBqXdQQ/s1600-h/DSC00241.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/_dDzh1MiFVtM/SZZlTqdBPPI/AAAAAAAAAHE/X_MXhBqXdQQ/s320/DSC00241.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302536999763262706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and my "Shinatty-chan" Lol, for your info that is the China version of Hello kitty, it's a rude way of saying it cos its a "cheeena" kitty. My ah gong used to work in Macs so i got Hello kitty pairs for free without rushing through ugly singaporeans. I currently have the millenium, japanese and chinese wedding pairs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dDzh1MiFVtM/SZZnLhy0YEI/AAAAAAAAAHU/egGNl24fh-g/s1600-h/DSC00258.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/_dDzh1MiFVtM/SZZnLhy0YEI/AAAAAAAAAHU/egGNl24fh-g/s320/DSC00258.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302539059023077442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you see clearly kitty has a mouth. Yes see for yourself china made Hello kitties have mouths on them. Apparently it's only more realistic if they had a mouth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dDzh1MiFVtM/SZZntlrTIwI/AAAAAAAAAHc/AoqX4Lo9TEM/s1600-h/DSC00261.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/_dDzh1MiFVtM/SZZntlrTIwI/AAAAAAAAAHc/AoqX4Lo9TEM/s320/DSC00261.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302539644180833026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;........aru?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The suit was killing me so much after this blazed photoshoot I just stripped it off and I don't care if cars on the expressway saw and put my original clothes back on. Shirt was from my brother, rest is all mine. If I had put on my auntie china shoes and a communist band, I might really look the part. Oh, it would be better if I had a china military costume too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;China is great, aru!!!!! Zhong guo wan sui!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7741771-4160679402607596624?l=crystaliterose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crystaliterose.blogspot.com/feeds/4160679402607596624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7741771&amp;postID=4160679402607596624' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741771/posts/default/4160679402607596624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741771/posts/default/4160679402607596624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crystaliterose.blogspot.com/2009/02/well-well-i-was-really-bored-and.html' title=''/><author><name>the forgotten artist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02053736325279272999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dDzh1MiFVtM/SSViC_QCUSI/AAAAAAAAADY/TsQW2ZrQkn8/S220/ban_retsuya2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dDzh1MiFVtM/SZZkFhFXHxI/AAAAAAAAAG0/ma_pyowyzpo/s72-c/DSC00237.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7741771.post-7163430744919337141</id><published>2009-02-09T16:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T16:45:20.356+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>100 things quiz but no one bothers but me boohoohoo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Full Name: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toh Hui Shan Gillian&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Male/Female:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In what way do I look male...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Were you named after anyone?:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My name is a variant of my aunt Julia, but she's gone now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Does your name mean anything?:&lt;br /&gt;Gillian: youthful (young and cute forever right???)&lt;br /&gt;Hui: Clever&lt;br /&gt;Shan: Big debate over it, cos in my chinese dict it means SLOW(God forbid!!!) but my mum says it's a variant of graceful. I don't know who to believe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) Nick Name(s):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Retsuya, Roo roo(kazuki) DONKEY(yes serious my parents call me that ahhhhh)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) What do you think you look like:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PHAIL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) Date Of Birth:&lt;br /&gt;23/10/90&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) Place of Birth and Current Location:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Singapore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9) Nationality:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Singaporean chinese...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10) Astrology Sign:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Libra/Scorpio. My birthday is in between these two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11) Chinese Astrology Sign:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fire horse (not DONKEY!!!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12) Religion:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christianity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13) Whats your favorite smell?:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chocolate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14) Political Position?:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everyday citizen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15) What do you prefer to drink in the morning?:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ribena or milk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16) Hair + Eye colour:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;black, dark brown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17) Do you look like anyone famous?:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOOOOOO &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18) What do you look like?:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a 14 year old schoolgirl (I'm actually waiting to be kicked into a uni) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19) Any unusual talents?:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can draw and speak Japanese. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20) Righty, Lefty, or Ambidextrous?:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;righty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21) Gay, Straight, Bi, or Other?:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Straight...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22) What do you do for a living?:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently shepherding little kids to do english&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23) What do you do for fun?:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talk to myself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24) What are your favorite art materials to work with?:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pencil...never leave home without it and a notepad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25) What kind of materials would you like to work with?:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pastels and watercolours. Oh, and CHARCOAL. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26) Have you met your grandparents?:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27) Boyfriend / Girlfriend:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28) Crush:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should I tell when some ppl might spill????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29) What celebrity would you date if you could?:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miyano Mamoru!!!!! He's hot, has a hot singing and anime voice!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30) Current worries?:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whether I can enter a good course or not. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31) Favorite online Guy/Girl(s):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My online friends are those whom I know...my tagboard group??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32) Favorite place to be?:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MANGA KISSA. Just sit there and read.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33) Least favorite place to be?:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the middle of the Bukit timah trail and my father forcing me to hike.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34) Do you burn or tan?:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Burned before, but then again, I have a natural tan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35) Ever break a bone?:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36) What is your favorite cereal?:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Koko crunch(ok that is a bit kiddy) and Blueberry morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37) You cry with:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do You Have...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38) Any sisters:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39) Any brothers:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one younger. YESHHH I CAN BOSSSSS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40) Any pets:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ancient terappin and loads of fish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41) An Illness:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PMS, cough&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;42) A Pager:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nope. WHO USES SUCH THINGS PHAIL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;43) A Personal phone line:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;44) A Cell phone:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;45) A visible birthmark:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;46) A Pool or hot tub:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;47) A Car:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't even drive yet OTL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Describe Your...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;48) Personality:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;crazy but not really weird (THAT SHALL KEEP MY BRO FROM SAYING I'M RETARDED.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;49) Driving:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shamefully non-existent &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;50) Your clothing style:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Casual &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;51) Room:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Big and comfortable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;52) What’s missing:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;from/for what? seriously guys, quizzes aren't supposed to be that hard. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;53) School:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NO SCHOOL NO SCHOOL LALALALALALALA &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;54) Bed:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Messed. I slept on the opposite side of the bed again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;55) Relationship with your parent(s):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quite ok, still have to be patient.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;56) Do You believe in yourself:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not really heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;57) Do you believe in love at first sight?:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;58) Consider yourself a good listener:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;59) Have a future dream that you would like to share?:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to publish comics/tracts that would help ppl understand christ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;60) Get Along with your parents:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;61) Save your e-mail conversations:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah. If it's long and fun. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;62) Pray:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyday. Prayer is the hotline to everything and anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;63) Believe in reincarnation:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;64) Brush your teeth twice a day?:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;65)Like to talk on the phone:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No not really. But now I have to cos now I think my family does not believe smsing is genuine enough as a communication device.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;66) Like to eat?:&lt;br /&gt;Japanese.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;67) Like to exercise?:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like playing tennis, but LAZY now cos no tennis mates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;68) Like to watch sports?:&lt;br /&gt;AUSSIE OPEN. Federer PWNS. but he's getting old. Federer express almost retiring...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;69) Sing in the car?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nope. My brother will box me. And vice versa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;70) What is a dream that you have all the time?:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My EXAM RESULTS BEING ABYSSMAL. Seriously. But it turns out all wrong so I don't believe in it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;71) Dream in color:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;72) Do you have nightmares?:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes. But not so bad that I roll out of bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;73) Sleep with a stuffed animal:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4, to be precise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;74) Right next to you:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lots and lots of library books. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;75) On your favorite coffee cup?:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't have a coffee cup. I don't even drink coffee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;76) On your mouse pad:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't have a mouse pad. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;77) Your favorite flavor of gum?:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GUM IS BANNED. But whenever we go to church camp in Malaysia us kids always buy gum and eat it in front of our ex-minister...If I had a choice it would be grape.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;78) Your brand of deodorant?:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dr mist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;79) Your dream honeymoon spot:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd like to go to Europe...or in a countryside Japan... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;80) Your dream husband/wife:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone who is loving, faithful, smart, and loves the Lord.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;81) Hiding in your closet?:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All my secondary sch materials and now my JC stuff...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;82) Under your bed:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dust bunnies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;83) The name of one of your closest/best friends?:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Melissa!!! Oldest bff for 12 years running!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;84) Your bad time of the day:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;very early morning...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;85) Your worst fear(s):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I AM FEARLESS MWAHAHAHA. But now its my exam results being terrible. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;86) What's the weather like:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;87) Your favorite time of year?:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOW. 7 months holiday break pwns.*runs away from the ppl who are serving the nation*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;88) Your favorite holiday?:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOW. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;89) A material weakness?:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anime plush toys and instructional books.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;90) The weirdest food or drink that you like:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gummy bears with mayo and bacon bits. It was used as a food dare and I just wolfed the plate down and started eating from others' plates too AIYOH I WAS SO DISGUSTING&gt;x&lt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;91) At the top of your "to-do list"?:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be diligent in finishing this Quest for the Truth thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;92) The hardest thing about growing up:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WORKING. Economy stinks. You realise that politics does involve you after all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;93) A pet peeve?:&lt;br /&gt;not closing the fridge. CFCs!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;94) Your scariest moment:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tripped over sofa and got 3 stitches on chin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;95) Your attitude about love?:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God=LOVE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;96) The funniest or most desperate thing you've done to get the attention of the opposite sex?:&lt;br /&gt;I don't think I'll ever do that unless I do stupid things like get chased by a pigeon or throwing the macs tray into the bin...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;97) The worst feeling in the world:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;losing someone/something&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;98) The best feeling in the world:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feeling loved&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;99) Who sent this to you?:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stole it. Mwaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;100) Tag 6 people:&lt;br /&gt;nah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First issue of Quest for the Truth UP! Next is on relationships. The stuff learnt is quite vague so I have to really be creative when coming up with this. The life of an artist is crazy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vday coming up!!!!! I will be spending Vday...first with kids, then at pastor's function room. Yeah but this will be typical. In my first year in JC I bought marshmallows and made cards for every classmate including guys. At least this is better than being confined on a small island on Vday. Now that's just bummer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7741771-7163430744919337141?l=crystaliterose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crystaliterose.blogspot.com/feeds/7163430744919337141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7741771&amp;postID=7163430744919337141' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741771/posts/default/7163430744919337141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741771/posts/default/7163430744919337141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crystaliterose.blogspot.com/2009/02/100-things-quiz-but-no-one-bothers-but.html' title=''/><author><name>the forgotten artist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02053736325279272999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dDzh1MiFVtM/SSViC_QCUSI/AAAAAAAAADY/TsQW2ZrQkn8/S220/ban_retsuya2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7741771.post-2313797847465726711</id><published>2009-02-06T15:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T15:41:19.393+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I finally posted up the comics, but....