<?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-6863717049355754919</id><updated>2012-02-10T12:28:33.606+08:00</updated><category term='nothingmuch'/><category term='law'/><category term='movies'/><category term='books'/><category term='wth?'/><category term='photoshop'/><category term='lists'/><category term='short'/><category term='shock'/><category term='music'/><category term='title tweet'/><category term='dumbass'/><category term='lackoflife'/><category term='rgssb'/><category term='school'/><category term='rjcsb'/><category term='fashion'/><category term='lyrics'/><category term='quiz'/><category term='(:'/><category term='grumbles'/><category term='etsy ♥'/><category term='life'/><category term='literature'/><category term='anonymous'/><category term='tragedy'/><category term='msn'/><category term='food'/><category term='unorganised'/><category term='hiatus'/><category term='video'/><category term='rwinds'/><category term='layout'/><category term='damn'/><category term='rubbishy'/><category term='hahaha'/><category term='tv'/><category term='monologue'/><category term='whoosh'/><category term='★quote'/><title type='text'>main</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tragedious.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863717049355754919/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tragedious.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863717049355754919/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>weewerts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03679992072698367582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>1403</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6863717049355754919.post-273799267581720013</id><published>2012-02-10T12:28:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-10T12:28:33.626+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>#1453: testing</title><content type='html'>&lt;a class="my_play my_27" title="Fill Me Up (Album Version)" href="http://www.myspace.com/jaredandersonmusic/music/songs/fill-me-up-album-version-56868053" style="display:inline-block;margin:0;padding:0;border:0;width:27px;height:27px;overflow:hidden;text-indent:-9999px;background:url(http://x.myspacecdn.com/modules/common/static/img/playbuttonsprite.png) no-repeat 0 -85px;"&gt;Fill Me Up (Album Version)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;script defer="true" src="http://www.myspace.com/music/buttons/js"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6863717049355754919-273799267581720013?l=tragedious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tragedious.blogspot.com/feeds/273799267581720013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6863717049355754919&amp;postID=273799267581720013' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863717049355754919/posts/default/273799267581720013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863717049355754919/posts/default/273799267581720013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tragedious.blogspot.com/2012/02/1453-testing.html' title='#1453: testing'/><author><name>weewerts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03679992072698367582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6863717049355754919.post-6435130283766251844</id><published>2012-02-10T01:57:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-10T01:57:44.218+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>#1452: The soft spot for you that hasn't gone away. Why?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6863717049355754919-6435130283766251844?l=tragedious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tragedious.blogspot.com/feeds/6435130283766251844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6863717049355754919&amp;postID=6435130283766251844' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863717049355754919/posts/default/6435130283766251844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863717049355754919/posts/default/6435130283766251844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tragedious.blogspot.com/2012/02/1452-soft-spot-for-you-that-hasnt-gone.html' title='#1452: The soft spot for you that hasn&apos;t gone away. Why?'/><author><name>weewerts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03679992072698367582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6863717049355754919.post-8487050597473206157</id><published>2012-02-08T22:33:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-08T22:35:24.908+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='short'/><title type='text'>#1451: Is it ever?</title><content type='html'>Is it ever insulting for anyone to say you look better in glasses? What if I say you look better under a mask?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6863717049355754919-8487050597473206157?l=tragedious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tragedious.blogspot.com/feeds/8487050597473206157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6863717049355754919&amp;postID=8487050597473206157' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863717049355754919/posts/default/8487050597473206157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863717049355754919/posts/default/8487050597473206157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tragedious.blogspot.com/2012/02/1451-is-it-ever.html' title='#1451: Is it ever?'/><author><name>weewerts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03679992072698367582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6863717049355754919.post-7907001062551989684</id><published>2012-02-07T00:04:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-07T23:32:10.913+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lyrics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>#1450: Such a wonderful song!</title><content type='html'>Fill up my lungs with air,&lt;br /&gt;My voice with prayer&lt;br /&gt;And my mouth with praise&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fill up my heart with song,&lt;br /&gt;For the journey is long&lt;br /&gt;And I need Your strength&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus Your love is more than enough,&lt;br /&gt;Come and fill me, fill me up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6863717049355754919-7907001062551989684?l=tragedious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tragedious.blogspot.com/feeds/7907001062551989684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6863717049355754919&amp;postID=7907001062551989684' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863717049355754919/posts/default/7907001062551989684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863717049355754919/posts/default/7907001062551989684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tragedious.blogspot.com/2012/02/1450-such-wondeful-song.html' title='#1450: Such a wonderful song!'/><author><name>weewerts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03679992072698367582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6863717049355754919.post-8136739562258417749</id><published>2012-02-03T00:20:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-03T00:45:53.046+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='video'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lyrics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>#1449: Today was a good Voix day</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="500" height="480" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/t0bPrt69rag" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I run,&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I hide,&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I'm scared of you&lt;br /&gt;But all I really want is to hold you tight&lt;br /&gt;And treat you right&lt;br /&gt;Baby all I need is time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sighh the group sang it so innocently, I melted.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6863717049355754919-8136739562258417749?l=tragedious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tragedious.blogspot.com/feeds/8136739562258417749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6863717049355754919&amp;postID=8136739562258417749' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863717049355754919/posts/default/8136739562258417749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863717049355754919/posts/default/8136739562258417749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tragedious.blogspot.com/2012/02/1449-today-was-good-voix-day.html' title='#1449: Today was a good Voix day'/><author><name>weewerts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03679992072698367582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/t0bPrt69rag/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6863717049355754919.post-8292751452255798903</id><published>2012-01-20T00:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-20T00:43:08.187+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>#1448: We found love in a hopeless place</title><content type='html'>Evidently, I have pretty much abandoned this place.. It's week 2 and the past 2 weeks have been good. I have been thinking to myself that I have been really happy lately, which is so bizarre. I do look forward to going to school and meeting people, going for classes, meeting people after classes, going to church.. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Is it my reignited faith in God? Maybe it's true that every human was built with a space that can only be filled by Him and finally after 8 years of skepticism, I find myself back here again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I won't dare say that my happiness is absolute. It is more of an aggregation of my happiness and disappointments, but obviously I have more things to be grateful for than to lament.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today was obviously not very good because of the shit you did, but I suppose it's also good that it has liberated me by giving me an answer sooner than I thought. On the other hand, I'm happy for Joan!! :D Plus, it's her birthday! Hehehe. And I got to satisfy my caesar salad craving. (Argh, so expensive!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Had I been the same person I was around 5 years ago, today would have been a really really sad day. Because I'd mull over rubbish and be anti-social.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I need to remain grateful for the good, the bad and the ugly in my life. After all, this is 2012. No one knows what's gonna happen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6863717049355754919-8292751452255798903?l=tragedious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tragedious.blogspot.com/feeds/8292751452255798903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6863717049355754919&amp;postID=8292751452255798903' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863717049355754919/posts/default/8292751452255798903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863717049355754919/posts/default/8292751452255798903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tragedious.blogspot.com/2012/01/1448-we-found-love-in-hopeless-place.html' title='#1448: We found love in a hopeless place'/><author><name>weewerts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03679992072698367582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6863717049355754919.post-5413687242933933738</id><published>2012-01-13T01:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-13T01:33:11.381+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>#1447: School has commenced</title><content type='html'>This week was a good first week.. even though I must say I have the worst timetable anyone on Earth can have. I'm so bad at planning timetables.. -.-&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thursday, today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's my free day today, my one out of two free days - think 3dww, 4-day weekend. Got my magical prop notes from D in the morning, had lunch with S at a newly-discovered food court because the POMO mixed rice stall was too packed, met J in the photocopy room where I ended up playing her really stupid but fun Nintendo 3DS (to her enjoyment, of course hahaha), sat at benches till J had evo psych (to which I turned down her invitation to join or it'd be the 2nd time prof sees me in class this week LOL such a stalker.. NOT). Met ZH for a while before he went off for tea. Read TWC for a bit before I got myself some bubble tea and some shopping. Then Voix. And supper. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's awesome when school's in 'cos it isn't isolating. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6863717049355754919-5413687242933933738?l=tragedious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tragedious.blogspot.com/feeds/5413687242933933738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6863717049355754919&amp;postID=5413687242933933738' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863717049355754919/posts/default/5413687242933933738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863717049355754919/posts/default/5413687242933933738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tragedious.blogspot.com/2012/01/1447-school-has-commenced.html' title='#1447: School has commenced'/><author><name>weewerts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03679992072698367582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6863717049355754919.post-1156689589645264818</id><published>2011-12-30T23:38:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-30T23:44:05.440+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='video'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>#1446: Backbeats &amp; Delilah!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe width="560" height="360" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/ZVmIsSX-5QE" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Backbeat's beatboxer sang!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6863717049355754919-1156689589645264818?l=tragedious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tragedious.blogspot.com/feeds/1156689589645264818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6863717049355754919&amp;postID=1156689589645264818' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863717049355754919/posts/default/1156689589645264818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863717049355754919/posts/default/1156689589645264818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tragedious.blogspot.com/2011/12/1446-backbeats-delilah.html' title='#1446: Backbeats &amp; Delilah!!'/><author><name>weewerts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03679992072698367582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/ZVmIsSX-5QE/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6863717049355754919.post-1999646942912511282</id><published>2011-12-30T15:05:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-30T15:18:40.911+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='(:'/><title type='text'>#1445: Back! But briefly?</title><content type='html'>This holidays, I've accomplished much. I finished reading 2 books (Superfreakonomics &amp;amp; Payback - Margaret Atwood) and finished watching all 5 seasons of Gossip Girl. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I guess it's quite contrasting, my choice of books and drama. Yet, I really don't think Gossip Girl is as Frivolous as most people think it is. I can probably write a GP essay on the value of Gossip Girl. Hmm but then again, maybe not HAHA. Mostly over periods of time, which I often categorise as either a holiday or a semester (duh), I can point my finger at things that have contributed to my growth and this time round, Gossip Girl is easily that thing for this holidays. (Disclaimer: Not that I barely did anything this holidays!) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can't believe that this 6-week long holiday is coming to an end. This is probably my last ever relaxing holiday in my life. :( And I'm extremely grateful for everyone who has been part of my life, who continues being part of my life and has made a difference to this December. For one, Christmas this year was special, not exactly made special by a special someone.. but technically yes haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My New Year Resolution for &lt;b&gt;2011&lt;/b&gt;: Keep my nails unpainted. HAHA&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6863717049355754919-1999646942912511282?l=tragedious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tragedious.blogspot.com/feeds/1999646942912511282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6863717049355754919&amp;postID=1999646942912511282' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863717049355754919/posts/default/1999646942912511282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863717049355754919/posts/default/1999646942912511282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tragedious.blogspot.com/2011/12/1445-back-but-briefly.html' title='#1445: Back! But briefly?'/><author><name>weewerts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03679992072698367582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6863717049355754919.post-2406044698528803026</id><published>2011-12-14T14:58:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-14T15:00:30.976+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>#1444: Gossip Girl Season 2 :p</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe width="480" height="360" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/AZptL8PC2r0" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Hooked onto this song the first time I heard it in GG S2E10!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6863717049355754919-2406044698528803026?l=tragedious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tragedious.blogspot.com/feeds/2406044698528803026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6863717049355754919&amp;postID=2406044698528803026' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863717049355754919/posts/default/2406044698528803026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863717049355754919/posts/default/2406044698528803026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tragedious.blogspot.com/2011/12/1444-gossip-girl-season-2-p.html' title='#1444: Gossip Girl Season 2 :p'/><author><name>weewerts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03679992072698367582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/AZptL8PC2r0/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6863717049355754919.post-7544174415591431141</id><published>2011-12-11T00:52:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-11T04:50:54.987+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='video'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tv'/><title type='text'>#1443: Come Home - OneRepublic</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe width="560" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/qxW0cPo7F_o" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gossip Girl has reminded me how much of a sucker I am for romance. And how much I cannot bear to see couples fight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6863717049355754919-7544174415591431141?l=tragedious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tragedious.blogspot.com/feeds/7544174415591431141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6863717049355754919&amp;postID=7544174415591431141' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863717049355754919/posts/default/7544174415591431141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863717049355754919/posts/default/7544174415591431141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tragedious.blogspot.com/2011/12/1443-come-home-onerepublic.html' title='#1443: Come Home - OneRepublic'/><author><name>weewerts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03679992072698367582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/qxW0cPo7F_o/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6863717049355754919.post-6561345589169187147</id><published>2011-12-10T23:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-10T23:34:05.260+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='title tweet'/><title type='text'>#1442: OMG NATE why are you so dreamy?? Awww</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6863717049355754919-6561345589169187147?l=tragedious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tragedious.blogspot.com/feeds/6561345589169187147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6863717049355754919&amp;postID=6561345589169187147' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863717049355754919/posts/default/6561345589169187147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863717049355754919/posts/default/6561345589169187147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tragedious.blogspot.com/2011/12/1442-omg-nate-why-are-you-so-dreamy.html' title='#1442: OMG NATE why are you so dreamy?? Awww'/><author><name>weewerts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03679992072698367582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6863717049355754919.post-3773329809273270739</id><published>2011-12-09T13:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-09T14:01:45.562+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>#1441: Holidaze</title><content type='html'>The past week has been fun, though not as eventful as the week before. First weeks of holidays are always the most tiring I guess and I usually find myself torn between the need/want to rest or play, considering that exams have just ended. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My Voix commitments have picked up once again, but I'm having more fun each time I go down for practice so I guess the initial inertia is wearing off. I'm not too sure if that's a good thing considering I'm contemplating a change in CCA. Joan suggested rock climbing haha! I think that's a brilliant idea lol, except that I have weak arms but training can change that.. Right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We went to JB last Wednesday and I was frankly pretty excited 'cos I haven't seen these people for like a week since school was out. Haha I sound so clingy but really, we didn't talk much during the exam period. JB was fun! And quite expectedly, not much shopping was actually done, to the relief of the guys. But it was great to be in a foreign land, I guess, undistracted by technology and with a certain potential for exploration. (Admittedly, I was rather paranoid and so was my mum who was really against us leaving the shopping complex haha.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And hm I've started watching GG again because I'm immensely bored. The plot is moving too slowly but I guess it doesn't hurt to just watch something because the people and things in the show are beautiful. After all, I just need something to block out my thoughts and emotions at the moment anyway. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh yes, I cut my fringe short so now they are short side-swept bangs which were quite a disaster on the first day but it became tons better after that so I am seriously considering keeping it this way. I always want to do something to my hair. -.- I was even considering cutting it short but no, patience patience patience.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6863717049355754919-3773329809273270739?l=tragedious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tragedious.blogspot.com/feeds/3773329809273270739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6863717049355754919&amp;postID=3773329809273270739' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863717049355754919/posts/default/3773329809273270739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863717049355754919/posts/default/3773329809273270739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tragedious.blogspot.com/2011/12/1441-holidaze.html' title='#1441: Holidaze'/><author><name>weewerts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03679992072698367582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6863717049355754919.post-1062930095948983508</id><published>2011-12-06T20:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-06T21:26:30.019+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='whoosh'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>#1440: 那些年，我们一起追的女孩</title><content type='html'>It's been a week since I caught the movie and cried subconsciously over it. But I only got to really think about its significance today when I went out with PX. :) To be honest, I initially thought the movie was plain and bland because it was a true story that was once playing in real time yet it was exactly what makes it beautiful; the fact that these things happened/can happen in real life and that love &lt;i&gt;burns, grows, fizzles out and rekindles&lt;/i&gt; again made me see that there is no time limit for a fairytale ending. The true test should be whether you still feel the same when you stand next to him many years later, when you recall the passions of yesteryears and feel the impulse of the moment. The movie was a show about missed opportunities, when all the world has your back but you just can't produce the spark to get the fire going.&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway our outing today was awesome! Even though we never made it to Starbucks at Rochester Park because.. it's at Rochester Park which, to my misfortune, is NOT in the Botanic Gardens. I swear I saw someone comment on fb that there was a new Starbucks outlet in the BOTANIC GARDENS.. Bleah, it was an hour away from Orchard Rd by foot, somewhere in the vicinity of ACJC. Hence, very evidently a good few kilometres off Orchard Rd = not walking distance on a sweltering hot day like today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6863717049355754919-1062930095948983508?l=tragedious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tragedious.blogspot.com/feeds/1062930095948983508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6863717049355754919&amp;postID=1062930095948983508' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863717049355754919/posts/default/1062930095948983508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863717049355754919/posts/default/1062930095948983508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tragedious.blogspot.com/2011/12/1440.html' title='#1440: 那些年，我们一起追的女孩'/><author><name>weewerts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03679992072698367582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6863717049355754919.post-251796882319402906</id><published>2011-12-03T23:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-03T23:27:02.731+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>#1439: Major worries, minor issues</title><content type='html'>It takes so little to disturb me. :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6863717049355754919-251796882319402906?l=tragedious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tragedious.blogspot.com/feeds/251796882319402906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6863717049355754919&amp;postID=251796882319402906' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863717049355754919/posts/default/251796882319402906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863717049355754919/posts/default/251796882319402906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tragedious.blogspot.com/2011/12/1439-major-worries-minor-issues.html' title='#1439: Major worries, minor issues'/><author><name>weewerts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03679992072698367582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6863717049355754919.post-3010697993597084942</id><published>2011-12-01T00:10:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-01T01:35:38.765+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tv'/><title type='text'>#1438: Schrodinger's Friendship</title><content type='html'>The Russian Rocket Reaction episode of Big Bang Theory is really funny!! Geeky jokes galore hehehe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6863717049355754919-3010697993597084942?l=tragedious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tragedious.blogspot.com/feeds/3010697993597084942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6863717049355754919&amp;postID=3010697993597084942' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863717049355754919/posts/default/3010697993597084942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863717049355754919/posts/default/3010697993597084942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tragedious.blogspot.com/2011/12/1438-schrodingers-friendship.html' title='#1438: Schrodinger&apos;s Friendship'/><author><name>weewerts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03679992072698367582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6863717049355754919.post-7911049896021787704</id><published>2011-11-29T13:49:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-29T13:51:56.766+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>#1437: A Judge's Sense of Humour</title><content type='html'>"Living the best years of one's life with the Sword of Damocles hanging over one's head is, in itself, strong punishment."&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Judgements can be so funny when judges are dramatic. Ask me again, why am I reading law when the exams are over?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6863717049355754919-7911049896021787704?l=tragedious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tragedious.blogspot.com/feeds/7911049896021787704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6863717049355754919&amp;postID=7911049896021787704' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863717049355754919/posts/default/7911049896021787704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863717049355754919/posts/default/7911049896021787704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tragedious.blogspot.com/2011/11/1437-judges-sense-of-humour.html' title='#1437: A Judge&apos;s Sense of Humour'/><author><name>weewerts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03679992072698367582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6863717049355754919.post-486665453935589933</id><published>2011-11-29T01:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-29T01:59:47.403+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='title tweet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='(:'/><title type='text'>#1436: Exciting Dinner today made everything better!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6863717049355754919-486665453935589933?l=tragedious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tragedious.blogspot.com/feeds/486665453935589933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6863717049355754919&amp;postID=486665453935589933' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863717049355754919/posts/default/486665453935589933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863717049355754919/posts/default/486665453935589933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tragedious.blogspot.com/2011/11/1436-exciting-dinner-today-made.html' title='#1436: Exciting Dinner today made everything better!'/><author><name>weewerts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03679992072698367582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6863717049355754919.post-3908451828531432788</id><published>2011-11-25T23:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-25T23:27:19.136+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>#1435: YR2SEM1 DOWN</title><content type='html'>Consti was over today. I think I should have elaborated more on some stuff. Sigh, why do I have so many regrets this finals?? Why did I have to panic so badly during some papers that I just start writing rubbish?&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway I'm done with this semester. Headed to Orchard for the first time in a while.. (Ok actually not really, I went over impulsively during FA report week to get my laptop case.) I didn't get anything today, which is normal considering how broke I've been. Even stranger is the fact that I actually didn't lay my eyes on anything except maybe a pair of black court shoes from ALDO which I don't need - it's a purchase I can NEVER justify because I already have a pair of black court shoes, and these things aren't fancy so why would I ever need another pair? OH YAH I SPOTTED A WALLET I'D BUY HEHE :D I can't believe I've stuck with my current wallet for over a year seriously, since I used to be rather picky over these things. Stuck with my current pencil case for an equally long time too. Hmmm growing up?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I feel too lazy to make any holiday plans actually. Right now, I only have going out with Cheryl Teo on Monday and hanging out with schoolmates on Wednesday to celebrate the end of exams on my schedule. To mark the beginning of my days of rest, I'm going to Msia tomorrow with mummy to visit my grandparents. :) And if you don't already know, it also entails me sleeping on the couch the whole afternoon and soaking in the slow passing of time in this awesome foreign land. Simple pleasures.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6863717049355754919-3908451828531432788?l=tragedious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tragedious.blogspot.com/feeds/3908451828531432788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6863717049355754919&amp;postID=3908451828531432788' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863717049355754919/posts/default/3908451828531432788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863717049355754919/posts/default/3908451828531432788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tragedious.blogspot.com/2011/11/1435-yr2sem1-down.html' title='#1435: YR2SEM1 DOWN'/><author><name>weewerts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03679992072698367582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6863717049355754919.post-2257925752994198908</id><published>2011-11-22T21:26:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-22T21:28:57.451+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>#1434: 后来</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;“I believe that everything happens for a reason. People change so that you can learn to let go, things go wrong so that you appreciate them when they're right, you believe lies so you eventually learn to trust no one but yourself, and sometimes &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;good things fall apart so better things can fall together&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;.” &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;- Marilyn Monroe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6863717049355754919-2257925752994198908?l=tragedious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tragedious.blogspot.com/feeds/2257925752994198908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6863717049355754919&amp;postID=2257925752994198908' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863717049355754919/posts/default/2257925752994198908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863717049355754919/posts/default/2257925752994198908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tragedious.blogspot.com/2011/11/1434.html' title='#1434: 后来'/><author><name>weewerts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03679992072698367582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6863717049355754919.post-8269403729701773047</id><published>2011-11-21T21:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-21T22:43:23.357+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lackoflife'/><title type='text'>#1433: The Monday of HellToCome</title><content type='html'>Today was a day of good food. Good (communal) meals - an excuse to hang out during times when isolation is your best friend. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We had 2x Full Works and Banana &amp;amp; Milk Chocolate pancakes shared among 5 of us today for brunch. Gosh I really love the pancakes at Food for Thought!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then I had chicken karaage don for dinner at Sunshine (again) for the first time! It was pretty good haha. Actually, anything with egg is good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And right now, I'm sorta stressed for my 3-hr long paper tomorrow MORNING. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What is this obscure module called CLS? -.