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MY SUPER IRRITATING SCANNER SCREWED THE WHOLE THING UP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some parts are missing, the sketching is too light, blahblahblah. The scanner is supposed to scan the whole paper right????&lt;br /&gt;Next time I'll just distribute it the old fashion way...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you still want to see, go to &lt;a href="http://retsuya-chan.deviantart.com"&gt;http://retsuya-chan.deviantart.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7741771-2313797847465726711?l=crystaliterose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crystaliterose.blogspot.com/feeds/2313797847465726711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7741771&amp;postID=2313797847465726711' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741771/posts/default/2313797847465726711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741771/posts/default/2313797847465726711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crystaliterose.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-finally-posted-up-comics-but.html' title=''/><author><name>the forgotten artist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02053736325279272999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dDzh1MiFVtM/SSViC_QCUSI/AAAAAAAAADY/TsQW2ZrQkn8/S220/ban_retsuya2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7741771.post-4014874109050277975</id><published>2009-02-05T13:03:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T18:19:27.087+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;RETSUYA GOT INTO MISSION TRIP OPERATION LIPA 3!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I really need to be spiritually prepared. I can't lie back any further. If this is a chance God has given me to give Him the glory, then I shall gladly do it. I can't say I'm spiritually weak, but I really need to evaluate myself in this relationship with the Most High God. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still coughing like mad even though I'm almost done with my medicine, and I will need to dream up some more things. I would like to learn some more history and make fanfictions out of it...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7741771-4014874109050277975?l=crystaliterose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crystaliterose.blogspot.com/feeds/4014874109050277975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7741771&amp;postID=4014874109050277975' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741771/posts/default/4014874109050277975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741771/posts/default/4014874109050277975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crystaliterose.blogspot.com/2009/02/retsuya-got-into-mission-trip-operation.html' title=''/><author><name>the forgotten artist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02053736325279272999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dDzh1MiFVtM/SSViC_QCUSI/AAAAAAAAADY/TsQW2ZrQkn8/S220/ban_retsuya2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7741771.post-6890862791500170492</id><published>2009-02-04T21:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T22:01:27.019+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OH LORSHHHH I finally finished the QftT comic, 8 pages long. Okay, I'm just a bit lazy. There's a chibi panel regarding the identity of a person in Christ, I am gonna use that for Noticeboard. Chibi overload....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watched Hetalia episode 2. Thank God veoh is not detected by the Gentosha ppl...Italy is still damn cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I have relatives in Belgium, please don't kill me!!!!!"--Italy to Germany. Who gives a damn where your relatives are Italy, shame on you. Ahhh Veneziano and ze PASTA. PASTA RULES THE WORLD. And Italy is very protective of its pasta, so much that it banned Chinese food like kebabs. Like who can't believe Italy was once the greatest country in history. Chibitalia really shows you that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will continue to support Hetalia even though I sound like a rabid fangirl. Himaruya may draw ASEAN 10!!!!!! He's got Viet and Thai out already, next would be...ooh this can be scandalous!!!!!! Make a S'poreXM'sia doujinshi!!!!! I hope Singapore gets it's own character...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Must not lose temper at kids tmr....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7741771-6890862791500170492?l=crystaliterose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crystaliterose.blogspot.com/feeds/6890862791500170492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7741771&amp;postID=6890862791500170492' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741771/posts/default/6890862791500170492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741771/posts/default/6890862791500170492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crystaliterose.blogspot.com/2009/02/oh-lorshhhh-i-finally-finished-qftt.html' title=''/><author><name>the forgotten artist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02053736325279272999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dDzh1MiFVtM/SSViC_QCUSI/AAAAAAAAADY/TsQW2ZrQkn8/S220/ban_retsuya2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7741771.post-1842072494449390047</id><published>2009-01-31T22:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T22:43:00.193+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Retsuya is currently part-time artist on demand, part time teacher, and still working for free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For a look into what I am drawing on, I'm doing a mini series on the theme for my YM "Quest for the Truth." This is going to be more of a private serious project for me but I'll allow others to get hold of it too. I'm still on my 2nd page of "Quest for identity" and I'm sure I'll have to dream up the rest of the story later. I found out what are the next ones too:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quest for the White fleece:On relationships&lt;br /&gt;Quest for the Forgotten contract: On obedience&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need a lot of imagination now if I want to carry on with this series....plus the things I have to do for normal noticeboard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mission trip interview TMR!!!!! So nervous now I'd better do a lot of praying or I'm going to say wrong things....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7741771-1842072494449390047?l=crystaliterose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crystaliterose.blogspot.com/feeds/1842072494449390047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7741771&amp;postID=1842072494449390047' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741771/posts/default/1842072494449390047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741771/posts/default/1842072494449390047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crystaliterose.blogspot.com/2009/01/retsuya-is-currently-part-time-artist.html' title=''/><author><name>the forgotten artist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02053736325279272999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dDzh1MiFVtM/SSViC_QCUSI/AAAAAAAAADY/TsQW2ZrQkn8/S220/ban_retsuya2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7741771.post-523139750765087069</id><published>2009-01-30T14:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T15:06:53.569+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"All scripture is God-breathed and is useful for teaching, rebuking, correcting and training in righteousness, so that the man of God may be thoroughly equipped for every good work"--2 Tim 3:16-17&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Needs to read more man....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OUR PETITION IS ALMOST 3000!!!! Keep going ppl and let's win this small war!!!!! The congress has more important things to do than fuss over a 5min anime that doesn't even show their character inside...of course, we don't want something like the danish newspaper protests over its portrayal of the prophet. We already know anything religious cannot be touched.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sure hope this gets the attention of Japanese bloggers. Sure the Koreans have a right to complain(as is the rest of the world) but cyber terrorism is over the hook. I'm sure Himaruya will give more attention to how Yong Soo is portrayed the next time round. And he isn't even portraying them in WW2 which is really absolutely shooting yourself in the foot if you are a Japanese.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want hetalia!!!! Especially CHIBITALIA I can't get too much of that or I'll die of diabetes...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7741771-523139750765087069?l=crystaliterose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crystaliterose.blogspot.com/feeds/523139750765087069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7741771&amp;postID=523139750765087069' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741771/posts/default/523139750765087069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741771/posts/default/523139750765087069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crystaliterose.blogspot.com/2009/01/all-scripture-is-god-breathed-and-is.html' title=''/><author><name>the forgotten artist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02053736325279272999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dDzh1MiFVtM/SSViC_QCUSI/AAAAAAAAADY/TsQW2ZrQkn8/S220/ban_retsuya2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7741771.post-5673131388412685902</id><published>2009-01-28T12:49:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T13:11:46.988+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dDzh1MiFVtM/SX_j-eP4oBI/AAAAAAAAAGk/PuIQBCByRl8/s1600-h/DSC00225.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/_dDzh1MiFVtM/SX_j-eP4oBI/AAAAAAAAAGk/PuIQBCByRl8/s320/DSC00225.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296202349222076434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhhh my little Ciel~I wanted the Sebby one but I felt Ciel looked nicer. My auntie always knows what to give me~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other anime news...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dDzh1MiFVtM/SX_kkKa3rzI/AAAAAAAAAGs/D_p8e2cIM3o/s1600-h/img_main.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 162px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dDzh1MiFVtM/SX_kkKa3rzI/AAAAAAAAAGs/D_p8e2cIM3o/s320/img_main.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296202996734471986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It apparently seems that Korean protesters are not satisfied with just the cancellation of the anime on local Japanese channels, but they want to get rid of every trace on it, including the ones streamed on mobile, and even the manga itself. Hasn't Himaruya(the artist) suffered enough blows???? Just because one country thinks it is politically dangerous doesn't mean the rest of the world has to abstain from it too. We fans are now reduced to having poor quality vids and lousy subs, but the story is still quite good, albeit only 5 min. Just let us watch our manga in peace, and if it is so offensive just ban it in your country and stop making a mountain out of a gopher hole. Counter petitions are being made~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;The world is a sad sad place...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7741771-5673131388412685902?l=crystaliterose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crystaliterose.blogspot.com/feeds/5673131388412685902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7741771&amp;postID=5673131388412685902' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741771/posts/default/5673131388412685902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741771/posts/default/5673131388412685902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crystaliterose.blogspot.com/2009/01/ahhhh-my-little-cieli-wanted-sebby-one.html' title=''/><author><name>the forgotten artist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02053736325279272999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dDzh1MiFVtM/SSViC_QCUSI/AAAAAAAAADY/TsQW2ZrQkn8/S220/ban_retsuya2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dDzh1MiFVtM/SX_j-eP4oBI/AAAAAAAAAGk/PuIQBCByRl8/s72-c/DSC00225.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7741771.post-7839200650021285945</id><published>2009-01-25T15:04:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T15:48:02.991+08:00</updated><title type='text'>more DAMN--or sort of</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dDzh1MiFVtM/SXwPHZ88vJI/AAAAAAAAAFs/sbyoZgTdUe4/s1600-h/IMG_8947.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dDzh1MiFVtM/SXwPHZ88vJI/AAAAAAAAAFs/sbyoZgTdUe4/s320/IMG_8947.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295123881780886674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damn tired sia... wishes to sleep...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had modified outing yesterday, after a dreadful bout of IBS+PMS and kid problems, managed to have loads of fun and camwhoring. There's a lot of them pictures I'll see the less unglam ones to put up. Not like many ppl visit this poor blog anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dDzh1MiFVtM/SXwSCnex8JI/AAAAAAAAAF0/eGLqbwEbGbA/s1600-h/IMG_8845.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dDzh1MiFVtM/SXwSCnex8JI/AAAAAAAAAF0/eGLqbwEbGbA/s320/IMG_8845.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295127098047983762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overblown after losing sense of direction and mind...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay when there's paparazzi there's always the sense of being caught off guard. That happens to me too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dDzh1MiFVtM/SXwTizvG8xI/AAAAAAAAAF8/dm40-jKu4bk/s1600-h/IMG_8853.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dDzh1MiFVtM/SXwTizvG8xI/AAAAAAAAAF8/dm40-jKu4bk/s320/IMG_8853.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295128750605136658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ate lunch at CJ but I had a pretzel instead and concocted a disgusting lukewarm tea with lemon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dDzh1MiFVtM/SXwV10uBbLI/AAAAAAAAAGE/LGahd7eKyvo/s1600-h/IMG_8861.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dDzh1MiFVtM/SXwV10uBbLI/AAAAAAAAAGE/LGahd7eKyvo/s320/IMG_8861.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295131276309785778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Loli way of crossing road. I was almost mistaken for a loli that day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dDzh1MiFVtM/SXwWRTAuEdI/AAAAAAAAAGM/W7bWIRn0LkE/s1600-h/IMG_8870.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dDzh1MiFVtM/SXwWRTAuEdI/AAAAAAAAAGM/W7bWIRn0LkE/s320/IMG_8870.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295131748297740754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Attack ice cream!!!! Just kidding. Ice cream with brownies and fudge and cream. Sinful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm getting a headache sorting these out. Anyways went for more walking down Arab street where a lot more camwhoring took place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dDzh1MiFVtM/SXwYIYDO9eI/AAAAAAAAAGU/-3WkULq6zqU/s1600-h/IMG_8911.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dDzh1MiFVtM/SXwYIYDO9eI/AAAAAAAAAGU/-3WkULq6zqU/s320/IMG_8911.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295133794054895074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dangnabbit this headache is getting to me indeed...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dDzh1MiFVtM/SXwYU2LGfwI/AAAAAAAAAGc/rBxhaKjoFLU/s1600-h/IMG_8930.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dDzh1MiFVtM/SXwYU2LGfwI/AAAAAAAAAGc/rBxhaKjoFLU/s320/IMG_8930.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295134008299388674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boys emoing away...graffiti walls are a lot of fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well there are more but I don't want to keep uploading them here and there, so I can go and sleep right now before my brother jumps on me. I WANT MY BRO TO GET A NEW COMPUTER NOW.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7741771-7839200650021285945?l=crystaliterose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crystaliterose.blogspot.com/feeds/7839200650021285945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7741771&amp;postID=7839200650021285945' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741771/posts/default/7839200650021285945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741771/posts/default/7839200650021285945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crystaliterose.blogspot.com/2009/01/more-damn-or-sort-of.html' title='more DAMN--or sort of'/><author><name>the forgotten artist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02053736325279272999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dDzh1MiFVtM/SSViC_QCUSI/AAAAAAAAADY/TsQW2ZrQkn8/S220/ban_retsuya2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dDzh1MiFVtM/SXwPHZ88vJI/AAAAAAAAAFs/sbyoZgTdUe4/s72-c/IMG_8947.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7741771.post-3280861021176691853</id><published>2009-01-20T20:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T20:41:52.299+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Otaku teacher</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dDzh1MiFVtM/SXXCCQpIOyI/AAAAAAAAAFE/QAF4RL5_sTg/s1600-h/53be891af2cc5570507b8ffde1f68b021232428686_full.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dDzh1MiFVtM/SXXCCQpIOyI/AAAAAAAAAFE/QAF4RL5_sTg/s320/53be891af2cc5570507b8ffde1f68b021232428686_full.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293350281126886178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are a crazy anime freak like me, you would know this. And start ROFLing in tears. For those who don't, the names are those of Gundam 00 and GAYASS(code geass) characters. My Japanese is strong enough to get the first one, "Tiera didn't know what to do next..." What, he didn't know whether to release Nadleeh???? LMAO. Inside joke. The rest of the questions are dead stupid. Especially Qn 4...what did Lulu do to Clovis, I don't wanna know. If this were real I'd bet the poor students would more laugh off their seats. The teacher must be an otaku.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My teaching today was fine, I waited 2 hrs for my class to arrive, so I managed primary 3, noisy class, but tons better than P4 class. I could well adjust to this without losing voice. I hope to take graduating classes, if any. Then I can sit and mark papers all day long...but well, my class came at 4pm, let them bathe and eat slowly, and had less than an hour with them to finish up homework. Kids are so smart these days, say they don't know how to do P3 cloze passage but know the meaning of prostitute. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My P2 class has a pair of twins, Zic and Zac. Yes I am not kidding those are their names and I could only tell them apart from name tags on pencil cases. They are a sad case, having divorced parents and they are being looked after by grandma, and their work is weak too, but that happens to most kids in the class. Talk about being "shielded from the varnish of the adult world". When the adult world gets to them, it's not a very nice sight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Planning new short manga on Quest for the truth. Still dreaming up storyline that is appropriate, like setting and angles and stuff. I'm such a novice to those who churn 20 pages a week and 45 a month.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7741771-3280861021176691853?l=crystaliterose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crystaliterose.blogspot.com/feeds/3280861021176691853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7741771&amp;postID=3280861021176691853' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741771/posts/default/3280861021176691853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741771/posts/default/3280861021176691853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crystaliterose.blogspot.com/2009/01/otaku-teacher.html' title='Otaku teacher'/><author><name>the forgotten artist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02053736325279272999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dDzh1MiFVtM/SSViC_QCUSI/AAAAAAAAADY/TsQW2ZrQkn8/S220/ban_retsuya2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dDzh1MiFVtM/SXXCCQpIOyI/AAAAAAAAAFE/QAF4RL5_sTg/s72-c/53be891af2cc5570507b8ffde1f68b021232428686_full.