-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6863717049355754919-8269403729701773047?l=tragedious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tragedious.blogspot.com/feeds/8269403729701773047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6863717049355754919&amp;postID=8269403729701773047' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863717049355754919/posts/default/8269403729701773047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863717049355754919/posts/default/8269403729701773047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tragedious.blogspot.com/2011/11/1433-monday-of-helltocome.html' title='#1433: The Monday of HellToCome'/><author><name>weewerts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03679992072698367582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6863717049355754919.post-7588545766871997639</id><published>2011-11-20T13:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-20T13:01:24.080+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='title tweet'/><title type='text'>#1432: Don't know what I spent this week doing, but I spent it happily</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6863717049355754919-7588545766871997639?l=tragedious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tragedious.blogspot.com/feeds/7588545766871997639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6863717049355754919&amp;postID=7588545766871997639' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863717049355754919/posts/default/7588545766871997639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863717049355754919/posts/default/7588545766871997639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tragedious.blogspot.com/2011/11/1432-dont-know-what-i-spent-this-week.html' title='#1432: Don&apos;t know what I spent this week doing, but I spent it happily'/><author><name>weewerts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03679992072698367582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6863717049355754919.post-6150097217845888027</id><published>2011-11-14T22:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-14T23:07:52.236+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lackoflife'/><title type='text'>#1431: Lonely out of necessity</title><content type='html'>I must say, study week is the biggest bitch to my social life ever. I talk about 0.01 times I do on normal days and I eat about 1.5 times I do on normal days. Grow fat only, 1.5 times the child-bearing hips aiyo. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;"A woman shall be seen and not heard."&lt;/i&gt; --&amp;gt; Exemplifies study week. I literally gain weight (become more visible) and shut up.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway BOSS has been BTFO (bugging the * out) of me recently 'cos of my stupid stunt.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;DroppedFinForLaw&amp;amp;KenaSniped,CannotBidForFinance,DeadEndGGXX. Enough said. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I dropped a mail to those behind BOSS yesterday only to have it forwarded to those who were &lt;i&gt;really &lt;/i&gt;behind BOSS today. Dialled them a couple of times this afternoon and I didn't get a response. Went down to Admin Building to &lt;s&gt;Complain&lt;/s&gt;. I wish.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was meek as a mouse. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Oh, you really can't do anything about it? It's urgent! BOSS 1B Window 1 closes tomorrow morning... Huh seriously, there's nothing else you can do?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Sorry, the whole department is on leave. So-and-so will likely be back tomorrow because she's on medical leave."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;s&gt;"WTF BUT THE WINDOW CLOSES TOMORROW MORNING!!!!! :'("&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(My life isn't quite as dramatic as I imagine it to be.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Went back to my laptop and found yet another email indicating my visit to the Office, forwarded to yet another person.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sat around and sulked. And studied.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6863717049355754919-6150097217845888027?l=tragedious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tragedious.blogspot.com/feeds/6150097217845888027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6863717049355754919&amp;postID=6150097217845888027' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863717049355754919/posts/default/6150097217845888027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863717049355754919/posts/default/6150097217845888027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tragedious.blogspot.com/2011/11/1431-lonely-out-of-necessity.html' title='#1431: Lonely out of necessity'/><author><name>weewerts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03679992072698367582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6863717049355754919.post-1428659349305098531</id><published>2011-11-12T01:06:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-12T19:16:13.090+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>#1430: Guess what I'm done, writing you songs</title><content type='html'>Haha no I'm not half that creepy/sweet but I like Jack's Mannequin. :)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2359 of 11 November 2011 marked the end of our FA report. :) 10%'s worth of grades for 30%'s worth of work. Alright actually it wasn't a tough project but just madly tedious, until we found our miracle database, that is. But I'm proud of it hehe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sad thing is, I admit that I missed all the 11:11 11/11/11s I will ever get in my lifetime. My wishes will be left unfulfilled. :( Sadgirl1991.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To know or not to know, that is the question. Frankly, I really wanna know and the reason behind that is so that upon knowing, I will then know when to stop. But is it true? Will I really? And all of a sudden, the allure of information lost its glamour. It is really scary what a small piece of information can do to you, isn't it? As much as we don't have the best of memories (as in power), it is hardly easy or even possible to un-know/un-learn something, especially something of such magnitude. Emotional magnitude. And very possibly, it could infiltrate you, like a virus to a computer, and just rip you apart and tear down your faculties; one moment you're fine, and the next, you could be shredded to incoherence.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's taunting. I'm not sure I can handle that. But I'm sure I cannot handle not knowing more. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So come what may.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Accomplishment of the day/month: Didn't drink coffee today. LOL&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6863717049355754919-1428659349305098531?l=tragedious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tragedious.blogspot.com/feeds/1428659349305098531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6863717049355754919&amp;postID=1428659349305098531' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863717049355754919/posts/default/1428659349305098531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863717049355754919/posts/default/1428659349305098531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tragedious.blogspot.com/2011/11/1430-guess-what-im-done-writing-you.html' title='#1430: Guess what I&apos;m done, writing you songs'/><author><name>weewerts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03679992072698367582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6863717049355754919.post-3486041077997682262</id><published>2011-11-06T21:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-06T21:43:26.991+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='video'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>#1429: Lifehouse Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="560" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/ac3HkriqdGQ" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was listening to Blind a lot more actually. So masochistic to listen to songs that make me ache that little bit LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I love this new cream I'm applying 'cos it smells so nice!! Like ION Orchard HAHA!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6863717049355754919-3486041077997682262?l=tragedious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tragedious.blogspot.com/feeds/3486041077997682262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6863717049355754919&amp;postID=3486041077997682262' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863717049355754919/posts/default/3486041077997682262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863717049355754919/posts/default/3486041077997682262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tragedious.blogspot.com/2011/11/1429-lifehouse-love.html' title='#1429: Lifehouse Love'/><author><name>weewerts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03679992072698367582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/ac3HkriqdGQ/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6863717049355754919.post-7872764705982590249</id><published>2011-11-05T22:27:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-06T00:16:20.362+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lackoflife'/><title type='text'>#1428: I'm here to help you notice the rainbow</title><content type='html'>I love sweet lyrics like that. :) I wanna be that kind of person haha, though I tend to be far too cynical, cold, practical.. not cotton candy or rainbow-esque. But really, when you need, I'm here to help you notice the rainbow. :)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On a completely different note:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maybe I can read you if I stop evaluating and re-evaluating my thoughts and start believing myself. Stop convincing myself otherwise and stop protecting myself. Stop overthinking.. Stop wondering, stop fearing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This past week has been happysad. It was stressful with bouts of consolation here and there. FUCKING MISSED MY INTERNSHIP TALK. The first few days were undeniably terrible. But I'm glad I survived it. 3 more weeks!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I can't wait to share this funny story with you but oh well. /:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;WTS WHY ARE ALL MY EXAMS 3 HOURS LONG? How to do 3 hrs of FA, tell me? And lobo? And CLS? And consti? I will die..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6863717049355754919-7872764705982590249?l=tragedious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tragedious.blogspot.com/feeds/7872764705982590249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6863717049355754919&amp;postID=7872764705982590249' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863717049355754919/posts/default/7872764705982590249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863717049355754919/posts/default/7872764705982590249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tragedious.blogspot.com/2011/11/1428-im-here-to-help-you-notice-rainbow.html' title='#1428: I&apos;m here to help you notice the rainbow'/><author><name>weewerts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03679992072698367582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6863717049355754919.post-2475466764941055344</id><published>2011-10-31T10:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-05T22:25:14.340+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>#1427: Cold</title><content type='html'>Maybe it takes a stressful circumstance to see how I'm really like? 'Cos vulnerability is really my middle name and you won't see it till you burst my bubble or break down my walls.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6863717049355754919-2475466764941055344?l=tragedious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tragedious.blogspot.com/feeds/2475466764941055344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6863717049355754919&amp;postID=2475466764941055344' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863717049355754919/posts/default/2475466764941055344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863717049355754919/posts/default/2475466764941055344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tragedious.blogspot.com/2011/10/1429-cold.html' title='#1427: Cold'/><author><name>weewerts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03679992072698367582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6863717049355754919.post-4528653417758571383</id><published>2011-10-31T00:21:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-31T00:36:53.653+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>#1426: The way to my heart</title><content type='html'>Is though my mind and my stomach&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Haha I realise I can't decide what my love languages are, now that I think about it. I used to think it was quality time until I experienced the fuzziness I felt from touch which has subsequently seemed more like acts of service 'cos I feel exceptionally touched when people do things/buy food for me without me asking.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is quite a meaningless entry that has nothing much to do with the title anyway LOL. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've been living with a dark cloud over my head these couple of days actually, partly due to PMS (never used to admit it), partly due to stress, partly due to other things. When I mean dark cloud, I don't mean that I was about to explode in anger (ok maybe angst lol) but I guess it's just this nagging feeling that follows you around as you go about your daily routine (or not) and you just wanna go "STOP FOLLOWING ME AROUND DAMNIT!" but you realise there's nothing behind you lol. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My friends have been here for me and I can't be any more appreciative of that. The highlight of this weekend was, of course, none other than S's deepavali party. (Yes, from now on I'm gonna anonymise everyone. Privacy ftw!) Good food, good company, good jokes &amp;amp; wit, what more can I ask for? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm glad that I managed to make real friends in SMU after all and I do feel so blessed and humbled. :')&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6863717049355754919-4528653417758571383?l=tragedious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tragedious.blogspot.com/feeds/4528653417758571383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6863717049355754919&amp;postID=4528653417758571383' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863717049355754919/posts/default/4528653417758571383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863717049355754919/posts/default/4528653417758571383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tragedious.blogspot.com/2011/10/1426-way-to-my-heart.html' title='#1426: The way to my heart'/><author><name>weewerts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03679992072698367582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6863717049355754919.post-4184659405137258142</id><published>2011-10-31T00:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-31T00:11:23.816+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lyrics'/><title type='text'>#1425: What song will you play at your wedding?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Story - Brandi Carlile&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;All of these lines across my face&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Tell you the story of who I am&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;So many stories of where I've been&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;And how I got to where I am&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;But these stories don't mean anything&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;When you've got no one to tell them to&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;It's true, I was made for you&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I climbed across the mountain tops&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Swam all across the ocean blue&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I crossed all the lines and I broke all the rules&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;But baby I broke them all for you&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Because even when I was flat broke&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;You made me feel like a million bucks&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;You do&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I was made for you&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;You see the smile that's on my mouth&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;It's hiding the words that don't come out&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;And all of my friends who think that I'm blessed&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;They don't know my head is a mess&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;No, they don't know who I really am&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;And they don't know what &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I've been through like you do&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;And I was made for you&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;All of these lines across my face&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Tell you the story of who I am&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;So many stories of where I've been&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;And how I got to where I am&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;But these stories don't mean anything&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;When you've got no one to tell them to&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;It's true, I was made for you&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Though it'd be perfect if the song were less noisy? It's an acquired taste haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6863717049355754919-4184659405137258142?l=tragedious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tragedious.blogspot.com/feeds/4184659405137258142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6863717049355754919&amp;postID=4184659405137258142' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863717049355754919/posts/default/4184659405137258142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863717049355754919/posts/default/4184659405137258142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tragedious.blogspot.com/2011/10/1425-what-song-will-you-play-at-your.html' title='#1425: What song will you play at your wedding?'/><author><name>weewerts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03679992072698367582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6863717049355754919.post-6227395326223294862</id><published>2011-10-25T19:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-25T19:15:33.471+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>#1424: Right Now</title><content type='html'>Today's supposed to be a happy day. Because it's slack and I've accomplished everything I needed to, including my resume. Yet while sitting here, listening to music, resting from the tedium of the past week and the need to keep doing something, waiting for dinner, I feel that this has been so unhealthy for me, I'm like a druggie chasing the dragon. Temporary highs have defined this semester. I think I've lost sight of what it's like to be contented..&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now playing: Look What You've Done - Jet (how apt)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Coldplay isn't helping either.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6863717049355754919-6227395326223294862?l=tragedious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tragedious.blogspot.com/feeds/6227395326223294862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6863717049355754919&amp;postID=6227395326223294862' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863717049355754919/posts/default/6227395326223294862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863717049355754919/posts/default/6227395326223294862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tragedious.blogspot.com/2011/10/1424-right-now.html' title='#1424: Right Now'/><author><name>weewerts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03679992072698367582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6863717049355754919.post-7070019996314437365</id><published>2011-10-23T00:48:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-23T00:51:18.918+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lyrics'/><title type='text'>#1423: New song, thanks Bhuvan :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;I'm about to lose my mind&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;You've been gone for so long, I'm running out of time&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;I need a doctor, call me a doctor&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;I need a doctor, doctor to bring me back to life.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6863717049355754919-7070019996314437365?l=tragedious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tragedious.blogspot.com/feeds/7070019996314437365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6863717049355754919&amp;postID=7070019996314437365' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863717049355754919/posts/default/7070019996314437365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863717049355754919/posts/default/7070019996314437365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tragedious.blogspot.com/2011/10/1423-new-song-thanks-bhuvan.html' title='#1423: New song, thanks Bhuvan :)'/><author><name>weewerts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03679992072698367582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6863717049355754919.post-4187091438679826283</id><published>2011-10-22T01:56:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-22T01:59:59.320+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lyrics'/><title type='text'>#1422: A Forgotten Favourite</title><content type='html'>Travis :)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Just need to get closer, closer&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Lean on me now, Lean on me now.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6863717049355754919-4187091438679826283?l=tragedious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tragedious.blogspot.com/feeds/4187091438679826283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6863717049355754919&amp;postID=4187091438679826283' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863717049355754919/posts/default/4187091438679826283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863717049355754919/posts/default/4187091438679826283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tragedious.blogspot.com/2011/10/1422-forgotten-favourite.html' title='#1422: A Forgotten Favourite'/><author><name>weewerts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03679992072698367582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6863717049355754919.post-8141399120749710371</id><published>2011-10-20T19:07:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-22T01:09:23.453+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lackoflife'/><title type='text'>#1421: Blahblahblahblah</title><content type='html'>The couple who entered a gsr in front of me is extremely suspicious LOL.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ah there's so much going on of late. LOBO report due on Monday, FA consultation on Monday, FA test this Wednesday, LOBO presentation this Thursday, consti wiki article due soon..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This week was crazily packed. And there was so much to be angry over the gig we did on Wednesday night. And so much to be angsty over tomorrow's 3-hr consti makeup class but this will pay off next week. :D Clearly a deferred lesson wheee. I should stop making FA references like how people speak fragments of jap as beginners. So lame. :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I went for a haircut today and it's much neater now! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I should get down to typing my lobo report now sigh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6863717049355754919-8141399120749710371?l=tragedious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tragedious.blogspot.com/feeds/8141399120749710371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6863717049355754919&amp;postID=8141399120749710371' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863717049355754919/posts/default/8141399120749710371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863717049355754919/posts/default/8141399120749710371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tragedious.blogspot.com/2011/10/1421-blahblahblahblah.html' title='#1421: Blahblahblahblah'/><author><name>weewerts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03679992072698367582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6863717049355754919.post-941148015236983864</id><published>2011-10-14T02:46:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-14T02:57:00.169+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='video'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lackoflife'/><title type='text'>#1420: Thanks for making tonight so much more bearable</title><content type='html'>I thought this moment will never come.. I finished my research paper and I don't plan to edit it anymore!! :D It's 2.47am now and I'm just gonna sit around and soak in this wave of calm that has descended upon me. I have never been happier to start studying for other things like LOBO and CLS. (There must be some psychological reasoning behind this. Hint: Another method to slavedrive your employees is to give them an impossible task to do while delegating other small chores to them, I'm pretty sure they'd be more than happy to complete the small chores.)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've not slept earlier than 2.30am all of this week. I peeled my nail, now it hurts. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1.5 hrs of consti tomorrow, as I mentioned to YK just now, I'd much rather sit in a cave with lions. It isn't the field, it's the prof.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe width="560" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/SxRjaPD9dU4" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This was amazing. I heard it through earphones and the harmonies are godsent. Time to train my mixed voice. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I LOVE YOU DELILAH!!! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Wts I kept ctrl-s-ing as I typed this entry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;And thanks Yao for offering me the med shirt! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6863717049355754919-941148015236983864?l=tragedious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tragedious.blogspot.com/feeds/941148015236983864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6863717049355754919&amp;postID=941148015236983864' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863717049355754919/posts/default/941148015236983864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863717049355754919/posts/default/941148015236983864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tragedious.blogspot.com/2011/10/1420-thanks-for-making-tonight-so-much.html' title='#1420: Thanks for making tonight so much more bearable'/><author><name>weewerts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03679992072698367582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/SxRjaPD9dU4/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6863717049355754919.post-8014814328026883315</id><published>2011-10-11T21:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-12T00:09:16.497+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lackoflife'/><title type='text'>#1419: Yr2Sem1 Recess Week</title><content type='html'>To paint or not to paint (my nails), that is the question.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today (no it isn't 'cos today is the Tuesday after recess week lol, I'm late) marks the end of the recess week. Fml. I haven't gotten anything done over these 5 days. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It began with me freaking out over my research paper on Monday after a weekend of lazing around and fun (Dealers' Choice and expensive but salty ramen with Cheryl Teo). The freaking out was really bad when it dawned on me during tuition on Monday that my 2 hours could have been better spent working on the paper. This was followed by me being extremely uptight on the bus ride to school for Voix. But thank goodness, my mood became tons better after singing and soaking in the fun that is Voix. :D I felt almost schizophrenic at that point in time and I was really beginning to question my sanity. -.- The change from sad/emo shit to euphoric happiness was just too drastic, I was like on drugs?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tuesday was tons of socialising in general I guess? I set out with the good intention to draw up a framework for my paper and actually type a few lines and get things going. I did get most of what I had intended to do done but I think I had been too easy on myself. -.- And thennn multi-coloured xlbs at Paradise Dynasty!! It's exciting food lol. We should never ever know what we put in our mouths. :p&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wednesday was just FA meeting and our paid gig at Ritz Carlton. :) Voix seriously bonds best when we go for gigs hahaha. Just scrape camp and slavedrive the club? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thursday and Friday - VOIX CAMP!!!! :D I REALLY REALLY ENJOYED THE IMPROMPTU SINGING :D We should just sit around all day mashing songs, harmonising all we want~ I love to sing ahh I wish I had a better voice. :p&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Saturday and Sunday - Rushed research paper until I wanted to puke.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Evidently this entry disintegrated as I wrote 'cos I'm still writing my research paper. Wtf, it's been 8 days. I concluded that I don't hate consti, I just hate how it's taught and by association, whoever teaches it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6863717049355754919-8014814328026883315?l=tragedious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tragedious.blogspot.com/feeds/8014814328026883315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6863717049355754919&amp;postID=8014814328026883315' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863717049355754919/posts/default/8014814328026883315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863717049355754919/posts/default/8014814328026883315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tragedious.blogspot.com/2011/10/1419-yr2sem1-recess-week.html' title='#1419: Yr2Sem1 Recess Week'/><author><name>weewerts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03679992072698367582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6863717049355754919.post-1227660960134857082</id><published>2011-10-09T17:04:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-09T17:06:07.888+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='title tweet'/><title type='text'>#1418: Love talking. And love talking to you. How?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6863717049355754919-1227660960134857082?l=tragedious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tragedious.blogspot.com/feeds/1227660960134857082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6863717049355754919&amp;postID=1227660960134857082' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863717049355754919/posts/default/1227660960134857082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863717049355754919/posts/default/1227660960134857082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tragedious.blogspot.com/2011/10/1418-love-talking-and-love-talking-to.html' title='#1418: Love talking. And love talking to you. How?'/><author><name>weewerts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03679992072698367582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6863717049355754919.post-1191759339084484106</id><published>2011-10-02T21:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-02T21:04:20.627+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='title tweet'/><title type='text'>#1417: Why did I get Daphne and Derby? Now that I finally have it, I don't know which songs are good :S</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6863717049355754919-1191759339084484106?l=tragedious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tragedious.blogspot.com/feeds/1191759339084484106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6863717049355754919&amp;postID=1191759339084484106' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863717049355754919/posts/default/1191759339084484106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863717049355754919/posts/default/1191759339084484106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tragedious.blogspot.com/2011/10/1417-why-did-i-get-daphne-and-derby-now.html' title='#1417: Why did I get Daphne and Derby? Now that I finally have it, I don&apos;t know which songs are good :S'/><author><name>weewerts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03679992072698367582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6863717049355754919.post-2701496052040605918</id><published>2011-10-02T01:45:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-02T01:49:11.741+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tv'/><title type='text'>#1416: Grey's Season 8</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe width="560" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/-eh3iysQG_I" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I haven't started watching Grey's Season 8 and probably won't be doing that any time soon 'cos it's too intense for term time. But nice song :) Credits to Joel for sharing! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6863717049355754919-2701496052040605918?l=tragedious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tragedious.blogspot.com/feeds/2701496052040605918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6863717049355754919&amp;postID=2701496052040605918' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863717049355754919/posts/default/2701496052040605918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863717049355754919/posts/default/2701496052040605918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tragedious.blogspot.com/2011/10/1416-greys-season-8.html' title='#1416: Grey&apos;s Season 8'/><author><name>weewerts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03679992072698367582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/-eh3iysQG_I/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6863717049355754919.post-7806351926687263956</id><published>2011-09-28T00:34:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-30T22:22:40.196+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='video'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>#1415: A new musical discovery in a loooong time. Dry spell?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe width="560" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/MYg3g6LX0DE" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New Discovery^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yish:&lt;br /&gt;on the other hand, i could laugh at the application of foundation at our prom..&lt;br /&gt;Me:&lt;br /&gt;/:&lt;br /&gt;damn&lt;br /&gt;i think my makeup was a disaster&lt;br /&gt;i'm such a late bloomer lol&lt;br /&gt;Yish:&lt;br /&gt;haha but you seem to prove hans christian anderson's point with a vengeance :P&lt;br /&gt;Me:&lt;br /&gt;omg i've come to a pt that i can't understand you lol&lt;br /&gt;simple english&lt;br /&gt;Yish:&lt;br /&gt;haha the ugly duckling mate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This has got to be the most indirect compliment I've ever received?! hahaha&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:78%;"&gt;If birthdays aren't meant to be celebrated, shouldn't you just die?