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7741771.post-4347375604035412208</id><published>2009-01-17T12:52:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-17T12:54:06.016+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New skin</title><content type='html'>Yep I changed my skin for fun...just got a bit bored of the skin I've been using ages. Took me a long time to find a nice skin to put my imeem, even though not enough space also...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7741771-4347375604035412208?l=crystaliterose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crystaliterose.blogspot.com/feeds/4347375604035412208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7741771&amp;postID=4347375604035412208' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741771/posts/default/4347375604035412208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741771/posts/default/4347375604035412208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crystaliterose.blogspot.com/2009/01/new-skin.html' title='New skin'/><author><name>the forgotten artist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02053736325279272999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dDzh1MiFVtM/SSViC_QCUSI/AAAAAAAAADY/TsQW2ZrQkn8/S220/ban_retsuya2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7741771.post-3863263421955095032</id><published>2009-01-16T17:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T17:06:34.170+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sad news for Hetalia fans...or is it?</title><content type='html'>OMGWTFBBQFHHSJHHJSFSHHSHH WHY???!?!!!!?!?!?!!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KIDS STATION HAS CANCELLED HETALIA ANIME!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looks like the Koreans win for now, but poor poor Hidekaz sama is so so sad he doesn't have an anime...BUT! We can have it streamed on the internet. So all is not lost! The koreans can protest all they can a small group is not enough to stop it from being aired. The Korea character is not going to be shown anyway...I don't see CHINA complaining. Maybe it's because most of Koreans spend half their time surfing the net.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HETALIA MUST LIVE ON!!!! It shall not be the end of history!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll go over and give the author a big hug...it's bummed when your anime is cancelled cos of a protest.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7741771-3863263421955095032?l=crystaliterose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crystaliterose.blogspot.com/feeds/3863263421955095032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7741771&amp;postID=3863263421955095032' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741771/posts/default/3863263421955095032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741771/posts/default/3863263421955095032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crystaliterose.blogspot.com/2009/01/sad-news-for-hetalia-fansor-is-it.html' title='Sad news for Hetalia fans...or is it?'/><author><name>the forgotten artist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02053736325279272999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dDzh1MiFVtM/SSViC_QCUSI/AAAAAAAAADY/TsQW2ZrQkn8/S220/ban_retsuya2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7741771.post-6119950582048993486</id><published>2009-01-14T21:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T21:57:54.799+08:00</updated><title type='text'>further teaching+decisions+hetalia</title><content type='html'>I was thinking, I said that after I get my results I would go on to relief teaching. I mean, I started off as a 3 times per week part time teacher cum child management officer at BPGC's student care centre, I should be fine with teaching a real class right? I feel it's fine now, so I'll probably stick with them for at least 1 more month. Question is, would I be able to last? I'd also better think fast, cos I've got a saved seat at Hong Kah Primary and I don't want that to go to waste. Can try South view or (damn!)CHIJ bukit timah or maybe with mel at SC. Blahhhh why am I saying this even though I haven't the least registered????? Well I ought to be independent and not mooch off my parents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also in the decision making pile is Mission trip. From 3rd April to 10th. One week in Lipa city, Philippines, reaching out to non-believing tagalog speaking youths. My brother is pressing me to go for it and so is everyone else. Besides me it will be for the ex-JC ppl who are enjoying life and the poly and ITE ppl. So I really have been praying and waiting for the Lord's instruction, but something is also pulling me to go. It might do me some good. Another thing is the Young adults music. I have to hand over my skills(but not C4C the franchise belongs to me alone I may just do it in secret) to the juniors in Noticeboard and young adults is recruiting me into their music for piano and keyboard(more keyboard cos there are quite a few) so i still need more prayer. Good to put lazy piano to good use...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still spending time on Hetalia learning about the histories of countries (in your face uzzy history ain't over, it's about to get EVEN BETTER). Is reading things on China and it's eccentricities. Ok, they are making fun of it. They were slamming the fake Disneyland China had made and all the fake Hello kitties and Hamtaros. Did you know China Kitties have a mouth? Check it yourself! And those ppl say that it is original it's just a few changes HELLO???!!!!! Not to be racist or against China but sometimes things have to be fair. Or not china will go raving mad over the anime like its Korean neighbours. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I need some drawing inspiration.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7741771-6119950582048993486?l=crystaliterose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crystaliterose.blogspot.com/feeds/6119950582048993486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7741771&amp;postID=6119950582048993486' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741771/posts/default/6119950582048993486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741771/posts/default/6119950582048993486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crystaliterose.blogspot.com/2009/01/further-teachingdecisionshetalia.html' title='further teaching+decisions+hetalia'/><author><name>the forgotten artist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02053736325279272999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dDzh1MiFVtM/SSViC_QCUSI/AAAAAAAAADY/TsQW2ZrQkn8/S220/ban_retsuya2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7741771.post-2653701827128038127</id><published>2009-01-10T21:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T21:43:43.695+08:00</updated><title type='text'>prison class</title><content type='html'>Next time, I'm getting another class and leave the adults to deal with the P4 class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was 6 kids and 1 of me, so naturally I had problems. My usual troublemaker was doing damage again, so I ignored him the rest of the day, then he got bored and started annoying everyone else, so I sent him out (or rather he walked out cos I told him he was disturbing the class). Who knew the fellow started dancing around outside and coming in and out of the class...so I said he either stays in or out, if he stays in he has to keep quiet. Then he started throwing this huge tantrum and crying that I didn't bother about him, but I told him that he's not going to get any respect until he gives others that respect. I nearly blubbed myself, so I called the head and she took him out. I'm not trying to complain but sometimes nothing works on such kids. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'll do some other class. Just for variety cos if I teach english these kids either don't understand or give up halfway. And my chinese sucks balls too, so translation is a bitch for me. I'm fine if the kids behave, even if they are slightly slower, but I'm also trying to make them do their own work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait till my friends have their first tryout before I start seriously considering a teaching job. Or not I may need to find some admin job...which is boring as hell or even give private tuition.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7741771-2653701827128038127?l=crystaliterose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crystaliterose.blogspot.com/feeds/2653701827128038127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7741771&amp;postID=2653701827128038127' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741771/posts/default/2653701827128038127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741771/posts/default/2653701827128038127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crystaliterose.blogspot.com/2009/01/prison-class.html' title='prison class'/><author><name>the forgotten artist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02053736325279272999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dDzh1MiFVtM/SSViC_QCUSI/AAAAAAAAADY/TsQW2ZrQkn8/S220/ban_retsuya2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7741771.post-3773387423780941935</id><published>2009-01-09T10:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T10:32:38.096+08:00</updated><title type='text'>farewell+class teaching</title><content type='html'>Yesterday I went with uzzy and SL to have a bit of a farewell gathering. Had lunch at Shokudo(this Jap marche thing) and then marched to Mindcafe. Played a lot of funny games that I've never seen, then went down to this posh western restaurant(my stomach was acting up again so to keep safe I ate clam chowder). CRAP the CAMWHORE. I really don't like to pose so suddenly, it'll take a while for me to stop acting shy, heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well so it's goodbye my friend for 2 weeks in the army...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And also my teaching volunteer job. Having been put into this class of 5 I think I was going to die. Some were ok, but there are always bad eggs in the class. One particular boy was so noisy I nearly had to roar at him but I couldn't. Then his cloze passage problems drove me nuts. After I got the warrant to send him out, he gave me silent treatment. My mother also came back yesterday exhausted. Thank god I'm doing this 3 times a week. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I can't even control this class, how am I gonna control a real class? Or maybe I should stick with girls' schools like SCGS...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7741771-3773387423780941935?l=crystaliterose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crystaliterose.blogspot.com/feeds/3773387423780941935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7741771&amp;postID=3773387423780941935' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741771/posts/default/3773387423780941935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741771/posts/default/3773387423780941935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crystaliterose.blogspot.com/2009/01/farewellclass-teaching.html' title='farewell+class teaching'/><author><name>the forgotten artist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02053736325279272999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dDzh1MiFVtM/SSViC_QCUSI/AAAAAAAAADY/TsQW2ZrQkn8/S220/ban_retsuya2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7741771.post-6026703093576181885</id><published>2009-01-07T15:04:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T20:02:21.121+08:00</updated><title type='text'>personification of world countries a fad?!</title><content type='html'>I've recently been hooked onto this new manga, but it requires some history background knowledge before you can fully understand some situations. So the name of this new manga is...Hetalia Axis Powers!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me give a brief background knowledge on this. The word ヘたれ (hetare) means useless, and combined with Italy(pronounced italia in japanese), you get Hetalia. It's basically to play a pun on the uselessness of Italy during WW2. I bet Mussolini would have been proud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Personification is done to give each country a character, like for our main character(country), Northern Italy, is a happy-go-lucky clumsy person with serious Germany as a friend, and he loves pizza and pasta. He's also much of a coward. I'm not sure if that tallies with what really happened, but if it is that will be fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A recent joke I read from there is pretty lame. Japan ran out of food supplies, so he asked Italy for some food, in which the cheerful fellow gave him pasta. Poor Japan did not know what to do with the pasta sticks, so he used them as joss sticks and threw some into the rocks, so he had no food. Meanwhile Italy was dreaming up soy sauce pasta, while wondering what Japan was doing with the pasta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best thing is, the anime will come at the end of the month! I hope to see it soon~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;edit: they also chibified the explanation of china and Japan! Japan was brought up by kind china, but then Japan turned evil and turned against him, so China went this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm not your friend anymore!!!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wahahahahahaha I can't stop laughing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7741771-6026703093576181885?l=crystaliterose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crystaliterose.blogspot.com/feeds/6026703093576181885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7741771&amp;postID=6026703093576181885' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741771/posts/default/6026703093576181885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741771/posts/default/6026703093576181885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crystaliterose.blogspot.com/2009/01/personification-of-world-countries-fad.html' title='personification of world countries a fad?!'/><author><name>the forgotten artist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02053736325279272999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dDzh1MiFVtM/SSViC_QCUSI/AAAAAAAAADY/TsQW2ZrQkn8/S220/ban_retsuya2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7741771.post-3022505388210367272</id><published>2009-01-03T20:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-03T20:24:43.364+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New year, new start</title><content type='html'>Looks like this is going to be one crazy year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just got back from another movie outing, this time watching Ponyo at the cliff by the sea(崖の上のポニョ。I really love writing it in Japanese). Not a bad movie, I can see how it got its almost 5 stars. A whimsical tale typical of Miyazaki-sama. This will be one of the last few outings before SL goes off to military camp, but what the hey, at least it's still fun, even though we spent a lot on movies and my allowance has been cut and all. My current volunteering job offers no pay, and I enjoy it. I'm just not ready to teach a real class yet. Maybe I'll try once I'm ready, if not I'll go job scouting. I might end up as a cashier, horrors!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also need to do some drawing and Japanese studying, I'm getting laid back on it. Why can't there be some job where I can sell some of my drawings for file covers and bookmarks??? I saw that in SC's PW bazzar when I was sec 3. Now that's a job worth doing, I could set up my own business. If only my parents could understand that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhhhhhhh heck. It's weird when everyone else is starting school and here we are in limbo. I still feel like it's not 2009.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7741771-3022505388210367272?l=crystaliterose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crystaliterose.blogspot.com/feeds/3022505388210367272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7741771&amp;postID=3022505388210367272' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741771/posts/default/3022505388210367272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741771/posts/default/3022505388210367272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crystaliterose.blogspot.com/2009/01/new-year-new-start.html' title='New year, new start'/><author><name>the forgotten artist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02053736325279272999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dDzh1MiFVtM/SSViC_QCUSI/AAAAAAAAADY/TsQW2ZrQkn8/S220/ban_retsuya2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7741771.post-7648367202723995230</id><published>2008-12-25T14:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-25T15:04:51.755+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Christmas hurray!!!</title><content type='html'>Yep it's that time of the year again and a reminder that this crazy year is coming to a close...I really need to find more things to do during the long break. I dunno if I'll be called in to teach the kids at FSC every day but I'll try it out first and if I feel I need something more hardcore AND a pay I'll try something different. I really can't imagine myself working outside cos I still look like some primary school kid earning money...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I went out with SL to Orchard(we really need to find new places only 2 freaking weeks left before going to physical training camp aka ARMY). Went to Kino to let him splurge his 200 bucks on whatever there is like some fanboy stuff. It all adds up to a glorious sum but thanks to vouchers and my member card he just paid $1 something. Compared to the person who spends 2 hrs in the bookstore, only coming out with 1 book and later regretting what she just bought. After makan, went to catch Bolt. Not to bad, given the slew of movies on the list that were not worth watching. Then we travelled to church for dinner, chatting at an elusive part of the church(that my bro said earlier, searched the whole church but couldn't find us) and enjoyed the play and sermon. Really enjoyed the company, thank heavens my bro didn't find us and gossip to the whole church but later in the car he rambled on about not being able to talk to him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, gotta bathe, I've got dog and cat fur all over me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7741771-7648367202723995230?l=crystaliterose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crystaliterose.blogspot.com/feeds/7648367202723995230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7741771&amp;postID=7648367202723995230' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741771/posts/default/7648367202723995230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741771/posts/default/7648367202723995230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crystaliterose.blogspot.com/2008/12/its-christmas-hurray.html' title='It&apos;s Christmas hurray!!!'/><author><name>the forgotten artist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02053736325279272999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dDzh1MiFVtM/SSViC_QCUSI/AAAAAAAAADY/TsQW2ZrQkn8/S220/ban_retsuya2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7741771.post-3637764153977567981</id><published>2008-12-22T12:13:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T12:25:49.463+08:00</updated><title type='text'>christmas time numbs people of the real meaning</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dDzh1MiFVtM/SU8VBLqMZwI/AAAAAAAAAE8/l9oFZmq3s1I/s1600-h/DSC00210.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/_dDzh1MiFVtM/SU8VBLqMZwI/AAAAAAAAAE8/l9oFZmq3s1I/s320/DSC00210.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282463997982697218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tamatamatamatama~~~that annoying Keroro thing keeps ringing in my head thanks to Lucky Star. I spotted this on someone's bag at church and I couldn't help but laugh and take a picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bought stuff for people, all that is left is Esme's stuff. Blast and crap I can't even remember what day is her birthday so I'll just find something up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I seriously need to do something to my hair. My mum thinks of cutting it.....NONONONONO I spent like months regrowing it and I want it to stay that way. But the whole family is trying to save money and my father is becoming too meticulous over his funds...so a lot of things will have to wait. Mehhhhhhh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7741771-3637764153977567981?l=crystaliterose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crystaliterose.blogspot.com/feeds/3637764153977567981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7741771&amp;postID=3637764153977567981' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741771/posts/default/3637764153977567981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741771/posts/default/3637764153977567981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crystaliterose.blogspot.com/2008/12/christmas-time-numbs-people-of-real.html' title='christmas time numbs people of the real meaning'/><author><name>the forgotten artist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02053736325279272999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dDzh1MiFVtM/SSViC_QCUSI/AAAAAAAAADY/TsQW2ZrQkn8/S220/ban_retsuya2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dDzh1MiFVtM/SU8VBLqMZwI/AAAAAAAAAE8/l9oFZmq3s1I/s72-c/DSC00210.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7741771.post-2306413612456660254</id><published>2008-12-17T18:08:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T18:17:26.500+08:00</updated><title type='text'>trek up the only prominent landform in Singapore</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dDzh1MiFVtM/SUjQTBjVYLI/AAAAAAAAAEo/Zzr6bOubpdQ/s1600-h/DSC00208.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/_dDzh1MiFVtM/SUjQTBjVYLI/AAAAAAAAAEo/Zzr6bOubpdQ/s320/DSC00208.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280699588344635570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My crazy father just decided to bring us all out to Bukit Timah hill for a trek in the freaking hot weather and I must have climbed about 200 steps and stepping in mud. I don't see the whole point in climbing up there actually. There were, however, a lot of interesting wildlife, and once again, another troupe of monkeys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next time I'm not living in a place near monkeys.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7741771-2306413612456660254?l=crystaliterose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crystaliterose.blogspot.com/feeds/2306413612456660254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7741771&amp;postID=2306413612456660254' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741771/posts/default/2306413612456660254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741771/posts/default/2306413612456660254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crystaliterose.blogspot.com/2008/12/trek-up-only-prominent-landform-in.html' title='trek up the only prominent landform in Singapore'/><author><name>the forgotten artist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02053736325279272999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dDzh1MiFVtM/SSViC_QCUSI/AAAAAAAAADY/TsQW2ZrQkn8/S220/ban_retsuya2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dDzh1MiFVtM/SUjQTBjVYLI/AAAAAAAAAEo/Zzr6bOubpdQ/s72-c/DSC00208.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7741771.post-5982627134644991291</id><published>2008-12-16T21:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T21:29:44.967+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Exercise.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dDzh1MiFVtM/SUeq98FuXkI/AAAAAAAAAEg/VMJq7Q_lH5U/s1600-h/DSC00207.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/_dDzh1MiFVtM/SUeq98FuXkI/AAAAAAAAAEg/VMJq7Q_lH5U/s320/DSC00207.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280377069194075714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My cousins have gone back to Malacca, so its back to the old routine. Yet there is always something missing...maybe if I ever cross to ubin or tekong I'll remember that in the middle waters is where my grandmother is laid. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been trying out a lot on chibis and proportioning,so that I can create chibis with ease. It's only unique that manga can transit between serious and cute, such a good characteristic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll give a quiz to fill this up.&lt;br /&gt;1. What does your deviantart name mean and why did you join this site?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The name of a character I was obsessed with in my childhood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. What fandom were you obsessed with when you joined and what are you into now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was and still on Naruto, though at different degrees&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. How many watchers do you have now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I need workout.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Name 3 of your favorite artists on DA&lt;br /&gt;1.Pokefreak 2.brokendeathangel 3.akatoki&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Do you comment, fav, or both?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Depends…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Do you participate in clubs' contests here on DA?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not yet…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. What is your most popular deviation?&lt;br /&gt;Bah, no one comments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yadda yadda &gt;.&gt;;;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. What are you favorite non-anime TV shows?&lt;br /&gt;Does Avatar count?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. What are the things you wish you could draw better?&lt;br /&gt;Perspective and backgrounds&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Summer or winter?&lt;br /&gt;My country has only these seasons: Rain, sun, haze.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Rain or Sun?&lt;br /&gt;Rain, it has a nice view.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. What's your favorite type of music?&lt;br /&gt;Visual Kei and J-rock &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. PC or Mac?&lt;br /&gt;Macmacmac&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Anime or Manga?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both~~~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Coke or Pepsi?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is there a diff? Coke. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Read or TV?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Read. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. How many hours a day do you spend on DA?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not that much unless it’s a lot of deviations. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Name a hidden talent&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can literally touch my nose with my tongue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Flash or traditional cartoons?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. What is your favorite fast food restaurant?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like duh. Macs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. What are top 3 favorite books?&lt;br /&gt;Does manga count? Argh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Wii or Playstation?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Playstation. I hit people with Wii&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. Name 3 of your favorite bands&lt;br /&gt;T.M.Revolution&lt;br /&gt;An Cafe&lt;br /&gt;Ali Project&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. Are you a fast, slow, or medium typer?&lt;br /&gt;Slowpoke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. Do you like Denny's?&lt;br /&gt;Been there once…not bad…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. What is your favorite emoticon?&lt;br /&gt;XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. Have you ever stayed up for 24 hours?&lt;br /&gt;No…need sleep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. Do you go on YouTube alot?&lt;br /&gt;Quite a bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. Are you a member on any other sites besides DA?&lt;br /&gt;Livejournal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. Do you cosplay?&lt;br /&gt;Nope. I wish ;A; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. Fruits or sweets?&lt;br /&gt;Sweets rule!!!&gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. Name 3 artists you admire&lt;br /&gt;Ahhh 1.mandachan 2.pokefreak 3.brokendeathangel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. Buttered, plain, or salted popcorn?&lt;br /&gt;Salted&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. Have you skipped school?&lt;br /&gt;Me? Skip school? No way!! Unless the lessons are so useless or boring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36. Have you been on a plane?&lt;br /&gt;Yes~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37. Have you swum in an ocean?&lt;br /&gt;Yep, but I can’t remember when&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38. Have you been iceskating?&lt;br /&gt;Yep, at the only rink on the whole island.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39. Favorite vacation spot&lt;br /&gt;ahhh it depends where I go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40. Ever been on tv?&lt;br /&gt;Never.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41. Favorite salad dressing?&lt;br /&gt;I don’t like salad, but if I had to it is cheese.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;42. What do you do to relax?&lt;br /&gt;Do the com lah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;43. What is the last film you saw in the theaters?&lt;br /&gt;Madagascar 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;44. Favorite Sandwich&lt;br /&gt;Ham and cheese.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;45. If you could go anywhere in the world, where would you go?&lt;br /&gt;Japan of course!. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;46. Favorite time of the day?&lt;br /&gt;Evening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;47. What did you want to be when you were little?&lt;br /&gt;A doctor. If only I knew about the hard work…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;48. What do you want to be now?&lt;br /&gt;Comic artist or anything to do with science.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;49. If you could eat with one person, who would it be?&lt;br /&gt;My friends and my family XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;50. What character would you hate to be stuck in a room with?&lt;br /&gt;My brother?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;51. When is your birthday?&lt;br /&gt;October 23&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;52. Favorite type of ice cream?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chocolate and mint. &lt;br /&gt;53. Last book you read?&lt;br /&gt;My sketching book?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;54. Which store would you max out a credit card at?&lt;br /&gt;I am too thrifty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;55. Do you buy / sell / both on ebay?&lt;br /&gt;No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;56. What is the most annoying thing people ask you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like, are you ok???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;57. Favorite all time tv show?&lt;br /&gt;Don’t have one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;58. What was your favorite show as a kid?&lt;br /&gt;Let’s &amp; Go!! My childhood continues to live on…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;59. What are you listening to right now?&lt;br /&gt;To the sound of despair...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;60. What is the last thing you ate?&lt;br /&gt;Instant noodles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;61. If you were a crayon what color would you be?&lt;br /&gt;Green. Cos I love it?? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;62. What is the first thing you notice about the opposite sex?&lt;br /&gt;Normally I don’t notice anything…I’m such a failure…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;63. Favorite sport to play?&lt;br /&gt;Tennis! Technically it’s the only sport I play -_-“&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;64. Favorite Day of the Year?&lt;br /&gt;*thinking*...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;65. Hugs or Kisses?&lt;br /&gt;Hugs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;66. Chocolate or vanilla?&lt;br /&gt;Chocolate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;67. Favorite Board Game?&lt;br /&gt;Nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;68. Favorite smells&lt;br /&gt;Bacon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;69. What inspires you?&lt;br /&gt;Mangas, Video games, my friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;70. Do you have any piercings?&lt;br /&gt;My earrings?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;71. How many siblings do you have?&lt;br /&gt;1 brother&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;72. Bacon Bits or croutons?&lt;br /&gt;Bacon bits&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;73. Favorite Day of the Week?&lt;br /&gt;Saturday~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;74. Favorite phrase?&lt;br /&gt;Aw shaddup…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;75. Favorite Restaurant?&lt;br /&gt;Jung Shu jin (Korean restaurant(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;76. Favorite animal?&lt;br /&gt;Fox&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;77. Favorite thing to do outside&lt;br /&gt;Hang out with friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;78. Favorite thing to do when it's raining?&lt;br /&gt;Sleeping...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;79. Favorite Disney character&lt;br /&gt;Nemo &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;80. Do you like coffee? If so, what is your favorite&lt;br /&gt;Don’t drink coffee…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7741771-5982627134644991291?l=crystaliterose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crystaliterose.blogspot.com/feeds/5982627134644991291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7741771&amp;postID=5982627134644991291' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741771/posts/default/5982627134644991291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741771/posts/default/5982627134644991291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crystaliterose.blogspot.com/2008/12/exercise.html' title='Exercise.'/><author><name>the forgotten artist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02053736325279272999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dDzh1MiFVtM/SSViC_QCUSI/AAAAAAAAADY/TsQW2ZrQkn8/S220/ban_retsuya2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dDzh1MiFVtM/SUeq98FuXkI/AAAAAAAAAEg/VMJq7Q_lH5U/s72-c/DSC00207.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7741771.post-7759810532013743456</id><published>2008-12-15T10:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T10:31:17.566+08:00</updated><title type='text'>christmas stuff</title><content type='html'>With Christmas coming soon, and to officially start becoming a woman, I think my list will be more precise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) A nice comfortable bag, but not too expensive like some prada.&lt;br /&gt;2)I need sports shoes. Having only two pairs is pathetic.&lt;br /&gt;3)A speaker. I'm ok with a fluffy one though my bro says a traditional one is better.&lt;br /&gt;4)Black eyeliner&lt;br /&gt;5)My hair rebonded&lt;br /&gt;6)I MUST TRY AND GO SHOPPING LIKE A NORMAL GIRL ARGGHHGJJFIJOSJWDNKJWB&lt;br /&gt;7)Sebastian and Ciel in a wrapped gift box...sadly the Pullip dolls only come in like god knows when.&lt;br /&gt;8)This worked for me the last time. Surprise me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now to go off and show my malaysian cousins around town...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7741771-7759810532013743456?l=crystaliterose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crystaliterose.blogspot.com/feeds/7759810532013743456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7741771&amp;postID=7759810532013743456' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741771/posts/default/7759810532013743456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741771/posts/default/7759810532013743456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crystaliterose.blogspot.com/2008/12/christmas-stuff.html' title='christmas stuff'/><author><name>the forgotten artist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02053736325279272999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dDzh1MiFVtM/SSViC_QCUSI/AAAAAAAAADY/TsQW2ZrQkn8/S220/ban_retsuya2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7741771.post-5932195707965458606</id><published>2008-12-11T18:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T00:17:06.086+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The day my world stood still.</title><content type='html'>Death comes quickly, it's hard to bear. Knowing one is safely in the arms of the Lord is only the most comforting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, I'm not just talking about the movie. Still, I'll just talk about it first before you start hearing me bawl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SL and I went on a short trip to watch the movie, and basically it's about aliens invading the earth to save it. From the humans. In the place where global warming, deforestation and overuse of fossil fuels (not counting the impending economic crisis), it seems that the aliens want to create a Noah's flood situation in which man's sin leads to God flushing mankind literally. But then the savior comes in the form of Keanu Reeves. Naturally wooden and very Neo-ish, in my opinion, except when he totally bungled the glory of the chinese language. I swear, I nearly bowled over laughing at his feeble attempt to speak chinese to this old man. Ok, so our chinese isn't that disastrous after all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that I got a call saying my grandma passed away. Now that was when my world stood still literally. I wasn't in the mood to talk about anything, but I didn't want to blub so hard either, which I really did when I got back to my grandma's house. It was just yesterday when I was patting her hand, and watching the chinese 9pm show. Dammit I just should have stayed longer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later I also got the news that my pastor's mother-in-law also died about 30 min later. Cancer is just so terrible. I'd only wish my bio was better so i could understand it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;edit: It's Friday morning, and I'm really tired. Waiting to go home...I have something more to write, but I think that will come later cos I'm using my uncle's com.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7741771-5932195707965458606?l=crystaliterose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crystaliterose.blogspot.com/feeds/5932195707965458606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7741771&amp;postID=5932195707965458606' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741771/posts/default/5932195707965458606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741771/posts/default/5932195707965458606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crystaliterose.blogspot.com/2008/12/day-my-world-stood-still.html' title='The day my world stood still.'/><author><name>the forgotten artist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02053736325279272999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dDzh1MiFVtM/SSViC_QCUSI/AAAAAAAAADY/TsQW2ZrQkn8/S220/ban_retsuya2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7741771.post-4727607940427671274</id><published>2008-12-05T13:00:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-05T13:10:03.847+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Brother is back from china...</title><content type='html'>My bro is a total spendthrift, but I'm still satisfied with the stuff he bought me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dDzh1MiFVtM/STi1n7gu2xI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/_2c8Kl-MmL4/s1600-h/Image002%232.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/_dDzh1MiFVtM/STi1n7gu2xI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/_2c8Kl-MmL4/s320/Image002%232.