&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/6863717049355754919-7806351926687263956?l=tragedious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tragedious.blogspot.com/feeds/7806351926687263956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6863717049355754919&amp;postID=7806351926687263956' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863717049355754919/posts/default/7806351926687263956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863717049355754919/posts/default/7806351926687263956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tragedious.blogspot.com/2011/09/1415-new-musical-discovery-in-loooong.html' title='#1415: A new musical discovery in a loooong time. Dry spell?'/><author><name>weewerts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03679992072698367582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/MYg3g6LX0DE/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6863717049355754919.post-2340231530845337713</id><published>2011-09-27T02:10:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-27T02:39:07.026+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='video'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>#1414: Someone Like You - Adele</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe width="560" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/qemWRToNYJY" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I heard that you're settled down&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;That you found a girl and you're married now.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I heard that your dreams came true.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Guess she gave you things I didn't give to you.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;This was posted on the Voix fb page and we're supposed to sing as expressively as Adele. (I love the Superman group!!) This triggered my goosebumps, like totally haha. Guess I am beginning to appreciate this song. Haha the piano accompaniment sounds like Secrets - OneRepublic. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;And on a completely separate note, I really appreciate the people around me who &lt;i&gt;know&lt;/i&gt; how to care. Nice people are underrated. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Additionally, It is rather timely that today is the real Day 1 after my quite-a-mega rant this afternoon. I find it quite regretful that I have so quickly lost sight of what I could find endearing about you. There's just nothing left. And then I ask myself why I even bothered typing this haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6863717049355754919-2340231530845337713?l=tragedious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tragedious.blogspot.com/feeds/2340231530845337713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6863717049355754919&amp;postID=2340231530845337713' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863717049355754919/posts/default/2340231530845337713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863717049355754919/posts/default/2340231530845337713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tragedious.blogspot.com/2011/09/1414-someone-like-you-adele.html' title='#1414: Someone Like You - Adele'/><author><name>weewerts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03679992072698367582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/qemWRToNYJY/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6863717049355754919.post-2990611338340392047</id><published>2011-09-25T20:40:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-25T20:55:40.890+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='whoosh'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>#1413: A Relaxing Birthday</title><content type='html'>Contrary to popular belief, I wasn't going to drink on Sunday, though admittedly I don't quite come across as a drinker.. Or do I? All you bad influences out there!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Had an awesome time with Joo though we almost got the venue all wrong. LOL! I think the beauty of today was that I had a valid reason to throw aside my everything and just spend time idling around doing what I love with a friend I love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But fuck I'm 20 already. :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Tragic is the irony of trying to play it cool when you are head over heels in love with someone lol. I mean "head over heels in love" in the impulsive and frivolous sense hahaha.&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/6863717049355754919-2990611338340392047?l=tragedious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tragedious.blogspot.com/feeds/2990611338340392047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6863717049355754919&amp;postID=2990611338340392047' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863717049355754919/posts/default/2990611338340392047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863717049355754919/posts/default/2990611338340392047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tragedious.blogspot.com/2011/09/1413-relaxing-birthday.html' title='#1413: A Relaxing Birthday'/><author><name>weewerts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03679992072698367582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6863717049355754919.post-2471659465658921596</id><published>2011-09-21T23:17:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-21T23:19:57.716+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='video'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>#1412: The Sing-Off's Delilah sings Grenade</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe width="560" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/aEuOyU1_jkA" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;SO GOOD OMG. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:180%;"&gt;GOOSEBUMPS&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/6863717049355754919-2471659465658921596?l=tragedious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tragedious.blogspot.com/feeds/2471659465658921596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6863717049355754919&amp;postID=2471659465658921596' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863717049355754919/posts/default/2471659465658921596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863717049355754919/posts/default/2471659465658921596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tragedious.blogspot.com/2011/09/1412-sing-offs-delilah-sings-grenade.html' title='#1412: The Sing-Off&apos;s Delilah sings Grenade'/><author><name>weewerts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03679992072698367582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/aEuOyU1_jkA/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6863717049355754919.post-927595084002166207</id><published>2011-09-20T03:16:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-20T03:32:31.218+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>#1411: "Gosh I totally just grew out of my teenage love phase"</title><content type='html'>Today I described to Bhuvan a love that I've never described before. One that's stable, patient, deep, kind, profound, irreplaceable, lasting.. And for a moment, I froze and was rudely shocked by the fact that I might have just grown out of my "teenage love phase". (Fuck this, I'm turning 20 this Sunday.)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Or maybe I've just fallen in love with yet another idea of love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Secretly: OMG I'M NOT GONNA BE A TEEN ANYMORE. :'(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;______________________&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Another thing about today. I can't believe that after a year (well, kinda) we have mutual friends. And I also can't believe I met X in school, a mutual acquaintance I removed from fb since then, and I was hoping badly X won't recognise me which I think is safely the case. The world is so small. I need to seek refuge in.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Financial Accounting LOL. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yeah I'm not funny anymore haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And no, you don't know what the story behind this is until you ask me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Quote of the Day goes to Polly: "got chemistry, stars falling in the background, birds singing in the trees and hell lot of cliche love fairytale shit?" Love the tone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6863717049355754919-927595084002166207?l=tragedious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tragedious.blogspot.com/feeds/927595084002166207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6863717049355754919&amp;postID=927595084002166207' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863717049355754919/posts/default/927595084002166207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863717049355754919/posts/default/927595084002166207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tragedious.blogspot.com/2011/09/1411-gosh-i-totally-just-grew-out-of-my.html' title='#1411: &quot;Gosh I totally just grew out of my teenage love phase&quot;'/><author><name>weewerts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03679992072698367582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6863717049355754919.post-6955451662363962576</id><published>2011-09-20T02:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-20T02:47:20.893+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='video'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>#1410: Not a fan of 21 Guns but this is so good</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="560" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/10oOuGg-lJg" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6863717049355754919-6955451662363962576?l=tragedious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tragedious.blogspot.com/feeds/6955451662363962576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6863717049355754919&amp;postID=6955451662363962576' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863717049355754919/posts/default/6955451662363962576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863717049355754919/posts/default/6955451662363962576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tragedious.blogspot.com/2011/09/1410-not-fan-of-21-guns-but-this-is-so.html' title='#1410: Not a fan of 21 Guns but this is so good'/><author><name>weewerts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03679992072698367582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/10oOuGg-lJg/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6863717049355754919.post-4100716823980121186</id><published>2011-09-17T22:29:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-17T22:42:44.524+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='video'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>#1409: I'll Be Your Love - Yoshiki (featuring Nicole Scherzinger)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe width="500" height="400" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/F7F4FgwYkbM" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha this song makes me nostalgic. I love how her voice is so perfect for this song. I love how the verses conjure a warmth inside me. Even when I'm all angsty over my consti presentation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Skip to 1:00 for the song!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;I'll be your love, I'll be your light&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;I'll never make you feel, feel alone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;Don't you cry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;Over the past&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Some days might be gray&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;And dreary&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Not easy to leave&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;To leave it behind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Till the rain stops in silence&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;I'll be there to hold your heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Sung by the same person who sang Don't Hold Your Breath lol (which I also like). Why so talented and hot?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe width="560" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/z4nKOzk8qbw" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6863717049355754919-4100716823980121186?l=tragedious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tragedious.blogspot.com/feeds/4100716823980121186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6863717049355754919&amp;postID=4100716823980121186' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863717049355754919/posts/default/4100716823980121186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863717049355754919/posts/default/4100716823980121186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tragedious.blogspot.com/2011/09/1409-ill-be-your-love-yoshiki-featuring.html' title='#1409: I&apos;ll Be Your Love - Yoshiki (featuring Nicole Scherzinger)'/><author><name>weewerts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03679992072698367582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/F7F4FgwYkbM/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6863717049355754919.post-5774040814962658571</id><published>2011-09-14T23:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-15T00:03:08.234+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='title tweet'/><title type='text'>#1408: I love my new nail colour! :D OPI's My Address is Hollywood</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6863717049355754919-5774040814962658571?l=tragedious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tragedious.blogspot.com/feeds/5774040814962658571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6863717049355754919&amp;postID=5774040814962658571' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863717049355754919/posts/default/5774040814962658571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863717049355754919/posts/default/5774040814962658571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tragedious.blogspot.com/2011/09/1408-i-love-my-new-nail-colour-d-opis.html' title='#1408: I love my new nail colour! :D OPI&apos;s My Address is Hollywood'/><author><name>weewerts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03679992072698367582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6863717049355754919.post-7312594794422922747</id><published>2011-09-13T21:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-13T21:19:08.902+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>#1407: Reasons Why You Shouldn't Be Friends With Your Ex</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;From &lt;a href="http://thoughtcatalog.com/2011/reasons-why-you-shouldnt-be-friends-with-your-ex/"&gt;Thought Catalog&lt;/a&gt;: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;You shared everything together. They saw you cry for no reason at all at two o’clock in the morning. They know about the issues you have with your parents, they picked out the olives in your salad because they knew you hated them. They may have sucked on your balls, for God’s sake. They went down on your vagina! So why settle for a watered down version of what you used to have? Every time you see them you’re just going to think, “I sucked on your balls and now we’re drinking iced tea and talking about the weather.” No thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’ll be tortuous, especially if you still want to sleep with them. You’re no longer allowed to do so. You own no more stocks on their body. You’ve been bought out. As you sit there actively trying to be friends, you’re going to grow resentful about the fact that you can longer kiss them. Just a little while ago, you could do whatever you wanted to their body and their face, and now it’s the one thing you’re not allowed to touch. You might just scream at them, “Why can’t I just touch your penis/vagina anymore?! It used to be mine to touch. Give it back!” I wouldn’t actually recommend saying that though because you might be called crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It will hurt too much. Listen, there’s no shame in not being an evolved grown up. No one said that we had to be friends with our exes. We can give into our insane feelings and say, “Screw you! You hurt me badly and I have no interest in shooting the breeze with you. We only do it so we can pat ourselves on the back afterwards and I don’t want to give you that satisfaction.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If they were the one who broke your heart, hanging out with them is going to make you feel so undesirable. You’ll try to look really cute when you go on your friendship date, in hopes that it will make them want you again. They’ll say, “Oh my god. That tank top you’re wearing has reminded me why I fell in love with you. Let’s get back together!” No, it’s not going to happen. You could go to these things looking like absolute garbage or royalty and it wouldn’t make a lick of difference. They’ve already fallen out of love with you and that won’t change if you’re having a good hair day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some exes we can be friends with. Some we can get lunch with and not think about the fact that we once licked their genitalia. But some exes are a “NEVER” in the friendship category. These are the people we hurt the most or who hurt us the most. And it’s okay to say “See you later!” It doesn’t make us immature, it makes us smart. If being an adult means subjecting ourselves to pure torture with someone who used to love us, then call me Peter Goddamn Pan.