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276166661059042066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Behold! The DTK shinigami ring!!! However, he should have bought two, cos only one kills the symmetry!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dDzh1MiFVtM/STi2cOlXBSI/AAAAAAAAAEY/LYf8dZGhaBA/s1600-h/Image003%232.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/_dDzh1MiFVtM/STi2cOlXBSI/AAAAAAAAAEY/LYf8dZGhaBA/s320/Image003%232.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276167559531922722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D.Gray-man poker cards. A pic to admire at every card. Stuff I would expect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still trying to have the discipline to learn Japanese... this is getting harder than I thought.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7741771-4727607940427671274?l=crystaliterose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crystaliterose.blogspot.com/feeds/4727607940427671274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7741771&amp;postID=4727607940427671274' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741771/posts/default/4727607940427671274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741771/posts/default/4727607940427671274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crystaliterose.blogspot.com/2008/12/brother-is-back-from-china.html' title='Brother is back from china...'/><author><name>the forgotten artist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02053736325279272999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dDzh1MiFVtM/SSViC_QCUSI/AAAAAAAAADY/TsQW2ZrQkn8/S220/ban_retsuya2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dDzh1MiFVtM/STi1n7gu2xI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/_2c8Kl-MmL4/s72-c/Image002%232.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7741771.post-4097825639027683339</id><published>2008-11-28T20:23:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-28T20:41:46.369+08:00</updated><title type='text'>allopatric speciation of native fowl</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dDzh1MiFVtM/SS_jhTFT9dI/AAAAAAAAAEI/kJkB--WcC_g/s1600-h/pic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 302px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dDzh1MiFVtM/SS_jhTFT9dI/AAAAAAAAAEI/kJkB--WcC_g/s320/pic.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273683849871881682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, not exactly. Me and SL went to Bird Park(really not the best place to go, but hey, it was ok) to go bird watching. Ok fine, just to rid ourselves of the mundane lives we are having after A levels, especially when all we are doing are slacking around. What a fine job to do. Walked around the park, I nearly got chased by a particularly nasty crowned pigeon who apparently liked by bag, found a chicken with an identity crisis in the middle of scarlet ibises( I ought to show the pic, it can be used as a motivational poster someday), saw pelicans, checked out some hawks, had lunch, went another round to see the lories(seen above) to watch them perch on other people. A discussion on geographical isolation on the species of birds followed. Urgh the relevance of bio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Jurong point for a stroll, went to Toys R' Us again( we really lost our childhood during these few years, didn't we?), met Ms Yeo, our former bio teacher(why do we always have to meet teachers whenever we go out??? It's almost terrifying), then had early dinner at Bento box before going home. I really ought not to waste food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Such meetings are fun, heheh. Saves us from becoming mindless zombies back home with no stimulation.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7741771-4097825639027683339?l=crystaliterose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crystaliterose.blogspot.com/feeds/4097825639027683339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7741771&amp;postID=4097825639027683339' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741771/posts/default/4097825639027683339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741771/posts/default/4097825639027683339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crystaliterose.blogspot.com/2008/11/allopatric-speciation-of-native-fowl.html' title='allopatric speciation of native fowl'/><author><name>the forgotten artist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02053736325279272999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dDzh1MiFVtM/SSViC_QCUSI/AAAAAAAAADY/TsQW2ZrQkn8/S220/ban_retsuya2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dDzh1MiFVtM/SS_jhTFT9dI/AAAAAAAAAEI/kJkB--WcC_g/s72-c/pic.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7741771.post-3271508742640887690</id><published>2008-11-24T17:57:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T18:04:02.718+08:00</updated><title type='text'>room clearing</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dDzh1MiFVtM/SSp6yzak7YI/AAAAAAAAADw/SunGd9w0amg/s1600-h/Image005.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/_dDzh1MiFVtM/SSp6yzak7YI/AAAAAAAAADw/SunGd9w0amg/s320/Image005.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272161327004315010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pig sty...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And after.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dDzh1MiFVtM/SSp69wxiY3I/AAAAAAAAAD4/OSa7UuM1tZk/s1600-h/Image002%231.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/_dDzh1MiFVtM/SSp69wxiY3I/AAAAAAAAAD4/OSa7UuM1tZk/s320/Image002%231.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272161515273872242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can see my table now!! LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, the rest of the shit is here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dDzh1MiFVtM/SSp7b1-zjRI/AAAAAAAAAEA/_IFy6nZAHrc/s1600-h/Image003%231.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/_dDzh1MiFVtM/SSp7b1-zjRI/AAAAAAAAAEA/_IFy6nZAHrc/s320/Image003%231.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272162032067775762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least until I find a space to put it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn slack now, cos I have perpetually nothing to do, but maybe tmr I'll be going to FSC to teach kids. Dunno if I'm up for the real teaching or not if I want to relief teach. Must ask En when she gets back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girls are supposed to get out and go shopping with friends!! Why the heck am I sitting here????&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7741771-3271508742640887690?l=crystaliterose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crystaliterose.blogspot.com/feeds/3271508742640887690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7741771&amp;postID=3271508742640887690' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741771/posts/default/3271508742640887690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741771/posts/default/3271508742640887690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crystaliterose.blogspot.com/2008/11/room-clearing.html' title='room clearing'/><author><name>the forgotten artist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02053736325279272999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dDzh1MiFVtM/SSViC_QCUSI/AAAAAAAAADY/TsQW2ZrQkn8/S220/ban_retsuya2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dDzh1MiFVtM/SSp6yzak7YI/AAAAAAAAADw/SunGd9w0amg/s72-c/Image005.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7741771.post-3912588193692541935</id><published>2008-11-22T15:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-22T16:04:05.764+08:00</updated><title type='text'>AFA AFA AFA</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"If you get lost, the easiest thing to do is to follow the cosplayers"--retsuya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's right AFA ROCKS. It's my first time to a major event and I just bowled over. Even though I only spent like 3 hrs there cos the feet got tired walking around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met Mel at the her house, then walked walked walked all the way to the convention hall (of course, we took MRT there we ain't superpeople). The place was damn packed. The express pre-order line was large but the normal queue was like, one whole line to the end of the 4th hall and then it made a loop back. That's how big the line was. And I had to be in the normal queue cos I didn't pre-order and there is no pre-order for 1 day. So I thought I was going to take the whole day to get to the end until mel amazingly cheated her way out of an extra ticket and I flew inside. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The place was FABULOUS. This is more of an industry thing, so there were merchandise and digital art workshops. And loads of cosplay. I took a damn load of pics, and the huge cameras were blinding me so I arrowed someone who was asking to take a shot and quickly take along with it. I will put up pics sometime in the future... But they had tons, like Soul Eater (I caught DTK, Chibi Medusa and Stein), KURO, Code Geass, I even found a Deidei, Sailor Moon, DN, even some tubby person dressed as Shinji Ikari, a Kanda, tons of Allen, a GUNDAM EXIA whom I heard took 20 min to dress up. This is heaven. Seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cosplayers were everywhere, even when mel and I went to macs and I saw an Allen playing YuGiOh. When I went to the toilet I saw a bunch of girls dressed up as Allen and Inuyasha. If you don't know what the catch is, they are MALE characters, so its amusing to see them in the girls bathroom. Mel and I tried to get out, then I saw this whole bunch of cosplayers and we followed them. Quite an odd group though, there was Tobi (Naruto), Inuyasha, Allen and Komui(DGM), Lambo(KHR) and a few goth girls. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amazed at the turnout. Oh, I also saw Esme, and i think I nearly broke her ribs. Her friend said I looked as if I was gonna rape her. LOLOLLOL. Then after that I saw her around 3 more times. It's either the venue is too small or it was fate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I said, pictures will be up soon. Ciao!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7741771-3912588193692541935?l=crystaliterose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crystaliterose.blogspot.com/feeds/3912588193692541935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7741771&amp;postID=3912588193692541935' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741771/posts/default/3912588193692541935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741771/posts/default/3912588193692541935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crystaliterose.blogspot.com/2008/11/afa-afa-afa.html' title='AFA AFA AFA'/><author><name>the forgotten artist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02053736325279272999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dDzh1MiFVtM/SSViC_QCUSI/AAAAAAAAADY/TsQW2ZrQkn8/S220/ban_retsuya2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7741771.post-6936485956459757064</id><published>2008-11-20T21:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T21:15:50.213+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Freedom is me</title><content type='html'>Finally, IT'S OVER!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bio mcq wasn't that mad, except maybe I got like 4 mistakes so far...I hope its just these 4 and not any more...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ran around the whole of Orchard Road today, back is damn suan, and a bunch of monkeys are trashing my bro's room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope I don't get too sian too fast.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7741771-6936485956459757064?l=crystaliterose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crystaliterose.blogspot.com/feeds/6936485956459757064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7741771&amp;postID=6936485956459757064' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741771/posts/default/6936485956459757064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741771/posts/default/6936485956459757064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crystaliterose.blogspot.com/2008/11/freedom-is-me.html' title='Freedom is me'/><author><name>the forgotten artist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02053736325279272999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dDzh1MiFVtM/SSViC_QCUSI/AAAAAAAAADY/TsQW2ZrQkn8/S220/ban_retsuya2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7741771.post-4858265691381218929</id><published>2008-11-12T15:46:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T15:53:49.845+08:00</updated><title type='text'>taking a break from impending doom.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dDzh1MiFVtM/SRqKOMaqGXI/AAAAAAAAADI/zuBniS0QHV8/s1600-h/Image003.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/_dDzh1MiFVtM/SRqKOMaqGXI/AAAAAAAAADI/zuBniS0QHV8/s320/Image003.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267674690619054450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yum, my dad's birthday cake. He's lived for half a century, yay!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deserts are nice, had some pistachio thing, but I ate the raspberries off my dad's ice cream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dDzh1MiFVtM/SRqKnsHW0II/AAAAAAAAADQ/o_J2u3faWgM/s1600-h/Image002.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/_dDzh1MiFVtM/SRqKnsHW0II/AAAAAAAAADQ/o_J2u3faWgM/s320/Image002.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267675128624763010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looks something like this. Really nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If only I could get Sebastian to make some nice desert for me along with Assam tea with rosehip mufufufu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 more papers left, the previous papers being either a joke or requiring brain skills. Screw cambridge. They really want to tire the crap out of us.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7741771-4858265691381218929?l=crystaliterose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crystaliterose.blogspot.com/feeds/4858265691381218929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7741771&amp;postID=4858265691381218929' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741771/posts/default/4858265691381218929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741771/posts/default/4858265691381218929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crystaliterose.blogspot.com/2008/11/taking-break-from-impending-doom.html' title='taking a break from impending doom.'/><author><name>the forgotten artist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02053736325279272999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dDzh1MiFVtM/SSViC_QCUSI/AAAAAAAAADY/TsQW2ZrQkn8/S220/ban_retsuya2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dDzh1MiFVtM/SRqKOMaqGXI/AAAAAAAAADI/zuBniS0QHV8/s72-c/Image003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7741771.post-3419900845143291177</id><published>2008-11-07T18:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T18:48:18.600+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the week has ended, the doom has begun</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dDzh1MiFVtM/SRQb1f7Vy5I/AAAAAAAAADA/GMZ-26cevRg/s1600-h/Image001%231.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/_dDzh1MiFVtM/SRQb1f7Vy5I/AAAAAAAAADA/GMZ-26cevRg/s320/Image001%231.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265864470220360594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Roughly how I felt after the teacher collected the math paper. Damn camera resolution.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week has been really tiring, cambridge is not making things any better. I really hope with my ability and God's grace, I'll be able to get As for my chem and math, a B for bio, a decent mark for gp and geog. I really want to get into pharmacy even though the thought of it seems bleak...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maths paper 2 today. Lost like 10 marks due to blanks, some more due to carelessness or not putting units, I just hope that it is good enough to gain me an A...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After this week I can burn my math stuff...no, it'll be dumped in my bro's room. I remember I said I would burn my O level stuff, but no, most of it is still sitting in my cupboard. So much for procrastination...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7741771-3419900845143291177?l=crystaliterose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crystaliterose.blogspot.com/feeds/3419900845143291177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7741771&amp;postID=3419900845143291177' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741771/posts/default/3419900845143291177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741771/posts/default/3419900845143291177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crystaliterose.blogspot.com/2008/11/week-has-ended-doom-has-begun.html' title='the week has ended, the doom has begun'/><author><name>the forgotten artist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02053736325279272999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dDzh1MiFVtM/SSViC_QCUSI/AAAAAAAAADY/TsQW2ZrQkn8/S220/ban_retsuya2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dDzh1MiFVtM/SRQb1f7Vy5I/AAAAAAAAADA/GMZ-26cevRg/s72-c/Image001%231.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7741771.post-5293963810068305454</id><published>2008-10-26T16:01:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T16:23:05.312+08:00</updated><title type='text'>birthday gifts</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dDzh1MiFVtM/SQQkJdTvAjI/AAAAAAAAACo/EyPgaWr0Wgs/s1600-h/Image001.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/_dDzh1MiFVtM/SQQkJdTvAjI/AAAAAAAAACo/EyPgaWr0Wgs/s320/Image001.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261370009580405298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Describes me perfectly well, hohoho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being 18 isn't that much of a change, after all I still have A levels in a week's time. RAWRARRRGHHHHH. Birthdays are what keeps me a little sane. I am allowed to drive, watch m18 shows(not like I've already watched them), drink(sure enough, the lady at the bar said I looked 16. I knew this was coming...), and whatsoever. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you're 18, you don't get wrapped presents. You get...&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dDzh1MiFVtM/SQQnO93-6YI/AAAAAAAAACw/Oym5kGVnIYM/s1600-h/Image004.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/_dDzh1MiFVtM/SQQnO93-6YI/AAAAAAAAACw/Oym5kGVnIYM/s320/Image004.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261373402756606338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; this. It's really nice, S.L bought it for me. Always Retsuya. Mwahaha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for church, I finally got my cake!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dDzh1MiFVtM/SQQoQ4oAWqI/AAAAAAAAAC4/zFwHAH2GCbY/s1600-h/Image002.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/_dDzh1MiFVtM/SQQoQ4oAWqI/AAAAAAAAAC4/zFwHAH2GCbY/s320/Image002.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261374535218780834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..........so its half eaten. But i couldn't finish cos I had chicken rice to finish, tried to dump the rice on my bro but he ate my cake instead. I wasted the rice yet again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Needs to do compre now, can't spend too long cos dad taking me out for long overdue dinner...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7741771-5293963810068305454?l=crystaliterose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crystaliterose.blogspot.com/feeds/5293963810068305454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7741771&amp;postID=5293963810068305454' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741771/posts/default/5293963810068305454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741771/posts/default/5293963810068305454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crystaliterose.blogspot.com/2008/10/birthday-gifts.html' title='birthday gifts'/><author><name>the forgotten artist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02053736325279272999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dDzh1MiFVtM/SSViC_QCUSI/AAAAAAAAADY/TsQW2ZrQkn8/S220/ban_retsuya2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dDzh1MiFVtM/SQQkJdTvAjI/AAAAAAAAACo/EyPgaWr0Wgs/s72-c/Image001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7741771.post-1180101277180390777</id><published>2008-10-13T10:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T10:53:37.900+08:00</updated><title type='text'>crap it's raining pikachus &gt;.