&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 18px; line-height: 28px; "&gt;&lt;span class="tc_mark" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-size: 18px; vertical-align: baseline; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://thoughtcatalog.com/wp-content/themes/thought_catalog/images/tc_mark.gif" alt="TC mark" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-size: 18px; vertical-align: baseline; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6863717049355754919-7312594794422922747?l=tragedious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tragedious.blogspot.com/feeds/7312594794422922747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6863717049355754919&amp;postID=7312594794422922747' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863717049355754919/posts/default/7312594794422922747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863717049355754919/posts/default/7312594794422922747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tragedious.blogspot.com/2011/09/1407-reasons-why-you-shouldnt-be.html' title='#1407: Reasons Why You Shouldn&apos;t Be Friends With Your Ex'/><author><name>weewerts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03679992072698367582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6863717049355754919.post-3564285837031188213</id><published>2011-09-13T21:06:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-13T21:09:29.774+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>#1406: Checklist for the Age 19</title><content type='html'>From &lt;a href="http://thoughtcatalog.com/2011/a-checklist-for-the-age-19/"&gt;Thought Catalog&lt;/a&gt;: &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Decide that you will not be jaded. Be indecisive about most things but certain about this. Say to yourself, ‘I will not be a jaded twenty-something, I will have self-respect, I will become a minimalist and move to New York and I will never complain, I will recognize sweetness and I will make it last.’ Mid-mantra, experience near-fatal blows to your beliefs about the integrity of the world and your place in it. Arrive at realizations that everyone else has already reached, crude truisms you’d idealistically dismissed or ignored. Money is power, pretty is good, sexism is the status quo. Adults don’t know what they’re doing, most mistakes matter, and you will never be cool. Try to be realistic without growing disillusioned. Bite the insides of your cheeks until they bleed.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Avoid telling strangers your age. Wish that you were 20 already, because when you are 20 people will take your emotions seriously, they will take your ‘work’ seriously, and they will take you seriously. Simultaneously take great solace in the fact that no one takes you seriously at all. Find comfort in the reality that you are still a teenager and glaring errors are still permitted and perfection is still suspicious. On low nights, take shelter in lowered expectations and fulfilled clichés and bad alternative rock. Recognize that once you turn 20, no one will describe you as a prodigy, no one will call you ‘exceptional’ or ‘advanced’ or ‘gifted’ or ‘special,’ Craig Ferguson will not say “Wow, and she’s only 19!” when the entrance music dies down. Master the art of feeding yourself consolatory nonfat yogurt while wrapped in blankets and reading things on the Internet. Let your eyes grow wide.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Begin a relationship with a person who feels more ‘real’ than your high school sweetheart, whose words sound heavier and more trustworthy, whose touch feels more intentional. Keep your feet on the ground. In an attempt at full disclosure, ensure that he sees you at your absolute worst. Be honest. Approach love consciously, in real time. Do not drift. Do not write poetry. Use words like ‘solid’ instead of ‘dreamy.’ Consider the concept of semi-permanence. Linger, savor, know now that there is no rush. Use your past as a parachute, then discard with metaphors and, for the first time, love someone in concrete terms. Feel like you could maybe spend your life with this person. Mail your parents a 20th anniversary card and realize that you have no idea what that means, no concept of how much ‘spending a life’ costs. Love on a day-to-day basis instead. Build slowly. Learn that this is more than enough.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Panic. Frequently.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Lack the chutzpah to drop out of your elite university, where you are currently pursuing a degree that entitles others to prematurely inform you of their latte order. When people over the age of 28 ask you what you will do after graduation, answer honestly. When they give you a look, that look, modify your reply. Turn the dial in the direction of money. Visualize corporate offices with potted ferns and floor-to-ceiling windows and expense accounts and fast elevators. Keep adapting your answer until their eyes mock less, until they nod, until they smile. Feel deep-seated despair when you hear the words ‘law school.’ Know that you are on track for successes that will always be secondary to that thing you really wanted but were too cowardly to chase. Imagine yourself surrounded by Excel sheets on 40-inch iMac screens and feel terror. Then, as the conversation drifts, remember that you are not a coward, that you are invincible because you are still 19, and tell them that you will [do that thing that you are not afraid to do], that you will make people feel less lonely, that that is what you are going to do. Do not recoil at the sight of raised eyebrows. Do not let pity sting.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Try to be a better person. A better son, a better daughter. Try very, very hard. Try to express the respect you have for your parents. You’ve begun, if only tangentially, to understand the sacrifices they made, the lives they didn’t lead so that you could live yours, so that you could read books, so that you could explore boredom and restlessness instead of real suffering. Feel zero desire to raise a child. Try to ask nothing more of your parents. Still need money, still need health insurance, still need their approval. Cringe at your dependence and immense good fortune. Realize how lucky you got. Be grateful. Try to be worthy.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Anticipate existential crises like screams heard from the back end of roller-coaster waiting lines. Have a conversation with a woman in her late-twenties who declares she’s still ‘just a kid.’ Decide that the only thing worse than being jaded is being in denial.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Get excited about things like jogging and dinner parties and rooftop gardens and adopted mutts and raw foods. Start training for a 5K. Throw together an evening with sliced tomatoes and Charles Shaw and medium-rare, Forman-grilled steaks. Climb onto the roof of a two-story academic building at night. Visit the websites of animal shelters, point and click and say ‘that’s the one.’ Develop neurotic habits when choosing produce at Trader Joe’s. Craft convincing imitations of a world you’ve yet to enter. Exist in a perpetual state of preparation for a life you’ve yet to earn.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Forgive. Forget. Fake it. Chin up. Wear lipstick, make lists, make sure your voicemail isn’t full. Mix protein shakes, send timely thank you notes, sip drinks more slowly, stare at adults’ eyebrows, smile without dimples, develop perfect posture. Be gracious, be kind, eliminate self-pity. Look in the mirror and shift your internal monologue from ‘How do I look?’ to ‘This is my face,’ from ‘What the hell am I doing?’ to ‘This is my life.’ Capitalize your emails, read the news, walk briskly, stay focused, and never, ever let on that you are somewhat lost and sometimes lonely and so completely confused (and would someone please just let me know what it is I’m supposed to do next, where exactly I’m supposed to go–). Just keep going. Go, and do not stop.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Every so often, you will need to scream. That’s okay. That’s allowed. Scream. After all, you’re just a kid. You’re only 19.&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 24px; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://thoughtcatalog.com/wp-content/themes/thought_catalog/images/tc_mark.gif" alt="TC mark" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; outline-width: 0px; outline-style: initial; outline-color: initial; font-size: 16px; vertical-align: baseline; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6863717049355754919-3564285837031188213?l=tragedious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tragedious.blogspot.com/feeds/3564285837031188213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6863717049355754919&amp;postID=3564285837031188213' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863717049355754919/posts/default/3564285837031188213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863717049355754919/posts/default/3564285837031188213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tragedious.blogspot.com/2011/09/1406-checklist-for-age-19.html' title='#1406: Checklist for the Age 19'/><author><name>weewerts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03679992072698367582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6863717049355754919.post-6849883186196755533</id><published>2011-09-12T01:45:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-09T00:33:40.303+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>#1405: DJ Got Us Falling In Love is really an awesome song</title><content type='html'>Albeit trashy, defining of alcohol-abusing days (not mine). I'll not be able to imagine myself listening to this on my mp3 player when I was younger. Why have I grown to like stuff I'd never imagine liking back then? It's so inexplicable and sometimes I find my affairs (in the general sense of the word) so lacking in meaning. Now, I'm less choosy, less &lt;s&gt;judgmental&lt;/s&gt; (I've never been quite a judge, maybe the word is discerning?) discerning. And then I'd find myself in shit and realise I'm ok being in shit 'cos such is life. It isn't all glory and glam, it's also about finding yourself in where you'd least expect to be. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And tonight I find myself still talking to someone whom I might adore, who talks to me, who can almost piss me off, whom I'm not sure wants to talk to me, whom I convince myself I'm absolutely ready to stop talking to, who also doesn't read this space which is perfectly fine by me. I'm right where I'd least expect myself to be 'cos my rational/logical self says this is all not worth it but guess what's stopping me? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;DISCLAIMER: EH I'M OK, JUST A BIT DRAMA ONLY. haha :p&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6863717049355754919-6849883186196755533?l=tragedious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tragedious.blogspot.com/feeds/6849883186196755533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6863717049355754919&amp;postID=6849883186196755533' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863717049355754919/posts/default/6849883186196755533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863717049355754919/posts/default/6849883186196755533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tragedious.blogspot.com/2011/09/1405-dj-got-us-falling-in-love-is.html' title='#1405: DJ Got Us Falling In Love is really an awesome song'/><author><name>weewerts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03679992072698367582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6863717049355754919.post-9027002320771461615</id><published>2011-09-11T19:53:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-09T00:34:22.925+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>#1404: The Real Day 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6863717049355754919-9027002320771461615?l=tragedious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tragedious.blogspot.com/feeds/9027002320771461615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6863717049355754919&amp;postID=9027002320771461615' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863717049355754919/posts/default/9027002320771461615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863717049355754919/posts/default/9027002320771461615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tragedious.blogspot.com/2011/09/1404-real-day-1.html' title='#1404: &lt;s&gt;The Real Day 1&lt;/s&gt;'/><author><name>weewerts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03679992072698367582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6863717049355754919.post-5020049265514059042</id><published>2011-09-10T12:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-10T12:25:33.526+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='video'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lyrics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>#1403: Ooh Natasha Bedingfield is not bad</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe width="560" height="345" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/9nq5vVR1zPc" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, Jet Lag then No Mozart (which JH thought I'd like which I did lol) and now this! ('cos I got the album)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6863717049355754919-5020049265514059042?l=tragedious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tragedious.blogspot.com/feeds/5020049265514059042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6863717049355754919&amp;postID=5020049265514059042' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863717049355754919/posts/default/5020049265514059042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863717049355754919/posts/default/5020049265514059042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tragedious.blogspot.com/2011/09/1403-ooh-natasha-bedingfield-is-not-bad.html' title='#1403: Ooh Natasha Bedingfield is not bad'/><author><name>weewerts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03679992072698367582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/9nq5vVR1zPc/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6863717049355754919.post-198790387738605018</id><published>2011-09-09T23:00:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-10T00:45:04.346+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>#1402: It's Accrual World (It's a Cruel World)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Oh don't we love puns? Haha can't wait to get my Asoc tee to wear to LOBO/FA? If you've been taking note of my status updates, you'd know that in Miles v Clarke, "accountants are the witch doctors of the modern world".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway I've been keeping busy this week. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Watched Crazy, Stupid Love. It was pretty awesome and I really loved how it was directed. Though I'm an utter cynic when it comes to love, I was really touched during the scene of the phone call. Also, I still don't believe that what was supposed to be a sex night would turn out otherwise; Only happens in movies.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bhuvan's Birthday Celebration. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Visited NUS. What can I say? I love the academic environment there haha. And I should have informed people that I was going down, it slipped my mind. /: Talked to old friends, made new friend, pretended that I was an NUS student albeit one who was too overdressed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Sports Fiesta 2011 was today. Haven't sweated so much since.. forever? Got this dri-fit tee (my first ever lol seriously) that says "I play sports at SMU therefore I'm cool." Uncharacteristic of me. I've never played so aggressively all my life. But gosh, I'm so unfit it's not funny. :(&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Had dinner with new friends. Learnt to use my iPhone better. Cracked JC/faculty jokes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Crashed Asoc Day for free beer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wrong Lyrics of the Week: Shut Up and Die - Rihanna&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;FA test next week. Gotta balance the sheet like my life depends on it. 10% &lt;s&gt;only&lt;/s&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6863717049355754919-198790387738605018?l=tragedious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tragedious.blogspot.com/feeds/198790387738605018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6863717049355754919&amp;postID=198790387738605018' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863717049355754919/posts/default/198790387738605018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863717049355754919/posts/default/198790387738605018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tragedious.blogspot.com/2011/09/1402-its-accrual-world-its-cruel-world.html' title='#1402: It&apos;s Accrual World (It&apos;s a Cruel World)'/><author><name>weewerts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03679992072698367582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6863717049355754919.post-3812750548623780514</id><published>2011-09-07T01:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-07T01:21:44.824+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nothingmuch'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='short'/><title type='text'>#1401: Alive again</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://formspring.me/spooked"&gt;http://formspring.me/spooked&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;:D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6863717049355754919-3812750548623780514?l=tragedious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tragedious.blogspot.com/feeds/3812750548623780514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6863717049355754919&amp;postID=3812750548623780514' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863717049355754919/posts/default/3812750548623780514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863717049355754919/posts/default/3812750548623780514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tragedious.blogspot.com/2011/09/1401-alive-again.html' title='#1401: Alive again'/><author><name>weewerts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03679992072698367582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6863717049355754919.post-6962053034679148951</id><published>2011-09-07T01:05:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-07T01:10:34.949+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='whoosh'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lists'/><title type='text'>#1400: From Thought Catalog</title><content type='html'>&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Compare your ex to someone new and feel relieved&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Compare your ex to someone new and feel regret&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Go on a terrible date that convinces you that you’ll be alone forever&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Go on a series of promising dates and tell your friends this “might be it”&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Let the holidays serve as a reminder of the last time you had someone to spend them with&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Spend the night drinking and dancing and kissing; walk home at 6 AM and feel content to be alone with the sunrise&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Listen to love songs that remind you of no one; feel indifferent about feeling indifferent&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Listen to songs that remind you of the past and cry in the fetal position&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Be enough for yourself&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Do the things your past relationships discouraged; be the person your past relationships suppressed&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Feel woefully behind and kind of nervous every time a friend gets engaged&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Forget how hard it is to watch your relationship dissolve when doling out advice&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Get defensive when your relationship non-status becomes a topic of conversation at Thanksgiving&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sleep diagonal because you can&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Feel high after a successful first date&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Wonder if you can fall in love with someone despite the absence of an initial spark&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Make out with someone for no reason other than you’re both single and attractive&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Date people who are completely wrong for you because you clearly don’t know who’s right for you&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Get drunk and mentally forgive people your sober mind can’t absolve&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Discover one day that you’ve stopped looking and started living; let that make you smile&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6863717049355754919-6962053034679148951?l=tragedious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tragedious.blogspot.com/feeds/6962053034679148951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6863717049355754919&amp;postID=6962053034679148951' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863717049355754919/posts/default/6962053034679148951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863717049355754919/posts/default/6962053034679148951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tragedious.blogspot.com/2011/09/1400-from-thought-catalog.html' title='#1400: From Thought Catalog'/><author><name>weewerts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03679992072698367582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6863717049355754919.post-2847001681293485209</id><published>2011-09-07T00:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-07T01:02:12.871+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='short'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>#1399: Complicated</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Our lives are made in these small hours&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;These little wonders, these twists and turns of fate&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I think I grew this semester. I think I grow when I feel. Scary but true.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;So today, I need to thank everyone who have so touched me this year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;And how can I forget? HAPPY BIRTHDAY BHUVAN! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6863717049355754919-2847001681293485209?l=tragedious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tragedious.blogspot.com/feeds/2847001681293485209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6863717049355754919&amp;postID=2847001681293485209' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863717049355754919/posts/default/2847001681293485209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863717049355754919/posts/default/2847001681293485209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tragedious.blogspot.com/2011/09/1399-complicated.html' title='#1399: Complicated'/><author><name>weewerts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03679992072698367582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6863717049355754919.post-6350633752757793119</id><published>2011-09-05T15:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-05T23:05:54.964+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='short'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>#1398: Day 1 :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;s&gt;I'm strangely comfortable with the unspoken arrangement and I'm glad that I'm not the one making the choice. 'Cos I know that if I were given the choice, I'd take the path of least resistance and.. subsequently fuck myself up. Thanks! :)&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wtf&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6863717049355754919-6350633752757793119?l=tragedious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tragedious.blogspot.com/feeds/6350633752757793119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6863717049355754919&amp;postID=6350633752757793119' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863717049355754919/posts/default/6350633752757793119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863717049355754919/posts/default/6350633752757793119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tragedious.blogspot.com/2011/09/1398-day-1.html' title='#1398: &lt;s&gt;Day 1 :)&lt;/s&gt;'/><author><name>weewerts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03679992072698367582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6863717049355754919.post-8810767044931503279</id><published>2011-09-05T10:15:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-05T10:16:37.936+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>#1397: Yr2Sem1Wk3</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;CLS Presentation on Saturday, followed by 3 hours of consti&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stayed up till 4+am on Friday night to compile the slides and almost got a major heart attack at 3am when I found out that two of my groupmates have 28 and 39 slides each. At that point, I thought I couldn't sleep that night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I have no idea how the presentation turned out. I was extremely nervous when my turn came, which was really unexpected 'cos CLS is a fluff mod. :S And suddenly, it didn't feel like a fluff mod!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;EVE 2011 at Velvet&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Voix won Best Vocal CCA, though EVE was generally boring. I didn't have a lot of food since most of the macaron mountains were emptied when I reached. At least I had a rose macaron :D my favourite! &amp;nbsp;:) And there was classy bite-sized food that can't fill your stomach. Also, there was free-flow of wine and beer. Headed to Phuture for free, thanks to Citibank (looks like I don't need a Clear Card anymore since the Clear Card quota was reached way before mine was. Useless lol). Tons happened, but it wasn't as fun a night as I imagined? And I could have met Yao who was there too. :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;1 Oct Dealers' Choice with Cheryl Teo&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally got the tickets from SISTIC the other day! (Actually it was the day immediately after I did the necessary paperwork for the promotion, yes I'm damn kiasu and afraid that the Cat 1 tickets will be sold out.) The queue was a bitch. I chose 1st row circle seats over stall, I do hope I made a good choice!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Going to NUS next Thursday (tentatively)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If all goes well, Jiahong and I will be there lol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Milo Captains' Ball on Friday&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally found my running shoes. Hope we win! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6863717049355754919-8810767044931503279?l=tragedious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tragedious.blogspot.com/feeds/8810767044931503279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6863717049355754919&amp;postID=8810767044931503279' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863717049355754919/posts/default/8810767044931503279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863717049355754919/posts/default/8810767044931503279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tragedious.blogspot.com/2011/09/1395-yr2sem1wk3.html' title='#1397: Yr2Sem1Wk3'/><author><name>weewerts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03679992072698367582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6863717049355754919.post-2424540793086676467</id><published>2011-09-02T10:06:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-05T10:16:17.055+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lyrics'/><title type='text'>#1396: Song Beneath The Song - Maria Taylor ♥</title><content type='html'>Cryptic words meander&lt;br /&gt;Now there is a song beneath the song&lt;br /&gt;One day you'll learn&lt;br /&gt;You'll soon discern its true meaning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An interesting detachment&lt;br /&gt;A listless poem of love sincere&lt;br /&gt;Desire, despair&lt;br /&gt;Overlapping melodies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it's not a love, it's not a love&lt;br /&gt;It's not a love, it's not a love song&lt;br /&gt;It's not a love, it's not a love, it's not a love song&lt;br /&gt;It's not a love, it's not a love, it's not a love song&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh now the roots are reminiscing&lt;br /&gt;Recurring dreams of minor chords&lt;br /&gt;Metred time&lt;br /&gt;Muted chimes find the beat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And in the pulse there lies conviction&lt;br /&gt;A steady push and pull routine&lt;br /&gt;The cymbals swell&lt;br /&gt;High notes flail into reach&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it's not a love, it's not a love&lt;br /&gt;It's not a love, it's not a love song&lt;br /&gt;It's not a love, it's not a love, it's not a love song&lt;br /&gt;It's not a love, it's not a love, it's not a love song&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the lyrics to this song! Grey's Anatomy Love :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6863717049355754919-2424540793086676467?l=tragedious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tragedious.blogspot.com/feeds/2424540793086676467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6863717049355754919&amp;postID=2424540793086676467' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863717049355754919/posts/default/2424540793086676467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863717049355754919/posts/default/2424540793086676467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tragedious.blogspot.com/2011/09/1397-song-beneath-song-maria-taylor.html' title='#1396: Song Beneath The Song - Maria Taylor ♥'/><author><name>weewerts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03679992072698367582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6863717049355754919.post-4017902593385081227</id><published>2011-09-01T23:46:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-05T10:16:08.662+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>#1395: Be Merciful</title><content type='html'>Learnt this about myself yesterday:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That it's ok if some people cause me to lose control and make me want to love them, be it friends or more, 'cos otherwise I'd just be rational and logical and cold. And I've spent enough of my life being all that, kinda. There's beauty in being compelled to drop everything you're doing for someone even if it's not the best thing to do at that point in time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Emotions can be a wonderful thing. I think I am growing up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6863717049355754919-4017902593385081227?l=tragedious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tragedious.blogspot.com/feeds/4017902593385081227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6863717049355754919&amp;postID=4017902593385081227' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863717049355754919/posts/default/4017902593385081227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863717049355754919/posts/default/4017902593385081227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tragedious.blogspot.com/2011/09/1396-be-merciful.html' title='#1395: Be Merciful'/><author><name>weewerts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03679992072698367582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6863717049355754919.post-3509079031876760244</id><published>2011-08-30T21:28:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-07T00:20:23.445+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='video'/><title type='text'>#1394: LOL LANVIN</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/S3N8QZTsZic" width="500"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6863717049355754919-3509079031876760244?l=tragedious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tragedious.blogspot.com/feeds/3509079031876760244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6863717049355754919&amp;postID=3509079031876760244' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863717049355754919/posts/default/3509079031876760244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863717049355754919/posts/default/3509079031876760244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tragedious.blogspot.com/2011/08/1394-lol-lanvin.html' title='#1394: LOL LANVIN'/><author><name>weewerts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03679992072698367582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/S3N8QZTsZic/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6863717049355754919.post-1678046371103449142</id><published>2011-08-29T22:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-29T22:57:39.320+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>#1393: Hurt comes in many forms</title><content type='html'>So does evil. A businessman is a businessman. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6863717049355754919-1678046371103449142?l=tragedious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tragedious.blogspot.com/feeds/1678046371103449142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6863717049355754919&amp;postID=1678046371103449142' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863717049355754919/posts/default/1678046371103449142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863717049355754919/posts/default/1678046371103449142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tragedious.blogspot.com/2011/08/1393-hurt-comes-in-many-forms.html' title='#1393: Hurt comes in many forms'/><author><name>weewerts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03679992072698367582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6863717049355754919.post-703601238143289960</id><published>2011-08-29T14:28:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-29T14:35:59.725+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lackoflife'/><title type='text'>#1392: Lamenting about something I thought I'd never lament</title><content type='html'>I miss playing soccer. -.-&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's been a good 4 years since we played soccer back in RG for our PE module. Secret: Actually I never really hated PE that much if not for the annual 2.4km run. And then there was the unsatisfying soccer we played in RJ in a "rink" with a ball so light one literally had to somersault to kick.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Guess it kinda sucks that soccer is a group game. How to find so many &lt;s&gt;people&lt;/s&gt; girls??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Shouldn't have washed my ball-printed PE shirt back then hahaha, so I can prove that I was right where the ball was heading. LOL! Like a loser.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6863717049355754919-703601238143289960?l=tragedious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tragedious.blogspot.com/feeds/703601238143289960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6863717049355754919&amp;postID=703601238143289960' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863717049355754919/posts/default/703601238143289960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863717049355754919/posts/default/703601238143289960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tragedious.blogspot.com/2011/08/1392-lamenting-about-something-i.html' title='#1392: Lamenting about something I thought I&apos;d never lament'/><author><name>weewerts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03679992072698367582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6863717049355754919.post-5316446425990150472</id><published>2011-08-28T02:53:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-28T02:54:05.251+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>#1391: Drinking coke at this hour (3am) is just insane, like eating ice-cream for breakfast.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6863717049355754919-5316446425990150472?l=tragedious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6863717049355754919.post-5098487834723016081</id><published>2011-08-28T02:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-28T02:35:17.549+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lackoflife'/><title type='text'>#1390: WTF CLS PRESENTATION NEXT SATURDAY?!