&gt;</title><content type='html'>Approximately 25 min left till my geog consultation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you believe the school coms are so unfair?? They shut me out of hotmail. How can ppl send stuff to their emails if they don't have thumbdrives?? And worse, I can't read manga. Felt so satisfied listening to Kid sing on the character single. Miyano Mamoru (his DAMN HAWT voicer) sings so good. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I need to work a lot harder with the study. Exactly 21 days left to the doom. Not that I am counting down to it...oh but I am counting down to my bday (not that I'm going to be free to enjoy anything buhhhh). Since I am so free, I shall make a list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Retsuya's wishlist for her 18th birthday, aged 17 yrs and 355 days:&lt;br /&gt;1)Throw me at Kino (but I reckon whatever I buy will be hidden and kept till after A levels)&lt;br /&gt;2)New T-shirts&lt;br /&gt;3)A nice dinner. That will be provided by my dad and bro&lt;br /&gt;4)A Gundam model. A nice big one.(seriously, I've been itching to make one since 2 years ago.)&lt;br /&gt;5)Kid wrapped in a box...no just kidding. Is there really one???&lt;br /&gt;6)Someone find me a Narutimate Accel 2 so I can torture Sasugay's ass with BOMBS!&lt;br /&gt;7)A new phone plan&lt;br /&gt;8)Surprise me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't expect anything much. Besides the fact that I also have to get my mum a present...this is what happens when you share the same bday as your mother...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok I think I have to chase Mr Leong now...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7741771-1180101277180390777?l=crystaliterose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crystaliterose.blogspot.com/feeds/1180101277180390777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7741771&amp;postID=1180101277180390777' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741771/posts/default/1180101277180390777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741771/posts/default/1180101277180390777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crystaliterose.blogspot.com/2008/10/crap-its-raining-pikachus.html' title='crap it&apos;s raining pikachus &gt;.&gt;'/><author><name>the forgotten artist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02053736325279272999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dDzh1MiFVtM/SSViC_QCUSI/AAAAAAAAADY/TsQW2ZrQkn8/S220/ban_retsuya2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7741771.post-5175000964101985438</id><published>2008-10-10T17:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T17:40:02.307+08:00</updated><title type='text'>friendships and farewells</title><content type='html'>Everytime there is a farewell, it would always bring me back to the times of CHIJ Bukit Timah (now Our Lady Queen of Peace. URGH) when we were dressed in white dresses and had a candle in each hand. There we softly sang:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;As we go on, we remember, all the times we spent together&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;As our lives change, come whatever, we will still be friends forever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every time I hear this song in my head, it makes me think: Are there really going to be true farewells? After all, my JC life has ended, and off to the real world we go. Can we be able to keep the past as treasured memories or just good riddance to it all? I have tried, throughout my 3 schools, to see if I can keep their memories intact with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This song also brings me to our friends. From my side, i haven't had many friends until I discovered this little girl opposite my cousin's house. She happened to be my classmate, and we have been inseparable. So far, she was the only friend I had with me, even through the times when I was weak. Then in Pri 4, another friend came into my life. She had just transferred from another school and had joined my cca (Science and Tech). She too, introduced the two of us to another girl from another class, and that's where it all began. Beginnings of Da Girlz (then called Disney girls cos of JN's realisation of our resemblance to the characters in the book of the same name).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We then started to do a lot of crazy stuff. They were the ones whom I invited for birthday parties. We were the ones who crammed ourselves into the toilet cubicle and swore we would continue to be friends. We had an IDENTITY. And what happened after PSLE? Me and 2 friends had decided to end up in SCGS together, but one of them, to the wishes of her parents, went to NYGS. Ok, maybe that did piss us off a little. So off we went.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In SCGS is a new "kim gek" system, but me and my friend (ok, that's mel to me) still stuck by each other even though we were in different classes after 6 years of being together. In sec 3 we had finally got a chance to meet up! I was worried though, being the mediator as mel had a feud with JN about friendship in her blog. I wanted them to forgive each other because it was un-christ-like and I didn't want to lose my friends. Nevertheless, we went out and got neoprints! (heck why was I so unlucky to lose all of them thanks to a stupid SKIRT THIEF). I was glad that we had not forgotten each other. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next blow was when JN was migrating to NZ. We had O levels, so we couldn't send her off. Thank God for msn where there was once all 4 of us were speaking on the net. I believe that no boundary can separate us now, whether national or different schools or grudges. Friends have become so important to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was only yesterday when I was reminded of this. After 6 months of no contact since Life Con, mel has stuck with me since (12 years! can you believe it??), even though she is now in the best school in the country. We have a maxim in the sch: One family unbroken. I can't believe the irony, are we still going to stay there as alumni? Are we still going to remember who were our classmates whom we've never spoke to? It's such a different story at HCI, where many still return year after year even when they are balding and grey (ppl like my dad don't bother lol). At SA, I am glad to have made many friends who may last for lifetimes. From a bullied troubled girl to a loud, friendly electrifying (otaku), I think it is a progress. You can hear how I made friends in the stupidest of circumstances (like tripping over each other while ice skating in FBTs), and see where that has taken me. The friendships that we have made ought to be remembered. I'll never regret mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To mel, JN and Shani: How I wish God could just give us 1 day with each other, and remember the dreams we had, the lives that have gone past. Then we shall truly say FRIENDS FOREVER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To the rest of my wonderful friends: Thank you for being there for me. I really appreciate it!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7741771-5175000964101985438?l=crystaliterose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crystaliterose.blogspot.com/feeds/5175000964101985438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7741771&amp;postID=5175000964101985438' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741771/posts/default/5175000964101985438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741771/posts/default/5175000964101985438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crystaliterose.blogspot.com/2008/10/friendships-and-farewells.html' title='friendships and farewells'/><author><name>the forgotten artist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02053736325279272999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dDzh1MiFVtM/SSViC_QCUSI/AAAAAAAAADY/TsQW2ZrQkn8/S220/ban_retsuya2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7741771.post-6039318701528965329</id><published>2008-10-03T12:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-03T12:38:25.849+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bottleneck effect</title><content type='html'>I came home from school to find the fish all dead. The crime scene was the tank, at least 12 casualties, one survivor. Surviving fish has been placed back into the original tank before the whole group was taken out into a larger tank to protect them from falling paint. The cause of death was due to my dad's folly in putting fish out of their normal environment into tap water which had been cleaned. My bro told him not to, but no, my dad's half deaf in one ear and sometimes he can pretend not to hear anything. So my father indirectly killed the fish. Again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is what I call the bottleneck effect. Definition: A large population being wiped out by an epidemic, leaving only a few (in this case, one) that luckily survive, so the gene pool has decreased. (see I have been studying biology)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's either the fish get eaten by the cat and left to rot, or they commit suicide by jumping into the motor, or they get killed by a change of environment. When does my father learn to have a dog instead of fish which are totally unpredictable, and are so fussy and vulnerable to attacks by nature????? The only dog we have is a stone pit bull. I didn't say stoneD. The pit bull was bought from a furniture shop. Thank GOD terappins do not die so fast, have self defenses, eats very much anything (including leftover apples) and you don't have to worry about it having anything unpredictable happen to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I get my own house, I'm getting a small fat fluffy dog like Pillow (my aunt's welsh corgi). Obviously my dad never learns. The worst thing is, he always manages to buy more fish back. The fact that fish is meant to be brain food is absolute bull, especially when they don't have very much brains themselves.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7741771-6039318701528965329?l=crystaliterose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crystaliterose.blogspot.com/feeds/6039318701528965329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7741771&amp;postID=6039318701528965329' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741771/posts/default/6039318701528965329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741771/posts/default/6039318701528965329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crystaliterose.blogspot.com/2008/10/bottleneck-effect.html' title='bottleneck effect'/><author><name>the forgotten artist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02053736325279272999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dDzh1MiFVtM/SSViC_QCUSI/AAAAAAAAADY/TsQW2ZrQkn8/S220/ban_retsuya2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7741771.post-3760004882559338622</id><published>2008-09-22T18:19:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T18:36:57.926+08:00</updated><title type='text'>retsuya wishes to feel loved</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dDzh1MiFVtM/SNdzzu2NKQI/AAAAAAAAACg/kTjdJa9up8w/s1600-h/souleater2213LG.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dDzh1MiFVtM/SNdzzu2NKQI/AAAAAAAAACg/kTjdJa9up8w/s320/souleater2213LG.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248791223309510914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is REEEEEAAAAAALLLLYYYY messed up now. I hope I don't get some nervous breakdown or something.*fidgets* Like the somebody who gets real nuts over the symmetry of his hair. Yes, I'm still Kid-centric after Chapter 53.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why can't I get better brains...even anime characters have better brains then me (L, Kid, Deidy...oh wait he's not considered...whatever) Mine are really frying up and I still have to make use of it tmr for bio test, damn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm going to be No. 1!!!!!!!!"&lt;br /&gt;"No, why not No.8??? It's perfectly symmetrical!"&lt;br /&gt;"...."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Glorious wonders of creating a perfect society without any blemish, gosh I'm sounding like Kira.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7741771-3760004882559338622?l=crystaliterose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crystaliterose.blogspot.com/feeds/3760004882559338622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7741771&amp;postID=3760004882559338622' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741771/posts/default/3760004882559338622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741771/posts/default/3760004882559338622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crystaliterose.blogspot.com/2008/09/retsuya-wishes-to-feel-loved.html' title='retsuya wishes to feel loved'/><author><name>the forgotten artist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02053736325279272999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dDzh1MiFVtM/SSViC_QCUSI/AAAAAAAAADY/TsQW2ZrQkn8/S220/ban_retsuya2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dDzh1MiFVtM/SNdzzu2NKQI/AAAAAAAAACg/kTjdJa9up8w/s72-c/souleater2213LG.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7741771.post-1470295228581746174</id><published>2008-09-18T17:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-18T17:41:05.196+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The doom is arising...</title><content type='html'>~men are not pigs. Pigs are gentle, sensitive and intelligent~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No offense to the gentle, sensitive, intelligent guys that come across my blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prelim results really suck due to my brain not working properly and making tons of careless mistakes and my IBS. I swear. I am going to work hard until I get everything right. I WILL GET ALL MY As NO MATTER WHAT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not a workaholic. I just want to get things done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, praise God for my GP, I got a C finally!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kyahooo~nya&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7741771-1470295228581746174?l=crystaliterose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crystaliterose.blogspot.com/feeds/1470295228581746174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7741771&amp;postID=1470295228581746174' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741771/posts/default/1470295228581746174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741771/posts/default/1470295228581746174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crystaliterose.blogspot.com/2008/09/doom-is-arising.html' title='The doom is arising...'/><author><name>the forgotten artist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02053736325279272999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dDzh1MiFVtM/SSViC_QCUSI/AAAAAAAAADY/TsQW2ZrQkn8/S220/ban_retsuya2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7741771.post-3762179910584553274</id><published>2008-08-28T14:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-28T15:04:00.311+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tooth troubles</title><content type='html'>Brilliant. I have a wisdom tooth AND a cavity. I can just DIE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll see the dentist next week. I really hate this, esp during prelims...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll do a quiz...&lt;br /&gt;1. Can you cook? &lt;br /&gt;no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. What was your dream growing up? &lt;br /&gt;To be a cartoonist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. What talent do you wish you had?&lt;br /&gt;I wish to have more artistic talent and musical talent&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Favorite place?&lt;br /&gt;Animehouse at Sunshine Plaza&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Favorite musical artist (of the moment)?&lt;br /&gt;Alice Nine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. The last book you read?&lt;br /&gt;um...the bible?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. What zodiac sign are you?&lt;br /&gt;Libra…or was it Scorpio?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Any Tattoos and / or Piercings?&lt;br /&gt;ear piercings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Worst Habit?&lt;br /&gt;Pulling hair and biting off split ends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Do we know each other outside of DeviantArt?&lt;br /&gt;no. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. What is your favourite sport?&lt;br /&gt;Tennis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Negative or Optimistic attitude?&lt;br /&gt;negative, I guess. ZETSUBOU!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. What would you do if you were stuck in an elevator with George w. Bush?&lt;br /&gt;Like that would happen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Best thing to ever happen to you?&lt;br /&gt;I shared Christ to someone and he received.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Tell me one weird fact about you:&lt;br /&gt;I have a weird obsession with clay birds. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Do you have any pets?&lt;br /&gt;Fishie…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Do you speak another language?&lt;br /&gt;Chinese, Singlish, and Japanese. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. What time &amp; day is it where you are now?&lt;br /&gt;3.03pm, in dining room&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Do you think clowns are cute (or funny?) or scary?&lt;br /&gt;Scary, evil…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. If you could change one thing about yourself, what would it be?&lt;br /&gt;My height. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Would you be my crime partner or my conscience?&lt;br /&gt;I dunno. &gt;_&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. What colour eyes do you have?&lt;br /&gt;Red. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. Ever been arrested?&lt;br /&gt;no...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. italian or chinese? (I'm going to assume this is meant to ask - which food do you prefer?)&lt;br /&gt;Chinese. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. If you won $10,000 dollars today, what would you do with it?&lt;br /&gt;Donate some to charity, give some to my parents, and save the rest. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. What is your favorite work of art (at the moment)?&lt;br /&gt;All my C4C art.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. how do you take your coffee or tea?&lt;br /&gt;plain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. Do you believe in ghosts?&lt;br /&gt;No. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. Favourite thing to do in your spare time?&lt;br /&gt;Draw, write, sleep, repeat. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. Do you swear a lot?&lt;br /&gt;no...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. Biggest pet peeve?&lt;br /&gt;Smart-asses always going up to answer questions…wait, I think I fall into that category&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. In one word, how would you describe yourself?&lt;br /&gt;Insane.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7741771-3762179910584553274?l=crystaliterose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crystaliterose.blogspot.com/feeds/3762179910584553274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7741771&amp;postID=3762179910584553274' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741771/posts/default/3762179910584553274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741771/posts/default/3762179910584553274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crystaliterose.blogspot.com/2008/08/tooth-troubles.html' title='tooth troubles'/><author><name>the forgotten artist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02053736325279272999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dDzh1MiFVtM/SSViC_QCUSI/AAAAAAAAADY/TsQW2ZrQkn8/S220/ban_retsuya2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7741771.post-3575437159129685537</id><published>2008-08-25T19:28:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-25T19:41:22.585+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 1 of prelims and so forth</title><content type='html'>So we had usual first paper, GP, the paper I never fail to bring an ELEPHANT back to my parents every term...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The paper 1 was insane, I was choosing between a govt youth question and this strange one on "Should fairy tales still be taught to children?" I did the latter. And my answer is... YES!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically I chose that cos from my experience I have seen and benefitted somewhat. Even though we live in a harsh, cold, cruel world, and children eventually grow up to see this, but childhood should be filled with fun and exploration (and NOT by the crap activities that our parents throw into our already crazy schedules) so that they can learn by themselves, without the blemish of this world...HOMG I was thinking TET the whole time and also of Enchanted, for my counter argument. Not everything is a fairy tale. Whether you take the other side or not, I feel that we ought to be more open to the world. Just do not let us integrate into its dark realism too quickly, lest we become too rigid and conformed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The paper 2 was total crap, on immortality. Who the hell wants to live forever??? Actually the world mindset is that people fear death, so they'll be happy to postpone it. Still they can die from drowning or by car crash, so we are still mortal. Having seen enough shonen manga to realise how useless immortality is, I would rather be happy in the arms of God. Then again, making myself into a young, cute puppet won't be that bad...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right, I need to print out crap worksheets. I WILL update this blog as often as possible for the few people who actually care to read it. As long as I do not get slapped in the face again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7741771-3575437159129685537?l=crystaliterose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crystaliterose.blogspot.com/feeds/3575437159129685537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7741771&amp;postID=3575437159129685537' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741771/posts/default/3575437159129685537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741771/posts/default/3575437159129685537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crystaliterose.blogspot.com/2008/08/day-1-of-prelims-and-so-forth.html' title='Day 1 of prelims and so forth'/><author><name>the forgotten artist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02053736325279272999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dDzh1MiFVtM/SSViC_QCUSI/AAAAAAAAADY/TsQW2ZrQkn8/S220/ban_retsuya2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7741771.post-7200343209446698648</id><published>2008-08-20T19:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T19:37:31.362+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Countdown to doom</title><content type='html'>I've been away for a while, cutting temptation from the com, so I will do a quick quiz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Single or Taken: um…single?&lt;br /&gt;Siblings: Younger brother&lt;br /&gt;Eye color: Brown?&lt;br /&gt;Shoe size: 5?&lt;br /&gt;Height: 1.5m &lt;br /&gt;What are you wearing right now?: T-shirt and shorts&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FAVORITES&lt;br /&gt;Kind of pants: Jeans&lt;br /&gt;Number: 23. My birthday!!&lt;br /&gt;Animal: Wolf and fox&lt;br /&gt;Drink(non alcoholic): ermmm…water?&lt;br /&gt;Drink(ALCOHOLIC): I’m not old enough. And Tiger beer made me puke.&lt;br /&gt;Sport: tennis&lt;br /&gt;Month: December!! True holidays…&lt;br /&gt;Juice: Apple&lt;br /&gt;Favorite cartoon/anime character: Bahhhh I have so many…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have You Ever...&lt;br /&gt;Given anyone a bath: No&lt;br /&gt;Bungee Jumped?: No, but I wish to&lt;br /&gt;Made yourself throw-up?: No.&lt;br /&gt;Gone skinny dipping?: hell no!!&lt;br /&gt;Eaten a dog?: ewwwww&lt;br /&gt;Loved someone so much it made you cry?: God?&lt;br /&gt;Broken a bone?: No, I’m very careful&lt;br /&gt;Played truth or dare?: Duh??!&lt;br /&gt;Been on a plane?: yep. And I hate planes.&lt;br /&gt;Came close to dying?: No.&lt;br /&gt;Been in a sauna?: Yes&lt;br /&gt;been in a hotub?: yep.&lt;br /&gt;Fallen asleep in school?: If you mean outside of classes, yes. But during lectures, no.&lt;br /&gt;Broken someone's heart?: I hope not.&lt;br /&gt;Cried when someone died?: Yes. &lt;br /&gt;Cried in school?: Yeah, laughter cry&lt;br /&gt;Fell off your chair?: I think so. &lt;br /&gt;Sat by the phone all night waiting for someone to call?: No. &lt;br /&gt;Saved IM conversations?: Why, yes. XD&lt;br /&gt;Saved e-mails?: I’ve saved all my mails with Kazuki&lt;br /&gt;Used someone?: My brother by using retsuya scary face?&lt;br /&gt;Been cheated on?: HA. No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is...&lt;br /&gt;Your good luck charm: I don’t believe in luck. Who believes in luck when you have God?&lt;br /&gt;New fav. song?: "Sprinter" by Kalafina&lt;br /&gt;What is beside you?: My family's magazines&lt;br /&gt;Last thing you ate?: Rice with fish and yong tau foo&lt;br /&gt;What kind of shampoo/conditioner: Head and Shoulders.&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever Had..&lt;br /&gt;Chicken pox: YEP&lt;br /&gt;Sore Throat: YEP&lt;br /&gt;Stitches: YEP. Careless me. &lt;br /&gt;Broken nose: NOPE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do You...&lt;br /&gt;Believe in love at first sight?: Nope. :/&lt;br /&gt;Like school?: Who likes school? Only nerds like school.&lt;br /&gt;Who was the last person that called you?: * checks call log* My mom. &lt;br /&gt;Who was the last person you slow danced with?: No one yet...&lt;br /&gt;Who makes you smile the most?: Deidara. &lt;br /&gt;Who knows you the best?: I don’t think anyone does, because me and my alternate personality are different&lt;br /&gt;Do you like filling these out: YES&lt;br /&gt;Do you have glasses or contact lenses: Specs&lt;br /&gt;Do you like yourself: Yup&lt;br /&gt;Do you get along with your family?: Well, maybe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are You...&lt;br /&gt;Obsessive Compulsive?: Not exactly. Then again, maybe...&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Final Questions:&lt;br /&gt;What did you do yesterday: homework, study, com crap. &lt;br /&gt;What car/truck do you wish to have?: A sports car&lt;br /&gt;Where do you want to get married?: Good grief…&lt;br /&gt;Good driver?: I don't drive.... yet. &gt;: D&lt;br /&gt;Have a lava lamp?: No, I’m not that rich&lt;br /&gt;How many remote controls are in your house?: Lemme see, 5?&lt;br /&gt;When you last showered?: 1 hr ago&lt;br /&gt;Scary or Funny Movies?: Funny. &lt;br /&gt;Chocolate or Vanilla?: Chocs rock!&lt;br /&gt;Rootbeer or Dr.Pepper?: Root beer. I have no idea what Dr.Pepper is. &lt;br /&gt;Skiing or Boarding?: I haven't been either. XD; &lt;br /&gt;Summer or winter?: Summer&lt;br /&gt;Silver or Gold?: Silver&lt;br /&gt;Diamond or pearl?: What is this, Pokemon? Pearl&lt;br /&gt;Sprite or 7up?: Isn’t it the same?&lt;br /&gt;Coffee or sweet tea?: Tea.&lt;br /&gt;Phone or in person?: phone.&lt;br /&gt;Are you oldest, middle or youngest?: Oldest. Yesh I can boss around!!!&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today did you...&lt;br /&gt;1. Talk to some one you like: Should i even answer this question?*ponders*&lt;br /&gt;2. Buy something: no. O_&lt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Get sick?: nope.&lt;br /&gt;8. Talked to an ex?: I dun have any. D:&lt;br /&gt;9. Miss someone?: no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last person who....&lt;br /&gt;10. Slept in your bed?: Er…me?&lt;br /&gt;11. Saw/heard you cry?: My mother?&lt;br /&gt;12. Made you cry?: No one. &lt;br /&gt;13. Went to the movies with?: with my family to watch batman&lt;br /&gt;16. Ever been in a fight with your pet?: O_&lt; no...&lt;br /&gt;18. Been to Mexico?: nope&lt;br /&gt;19. Been to Canada?: nooooo&lt;br /&gt;20. Been to Europe?: Noooo&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random.....&lt;br /&gt;21. Do you have a crush on someone right now?: &gt;////&lt; thats for me to know and for you to find out.&lt;br /&gt;22. What book are you reading now?: Besides looking through study notes?&lt;br /&gt;23. Best feeling in the world?: Seeing Deidara again&lt;br /&gt;24. Future KIDS names?: I dunno.&lt;br /&gt;25. Do you sleep with a stuffed animal?: Yes. My hand-sewn dog&lt;br /&gt;26. What's under your bed?: dust?&lt;br /&gt;27. Favorite sports to watch?:Tennis&lt;br /&gt;28. Favorite Locations?: Any comic store.&lt;br /&gt;29. Piercing/Tattoos?: Earrings&lt;br /&gt;30. What are you most scared of right now?: Prelims&lt;br /&gt;31. Who do you really hate?: no one. D:&lt;br /&gt;32. Do you have a job?: I wish...&lt;br /&gt;33. Have you ever liked someone you didn't have a chance with?: Yep. : P&lt;br /&gt;34. Are you lonely right now?: No. &lt;br /&gt;38. Song that's stuck in your head right now?: NONE&lt;br /&gt;39. Have you ever played strip poker?: nope.&lt;br /&gt;40. Have you ever been beaten up?: No.&lt;br /&gt;42. Have you ever been on radio/TV?: Yep I have, on 933 doing dedications…man, I miss those days. &lt;br /&gt;44. Ever liked someone, but thought they never noticed you?: No.&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random...&lt;br /&gt;What color is your underwear right now?: Why would I say that??? You perv!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Whats the first things you notice about the opposite sex?: The hair&lt;br /&gt;Your Favorite Food?: chocolate&lt;br /&gt;Ever got so drunk you didnt remember the night before?: I don’t drink&lt;br /&gt;Hair color?: Black. Dark green in my alternate persona&lt;br /&gt;Are you too shy to ask someone out?: I don’t have a someone. &lt;br /&gt;Butter, Plain or Salted popcorn?: salted&lt;br /&gt;Dogs or cats?: DOGS. 8D&lt;br /&gt;Favorite Flower?: Roses and sunflowers&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever fired a gun?: no. &lt;br /&gt;Do you like to travel by plane as opposed to car?: Car, purlease.&lt;br /&gt;How many pillows do you sleep with?: one. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right, my mum is complaining, and I have an essay to finish, and I have piano to play. Good night!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7741771-7200343209446698648?l=crystaliterose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crystaliterose.blogspot.com/feeds/7200343209446698648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7741771&amp;postID=7200343209446698648' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741771/posts/default/7200343209446698648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741771/posts/default/7200343209446698648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crystaliterose.blogspot.com/2008/08/countdown-to-doom.html' title='Countdown to doom'/><author><name>the forgotten artist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02053736325279272999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dDzh1MiFVtM/SSViC_QCUSI/AAAAAAAAADY/TsQW2ZrQkn8/S220/ban_retsuya2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7741771.post-6233446504569728937</id><published>2008-08-07T11:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-07T11:09:15.315+08:00</updated><title type='text'>butler love~</title><content type='html'>I know I shouldn't be posting about such things but...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;KUROSHITSUJI IS BEING ANIMATED BY OCTOBER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...which is my A level period.Boo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It didn't look quite so bad as I thought it would be, but Sebastian looks a tad weird. Ah, my lovely Sebastian-sama and Ciel-kun...*fangirls*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And doing organic chem doesn't help that much either. Retsuya is skipping school on friday, cos National day is soooo boring. Tuitions don't help that very much.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7741771-6233446504569728937?l=crystaliterose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crystaliterose.blogspot.com/feeds/6233446504569728937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7741771&amp;postID=6233446504569728937' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741771/posts/default/6233446504569728937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741771/posts/default/6233446504569728937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crystaliterose.blogspot.com/2008/08/butler-love.html' title='butler love~'/><author><name>the forgotten artist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02053736325279272999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dDzh1MiFVtM/SSViC_QCUSI/AAAAAAAAADY/TsQW2ZrQkn8/S220/ban_retsuya2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7741771.post-8231820459505555686</id><published>2008-08-01T11:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-01T11:24:53.403+08:00</updated><title type='text'>retsuya loan shark</title><content type='html'>The maths notes have completely depleted all my lunch money, and it takes a few roundabouts hunting down people to give me money, even if some people are so freaking rich they don't pay...but I'll have my $24.80 back in my purse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Math was killing me. I was so busy copying. The teacher should tell us beforehand that we are supposed to download the vectors WS from moodle first before coming, cos the whole place can't follow the lecturer. I'd rather be in the classroom if that happens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Practicing piano last evening was some drag, cos I was practicing a difficult part and my mom was asking what infernal noise was upstairs. I told her I had to practice hard enough so that it'll sound nice later, but really, it sounded like crap. Sheeeeesh.I only have some months to grade 8 and I'm playing this kind of music. I can only settle well with my filed pieces...which my mum finds boring as well cos I keep playing them...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why can't I have a family which appreciates music???? My father's deaf, so that's an exception. Strangely its only at school where I can have a musical experience but if my mum knows I have been using my breaks to play piano...I'll be killed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'm using breaks for com, so what on earth.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7741771-8231820459505555686?l=crystaliterose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crystaliterose.blogspot.com/feeds/8231820459505555686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7741771&amp;postID=8231820459505555686' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741771/posts/default/8231820459505555686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741771/posts/default/8231820459505555686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crystaliterose.blogspot.com/2008/08/retsuya-loan-shark.html' title='retsuya loan shark'/><author><name>the forgotten artist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02053736325279272999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dDzh1MiFVtM/SSViC_QCUSI/AAAAAAAAADY/TsQW2ZrQkn8/S220/ban_retsuya2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7741771.post-4555250020752232591</id><published>2008-07-31T18:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-31T18:29:35.163+08:00</updated><title type='text'>piano and prelims. *sigh*</title><content type='html'>Being forced to write in this blog, I shall just rant in here a little while before I go and grab some tasty treats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think school is driving me nuts already, and with so little time, I might as well be sent to the asylum very soon. Well, retsuya is crazy 99% of the time, the other 1 %? I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss my beloved Kanda... I only wish to go down to animehouse again, splurge like crazy...and of course drag some people down with me, I can't possibly go alone ranting like a mad idiot, do I????? There is still this crap called A levels, I want to be done and over with it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking about after A levels, I would like to do a load of things. Lists are FUN!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;1) Learn Japanese/take JLPT 4 or 3&lt;br /&gt;2) Learn proper drawing skills&lt;br /&gt;3) Officially take up my drawing project based on random stuff that happen to me and others&lt;br /&gt;4) Teach at Family service center&lt;br /&gt;5) Go for Project Timothy and MISSION TRIP OPERATION LIPA if pastor decides to hold it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so on. We girls can have so much fun while guys...I'd better not say, lest I get stepped on one day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hear the sound of plates. Must eat food.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7741771-4555250020752232591?l=crystaliterose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crystaliterose.blogspot.com/feeds/4555250020752232591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7741771&amp;postID=4555250020752232591' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741771/posts/default/4555250020752232591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741771/posts/default/4555250020752232591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crystaliterose.blogspot.com/2008/07/piano-and-prelims-sigh.html' title='piano and prelims. *sigh*'/><author><name>the forgotten artist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02053736325279272999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dDzh1MiFVtM/SSViC_QCUSI/AAAAAAAAADY/TsQW2ZrQkn8/S220/ban_retsuya2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7741771.post-2408478129753390504</id><published>2008-07-24T21:44:00.013+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-25T21:16:58.650+08:00</updated><title type='text'>How to handle exams/tests/maybe even A levels</title><content type='html'>Ok this is going to be a random post, since I have been bored to wits due to studying for stupid crap stuff, in my absolute goal to get good grades for prelims...that's right, I have tips to get ready for exams, and tips to watch out for during crap tests like these. I am going to do this with the help of...SOUL EATER EPISODE 14. I don't think anyone will get this, but screencaps will make you understand. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_dDzh1MiFVtM/SIiI55k4KHI/AAAAAAAAAAk/rgdDwui56S0/s1600-h/souleater1402LG.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_dDzh1MiFVtM/SIiI55k4KHI/AAAAAAAAAAk/rgdDwui56S0/s320/souleater1402LG.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226577895852877938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1)Get yourself charged up before the exams, and have a strict goal in mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_dDzh1MiFVtM/SIiJo-y2acI/AAAAAAAAAAs/LvNnoX0q5KE/s1600-h/souleater1406LG.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_dDzh1MiFVtM/SIiJo-y2acI/AAAAAAAAAAs/LvNnoX0q5KE/s320/souleater1406LG.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226578704707512770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Yes, even if it drives you nuts. Especially terrible math problems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_dDzh1MiFVtM/SIiKQwvu64I/AAAAAAAAAA0/O8pWxd0kYDQ/s1600-h/souleater1407LG.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_dDzh1MiFVtM/SIiKQwvu64I/AAAAAAAAAA0/O8pWxd0kYDQ/s320/souleater1407LG.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226579388131109762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Ok something you should not do while studying, getting distracted by sleeping...CONCENTRATE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_dDzh1MiFVtM/SIiLgTAwPUI/AAAAAAAAABE/QBO2pabJoaw/s1600-h/souleater1412LG.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_dDzh1MiFVtM/SIiLgTAwPUI/AAAAAAAAABE/QBO2pabJoaw/s320/souleater1412LG.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226580754538970434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4)In everything, please do not try and copy answers while studying. Especially going into the office to find answers, or you shall end up like...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_dDzh1MiFVtM/SInP4KjHePI/AAAAAAAAABM/6aKzTqtymG8/s1600-h/souleater1415LG.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_dDzh1MiFVtM/SInP4KjHePI/AAAAAAAAABM/6aKzTqtymG8/s320/souleater1415LG.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226937406351440114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the day of exam itself,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_dDzh1MiFVtM/SInQMPIWJjI/AAAAAAAAABU/mA_W83hSKmo/s1600-h/souleater1424LG.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_dDzh1MiFVtM/SInQMPIWJjI/AAAAAAAAABU/mA_W83hSKmo/s320/souleater1424LG.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226937751178716722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember to write your name, class and date on every sheet of paper. Only people like Kid spend 1 hr writing name. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_dDzh1MiFVtM/SInQ3QiFNdI/AAAAAAAAABc/i4_CyIAb2Vw/s1600-h/souleater1418LG.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_dDzh1MiFVtM/SInQ3QiFNdI/AAAAAAAAABc/i4_CyIAb2Vw/s320/souleater1418LG.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226938490289468882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do the paper with confidence and no worries about what's going to happen. Peace!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_dDzh1MiFVtM/SInRKY9NHNI/AAAAAAAAABk/Hbvxr6htzWo/s1600-h/souleater1420LG.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_dDzh1MiFVtM/SInRKY9NHNI/AAAAAAAAABk/Hbvxr6htzWo/s320/souleater1420LG.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226938818968231122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't be stupid and try to cheat here...lest you get a T grade...then again, no one will do this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_dDzh1MiFVtM/SInRgAu40wI/AAAAAAAAABs/2IT5RX0Ci-g/s1600-h/souleater1425LG.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_dDzh1MiFVtM/SInRgAu40wI/AAAAAAAAABs/2IT5RX0Ci-g/s320/souleater1425LG.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226939190422852354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please do not draw during exams, but actually, I am guilty of it... but I do it after the paper, hehe. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_dDzh1MiFVtM/SInR7Yv1MpI/AAAAAAAAAB0/AXE9l468aLk/s1600-h/souleater1427LG.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_dDzh1MiFVtM/SInR7Yv1MpI/AAAAAAAAAB0/AXE9l468aLk/s320/souleater1427LG.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226939660725727890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If any unecessary damage has been done to the paper, ask for a new one. Don't freak out/faint/vomit blood&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My com's officially out of ammo, so ENJOY!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7741771-2408478129753390504?l=crystaliterose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crystaliterose.blogspot.com/feeds/2408478129753390504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7741771&amp;postID=2408478129753390504' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741771/posts/default/2408478129753390504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741771/posts/default/2408478129753390504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crystaliterose.blogspot.com/2008/07/how-to-handle-examstestsmaybe-even.html' title='How to handle exams/tests/maybe even A levels'/><author><name>the forgotten artist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02053736325279272999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dDzh1MiFVtM/SSViC_QCUSI/AAAAAAAAADY/TsQW2ZrQkn8/S220/ban_retsuya2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_dDzh1MiFVtM/SIiI55k4KHI/AAAAAAAAAAk/rgdDwui56S0/s72-c/souleater1402LG.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7741771.post-5394088695816628464</id><published>2008-07-05T21:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-05T22:30:58.739+08:00</updated><title type='text'>taking life easy</title><content type='html'>stole this from blyu.&lt;br /&gt;- Pick your birth month&lt;br /&gt;- Strike out anything that doesn't apply to you&lt;br /&gt;- Bold the five-ten that best apply to you&lt;br /&gt;- Copy to your own journal, with all twelve months under a lj-cut&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh crap this ain't lj, but I can't remember the tag for strikethrough. so I'll replace it with italics. Hope no one minds&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OCTOBER: &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Loves to chat&lt;/span&gt; Loves those who loves them. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Loves to take things at the center.&lt;/span&gt; Inner and physical beauty. Lies but doesn't pretend. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Gets angry often.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Treats friends importantly&lt;/span&gt;Always making friends. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Easily hurt but recovers easily.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Daydreamer.&lt;/span&gt; Opinionated. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Does not care of what others think&lt;/span&gt;Emotional. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Decisive.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Strong clairvoyance.&lt;/span&gt;Loves to travel, the arts and literature. Touchy and easily jealous. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Concerned&lt;/span&gt; Loves outdoors. Just and fair. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Spendthrift&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Easily influenced&lt;/span&gt; Easily loses confidence. Loves children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ack if anyone wants other months, here they are:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JANUARY: Stubborn and hard-hearted. Ambitious and serious. Loves to teach and be taught. Always looking at people's flaws and weaknesses. Likes to criticize. Hardworking and productive. Smart, neat and organized. Sensitive and has deep thoughts. Knows how to make others happy. Quiet unless excited or tensed. Rather reserved. Highly attentive. Resistant to illnesses but prone to colds. Romantic but has difficulties expressing love. Loves children. Loyal. Has great social abilities yet easily jealous. Very stubborn and money cautious.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;FEBRUARY: Abstract thoughts. Loves reality and abstract. Intelligent and clever. Changing personality. Attractive. Sexy. Temperamental. Quiet, shy and humble. Honest and loyal. Determined to reach goals. Loves freedom. Rebellious when restricted. Loves aggressiveness. Too sensitive and easily hurt. Gets angry really easily but does not show it. Dislikes unnecessary things. Loves making friends but rarely shows it. Daring and stubborn. Ambitious. Realizes dreams and hopes. Sharp. Loves entertainment and leisure. Romantic on the inside not outside. Superstitious and ludicrous. Spendthrift. Tries to learn to show emotions.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;MARCH: Attractive personality. Sexy. Affectionate. Shy and reserved. Secretive. Naturally honest, generous and sympathetic. Loves peace and serenity. Sensitive to others. Loves to serve others. Easily angered. Trustworthy. Appreciative and returns kindness. Observant and assesses others. Revengeful. Loves to dream and fantasize. Loves travelling. Loves attention. Hasty decisions in choosing partners. Loves home decors. Musically talented. Loves special things. Moody.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;APRIL: Active and dynamic. Decisive and hasty but tends to regret. Attractive and affectionate to oneself. Strong mentality. Loves attention. Diplomatic. Consoling, friendly and solves people's problems. Brave and fearless. Adventurous. Loving and caring. Suave and generous. Emotional. Aggressive. Hasty. Good memory. Moving. Motivates oneself and others. Sickness usually of the head and chest. Sexy in a way that only their lover can see.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;MAY: Stubborn and hard-hearted. Strong-willed and highly motivated. Sharp thoughts. Easily angered. Attracts others and loves attention. Deep feelings. Beautiful physically and mentally. Firm Standpoint. Needs no motivation. Easily consoled. Systematic (left brain). Loves to dream. Strong clairvoyance. Understanding. Sickness usually in the ear and neck. Good imagination. Good physical. Weak breathing. Loves literature and the arts. Loves travelling. Dislike being at home. Restless. Not having many children. Hardworking. High spirited. Spendthrift.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;JUNE: Thinks far with vision. Easily influenced by kindness. Polite and soft-spoken. Having ideas. Sensitive. Active mind. Hesitating, tends to delay. Choosy and always wants the best. Temperamental. Funny and humorous. Loves to joke. Good debating skills. Talkative. Daydreamer. Friendly. Knows how to make friends. Able to show character. Easily hurt. Prone to getting colds. Loves to dress up. Easily bored. Fussy. Seldom shows emotions. Takes time to recover when hurt. Brand conscious. Executive. Stubborn.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;JULY: Fun to be with. Secretive. Difficult to fathom and to be understood. Quiet unless excited or tensed. Takes pride in oneself. Has reputation. Easily consoled. Honest. Concerned about people's feelings. Tactful. Friendly. Approachable. Emotional temperamental and unpredictable. Moody and easily hurt. Witty and sparkly. Not revengeful. Forgiving but never forgets. Dislikes nonsensical and unnecessary things. Guides others physically and mentally. Sensitive and forms impressions carefully. Caring and loving. Treats others equally. Strong sense of sympathy. Wary and sharp. Judges people through observations. Hardworking. No difficulties in studying. Loves to be alone. Always broods about the past and the old friends. Likes to be quiet. Homely person. Waits for friends. Never looks for friends. Not aggressive unless provoked. Prone to having stomach and dieting problems. Loves to be loved. Easily hurt but takes long to recover.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;AUGUST: Loves to joke. Attractive. Suave and caring. Brave and fearless. Firm and has leadership qualities. Knows how to console others. Too generous and egoistic. Takes high pride in oneself. Thirsty for praises. Extraordinary spirit. Easily angered. Angry when provoked. Easily jealous. Observant. Careful and cautious. Thinks quickly. Independent thoughts. Loves to lead and to be led. Loves to dream. Talented in the arts, music and defense. Sensitive but not petty. Poor resistance against illnesses. Learns to relax. Hasty and trusty. Romantic. Loving and caring. Loves to make friends.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;SEPTEMBER: Suave and compromising. Careful, cautious and organized. Likes to point out people's mistakes. Likes to criticize. Stubborn. Quiet but able to talk well. Calm and cool. Kind and sympathetic. Concerned and detailed. Loyal but not always honest. Does work well. Very confident. Sensitive. Good memory. Clever and knowledgeable. Loves to look for information. Must control oneself when criticizing. Able to motivate oneself. Understanding. Fun to be around. Secretive. Loves leisure and traveling. Hardly shows emotions. Tends to bottle up feelings. Very choosy, especially in relationships. Systematic.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;OCTOBER: Loves to chat. Loves those who loves them. Loves to take things at the center. Inner and physical beauty. Lies but doesn't pretend. Gets angry often. Treats friends importantly. Always making friends. Easily hurt but recovers easily. Daydreamer. Opinionated. Does not care of what others think. Emotional. Decisive. Strong clairvoyance. Loves to travel, the arts and literature. Touchy and easily jealous. Concerned. Loves outdoors. Just and fair. Spendthrift. Easily influenced. Easily loses confidence. Loves children.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;NOVEMBER: Has a lot of ideas. Difficult to fathom. Thinks forward. Unique and brilliant. Extraordinary ideas. Sharp thinking. Fine and strong clairvoyance. Can become good doctors. Dynamic in personality. Secretive. Inquisitive. Knows how to dig secrets. Always thinking. Less talkative but amiable. Brave and generous. Patient. Stubborn and hard-hearted. If there is a will, there is a way. Determined. Never give up. Hardly becomes angry unless provoked. Loves to be alone. Thinks differently from others. Sharp-minded. Motivates oneself. Does not appreciate praises. High-spirited. Well-built and tough. Deep love and emotions. Romantic. Uncertain in relationships. Homely. Hardworking. High abilities. Trustworthy. Honest and keeps secrets. Not able to control emotions. Unpredictable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;DECEMBER: Loyal and generous. Sexy. Patriotic. Active in games and interactions. Impatient and hasty. Ambitious. Influential in organizations. Fun to be with. Loves to socialize. Loves praises. Loves attention. Loves to be loved. Honest and trustworthy. Not pretending. Short tempered. Changing personality. Not egotistic. Take high pride in oneself. Hates restrictions. Loves to joke. Good sense of humor. Logical.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is super long...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7741771-5394088695816628464?l=crystaliterose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crystaliterose.blogspot.com/feeds/5394088695816628464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7741771&amp;postID=5394088695816628464' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741771/posts/default/5394088695816628464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741771/posts/default/5394088695816628464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crystaliterose.blogspot.com/2008/07/taking-life-easy.html' title='taking life easy'/><author><name>the forgotten artist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02053736325279272999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dDzh1MiFVtM/SSViC_QCUSI/AAAAAAAAADY/TsQW2ZrQkn8/S220/ban_retsuya2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7741771.post-6655257890700683756</id><published>2008-07-01T20:43:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-01T20:48:43.949+08:00</updated><title type='text'>retsuya shall make amends...</title><content type='html'>yes, i know I haven't been updating. But some people have been telling me the blog is dead. So I shall revive it by poking. *POKEPOKEPOKE* No just kidding&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually doing this before the final exam tmr is a bit trashy. Especially when the brilliance of Retsuya strikes at exactly the right moment. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE. I am going to be happy after exams....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok gotta go study...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7741771-6655257890700683756?l=crystaliterose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crystaliterose.blogspot.com/feeds/6655257890700683756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7741771&amp;postID=6655257890700683756' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741771/posts/default/6655257890700683756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741771/posts/default/6655257890700683756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crystaliterose.blogspot.com/2008/07/retsuya-shall-make-amends.html' title='retsuya shall make amends...'/><author><name>the forgotten artist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02053736325279272999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dDzh1MiFVtM/SSViC_QCUSI/AAAAAAAAADY/TsQW2ZrQkn8/S220/ban_retsuya2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7741771.post-4593630036905548318</id><published>2008-04-04T11:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-04T11:45:37.897+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ms K in the library</title><content type='html'>right, I'm in the library now, and echoing throughout the room, is just nothing but scolding. And I (at the risk of my own sanity) am writing this entry here just as Ms K is prowling around the library to catch any rule breakers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right, so I was doing usual stuff, when Ms K stormed up to the group 7 computers away from me and caught them eating, using handphone, dressed inappropriately blahblahblah. Apparently some J1s don't know the wrath of Ms K. I was just frozen on my seat. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right, she's gone now. PHEW. Now I can go back to my work.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7741771-4593630036905548318?l=crystaliterose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crystaliterose.blogspot.com/feeds/4593630036905548318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7741771&amp;postID=4593630036905548318' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741771/posts/default/4593630036905548318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741771/posts/default/4593630036905548318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crystaliterose.blogspot.com/2008/04/ms-k-in-library.html' title='Ms K in the library'/><author><name>the forgotten artist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02053736325279272999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dDzh1MiFVtM/SSViC_QCUSI/AAAAAAAAADY/TsQW2ZrQkn8/S220/ban_retsuya2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7741771.post-6471100435634455489</id><published>2008-04-01T14:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-01T14:32:28.014+08:00</updated><title type='text'>retsuya feels really weird</title><content type='html'>nyappy~so here I am waiting for time to pass, cos my classmates protested not to have the chem test so as to "give the poor chem teacher a good rest". Honestly, I'd rather have the test now. I can actually go home now, but I need to go on the com in school so that I won't have to use it at home. And I'm sick, worse luck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I seriously think that school is driving us to the brink of going mad. I really need God's help in everywhere, I don't wish to be stressed out and having to get a one way ticket to the school councillor AGAIN. Oh, and did I mention my timetable is in a freaking mess because a certain someone thinks he has control over the entire timetable and is changing it upside down. He even wants to go to the DP to request a change. Gosh does this someone have so much free time that he bothers to change our timetable without consulting the class??? I don't mind changing, but at least have the heart to tell the class first lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Retsuya didn't get into Japan, but I'll do well enough to go there next year. Problem is, retsuya doesn't want to go sightseeing, I want to practice mah failing Japanese. Is planning teaching friends who are going how to speak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Preparing for Life Con. The eggs are already stuck up over the school, including my ugly dinosaur one, I PRAY that ppl will come and read instead of looking at our finger-painted(yeah we had no brushes. Go figure.)I advise ppl who are coming for Life Con to prepare your hearts cos this is not a concert for the public or for raising funds for the school(actually tickets are free), but it is WORSHIP towards the one true God. Last year's was a great experience for me, and I'm sure you'll be touched too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh great its 2.30pm. And *looks outside* brilliance, its raining. Gotta get home before I go drenched.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7741771-6471100435634455489?l=crystaliterose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crystaliterose.blogspot.com/feeds/6471100435634455489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7741771&amp;postID=6471100435634455489' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741771/posts/default/6471100435634455489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7741771/posts/default/6471100435634455489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crystaliterose.blogspot.com/2008/04/retsuya-feels-really-weird.html' title='retsuya feels really weird'/><author><name>the forgotten artist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02053736325279272999</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dDzh1MiFVtM/SSViC_QCUSI/AAAAAAAAADY/TsQW2ZrQkn8/S220/ban_retsuya2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