</title><content type='html'>*ANGST* And prof got the groupings mixed up!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6863717049355754919-5098487834723016081?l=tragedious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tragedious.blogspot.com/feeds/5098487834723016081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6863717049355754919&amp;postID=5098487834723016081' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863717049355754919/posts/default/5098487834723016081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863717049355754919/posts/default/5098487834723016081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tragedious.blogspot.com/2011/08/1390-wtf-cls-presentation-next-saturday.html' title='#1390: WTF CLS PRESENTATION NEXT SATURDAY?!'/><author><name>weewerts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03679992072698367582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6863717049355754919.post-6380277230349260771</id><published>2011-08-27T11:49:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-27T15:26:10.643+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><title type='text'>#1389: A space of my own in school</title><content type='html'>I finally got down to getting a locker in school. It feels good now that I have a place to safe-keep my belongings considering how I've always felt that SMU's environment is too public. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6863717049355754919-6380277230349260771?l=tragedious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tragedious.blogspot.com/feeds/6380277230349260771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6863717049355754919&amp;postID=6380277230349260771' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863717049355754919/posts/default/6380277230349260771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863717049355754919/posts/default/6380277230349260771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tragedious.blogspot.com/2011/08/1389-space-of-my-own-in-school.html' title='#1389: A space of my own in school'/><author><name>weewerts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03679992072698367582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6863717049355754919.post-406189603938477881</id><published>2011-08-26T01:00:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-26T01:00:56.022+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lyrics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='title tweet'/><title type='text'>#1388: 'Cos there's beauty in the breakdown</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6863717049355754919-406189603938477881?l=tragedious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tragedious.blogspot.com/feeds/406189603938477881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6863717049355754919&amp;postID=406189603938477881' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863717049355754919/posts/default/406189603938477881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863717049355754919/posts/default/406189603938477881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tragedious.blogspot.com/2011/08/1388-cos-theres-beauty-in-breakdown.html' title='#1388: &apos;Cos there&apos;s beauty in the breakdown'/><author><name>weewerts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03679992072698367582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6863717049355754919.post-8920005370189579703</id><published>2011-08-25T09:19:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-26T01:00:23.566+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>#1387: Thanks Bhu :)</title><content type='html'>Life will break you. Nobody can protect you from that, and living alone won’t either, for solitude will also break you with its yearning. You have to love. You have to feel. It is the reason you are here on earth. You are here to risk your heart. You are here to be swallowed up. And when it happens that you are broken, or betrayed, or left, or hurt, or death brushes near, let yourself sit by an apple tree and listen to the apples falling all around you in heaps, wasting their sweetness. Tell yourself you tasted as many as you could.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;—  The Painted Drum, Louise Erdrich&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6863717049355754919-8920005370189579703?l=tragedious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tragedious.blogspot.com/feeds/8920005370189579703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6863717049355754919&amp;postID=8920005370189579703' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863717049355754919/posts/default/8920005370189579703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863717049355754919/posts/default/8920005370189579703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tragedious.blogspot.com/2011/08/1386-thanks-bhu.html' title='#1387: Thanks Bhu :)'/><author><name>weewerts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03679992072698367582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6863717049355754919.post-6583801017570519723</id><published>2011-08-25T00:01:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-26T01:00:13.250+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>#1386: Zheng Pei knows me too well</title><content type='html'>The other day I dragged Zheng Pei along to collect my free sample of some Dr Weil's product from the ORIGINS counter only to realise that it was only valid the next day.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today Zheng Pei sweetly whatsapped me the image for the upcoming macs promotion and kindly reminded me that it only starts on the 26th. (Knowing me, I could have jolly well not noticed lol!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just completed my FA quiz for the first week and thought it would be a brilliant idea to do this week's altogether. So I went a-clicking and happily ignored the start-end dates only to be greeted with a "Quiz Period Not Started". Awesome.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Some things just don't change, do they? :p&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6863717049355754919-6583801017570519723?l=tragedious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tragedious.blogspot.com/feeds/6583801017570519723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6863717049355754919&amp;postID=6583801017570519723' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863717049355754919/posts/default/6583801017570519723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863717049355754919/posts/default/6583801017570519723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tragedious.blogspot.com/2011/08/1385-zheng-pei-knows-me-too-well.html' title='#1386: Zheng Pei knows me too well'/><author><name>weewerts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03679992072698367582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6863717049355754919.post-2544655906939309323</id><published>2011-08-23T19:50:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-26T01:00:00.794+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>#1385: Embracing vulnerability</title><content type='html'>Polly posted a video on how accepting vulnerability is necessary to live a fulfilling life. So I think I'm gonna do exactly that today.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am vulnerable and very fragile and extremely out-of-sorts lately. I don't remember when the last time I felt like I was a walking time bomb awaiting my explosion was, but it's definitely been a while.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've been living under a veil of optimism since the last time I was very down last summer, only because I have awesome friends who give me incredible support at times when I just wanna give up and shrink away from life and the disappointments that come with it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And also because I have always perceived living outside of one's rationality and treading in the realms of emotions as a weakness. Which is why I never ever discuss how I feel about anything. I don't feel, I just observe/state, everything is a matter of fact. When I do feel, it comes from a 3rd person's perspective - how a hypothetical person would react in my situation; it's never about me, it's always about the average/normal person. It's about measuring emotional reaction to a yard stick of reasonability and only when it's reasonable does one's right to feel/react arise. And this bad habit has conditioned me into someone who acts as if everything is fine when clearly something is brewing inside of me, something that I choose to ignore is growing from within. Because I don't see why I should subject anyone to the irregularities and unpredictability of emotions, or my emotions. This is emotional constipation at its purest. So right now, when I'm feeling for you, I'm just.. lost.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've always been that sort of person who can psycho myself into thinking that I enjoy what I do, that everything is interesting, that people deserve the benefit of the doubt. But right now, I just need time off from being optimistic and cheery. What with complications that are beyond my comprehension.. And Consti is just seriously not my thing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm vulnerable so don't even try.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6863717049355754919-2544655906939309323?l=tragedious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tragedious.blogspot.com/feeds/2544655906939309323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6863717049355754919&amp;postID=2544655906939309323' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863717049355754919/posts/default/2544655906939309323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863717049355754919/posts/default/2544655906939309323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tragedious.blogspot.com/2011/08/1384-embracing-vulnerability.html' title='#1385: Embracing vulnerability'/><author><name>weewerts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03679992072698367582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6863717049355754919.post-4244611138514439008</id><published>2011-08-23T00:36:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-26T00:59:44.362+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><title type='text'>#1384: 'Cos I'm not quite ready to blog about Breathe just yet</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Hw_tkrQU6nw/TlKFoH9B4fI/AAAAAAAAAwE/ErZOI5kq7HU/s1600/IMG_1441.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Hw_tkrQU6nw/TlKFoH9B4fI/AAAAAAAAAwE/ErZOI5kq7HU/s400/IMG_1441.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5643720207424938482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt;b. Ethics has no place in accounting, since accounting deals purely with numbers.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;c. It is impossible to learn ethical decision making, since it is just something you decide to do or not to do.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;d. Ethics is becoming less and less important as a field of study in business.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So badass, I love it. Options b &amp;amp; c being my personal favourites. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6863717049355754919-4244611138514439008?l=tragedious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tragedious.blogspot.com/feeds/4244611138514439008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6863717049355754919&amp;postID=4244611138514439008' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863717049355754919/posts/default/4244611138514439008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863717049355754919/posts/default/4244611138514439008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tragedious.blogspot.com/2011/08/1441-cos-im-not-quite-ready-to-blog.html' title='#1384: &apos;Cos I&apos;m not quite ready to blog about Breathe just yet'/><author><name>weewerts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03679992072698367582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Hw_tkrQU6nw/TlKFoH9B4fI/AAAAAAAAAwE/ErZOI5kq7HU/s72-c/IMG_1441.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6863717049355754919.post-7380882378872549215</id><published>2011-08-22T13:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-22T13:08:25.746+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nothingmuch'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>#1383: The Merryman article</title><content type='html'>Though not the main point of the article (duh 'cos it's on comparative law scholarship haha), this phrase is still extremely quotable:&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;... clever, learned people will always find clever, learned things to say about anything they study...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Booya.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6863717049355754919-7380882378872549215?l=tragedious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tragedious.blogspot.com/feeds/7380882378872549215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6863717049355754919&amp;postID=7380882378872549215' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863717049355754919/posts/default/7380882378872549215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863717049355754919/posts/default/7380882378872549215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tragedious.blogspot.com/2011/08/1383-merryman-article.html' title='#1383: The Merryman article'/><author><name>weewerts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03679992072698367582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6863717049355754919.post-4244860600462600453</id><published>2011-08-21T17:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-21T17:46:07.302+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='video'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>#1382: I see nothing worse than to sail this universe without you</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I present thee, yet another sex song.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe width="560" height="345" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/C1yYy6oD2mA" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;We are stars,&lt;/div&gt;Fashioned in the flesh and bone,&lt;br /&gt;We are islands,&lt;br /&gt;Excuses to remain alone,&lt;br /&gt;We are moons,&lt;br /&gt;Throw ourselves around each other,&lt;br /&gt;We are oceans,&lt;br /&gt;Being controlled by the pull of another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I just wanna be loved by you,&lt;br /&gt;Yeah I just wanna be loved by you,&lt;br /&gt;I see nothing worse than to sail this universe without you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we met,&lt;br /&gt;I was pulling an angel out of a liar,&lt;br /&gt;We forget,&lt;br /&gt;Satisfaction kills our desire,&lt;br /&gt;We are dreamers,&lt;br /&gt;Wishing upon what we were born from,&lt;br /&gt;We made plans,&lt;br /&gt;Kill them ourselves,&lt;br /&gt;And then we mourn them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I just wanna be loved by you,&lt;br /&gt;Yeah I just wanna be loved by you,&lt;br /&gt;I see nothing worse than to sail this universe without you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I just wanna be loved by you,&lt;br /&gt;Yeah I just wanna be loved by you,&lt;br /&gt;I see nothing worse than to sail this universe without you.&lt;br /&gt;(I just wanna be loved by you)&lt;br /&gt;I see nothing worse than to sail this universe without you.&lt;br /&gt;(I just wanna be loved by you)&lt;br /&gt;I see nothing worse than to sail this universe without you,&lt;br /&gt;Without you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6863717049355754919-4244860600462600453?l=tragedious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tragedious.blogspot.com/feeds/4244860600462600453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6863717049355754919&amp;postID=4244860600462600453' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863717049355754919/posts/default/4244860600462600453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863717049355754919/posts/default/4244860600462600453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tragedious.blogspot.com/2011/08/1382-i-see-nothing-worse-than-to-sail.html' title='#1382: I see nothing worse than to sail this universe without you'/><author><name>weewerts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03679992072698367582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/C1yYy6oD2mA/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6863717049355754919.post-6323543366842290219</id><published>2011-08-21T12:34:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-21T12:50:28.967+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='video'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>#1381: Jet Lag - Simple Plan</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="560" height="345" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/ntSBKPkk4m4" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart heart heart is so jet lagged. Gosh this song is so catchy! First heard when the soccer girls sang this for VIVACE's Sing-Off.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6863717049355754919-6323543366842290219?l=tragedious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tragedious.blogspot.com/feeds/6323543366842290219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6863717049355754919&amp;postID=6323543366842290219' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863717049355754919/posts/default/6323543366842290219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863717049355754919/posts/default/6323543366842290219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tragedious.blogspot.com/2011/08/1381-jet-lag-simple-plan.html' title='#1381: Jet Lag - Simple Plan'/><author><name>weewerts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03679992072698367582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/ntSBKPkk4m4/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6863717049355754919.post-6786799464765966549</id><published>2011-08-19T01:31:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-19T10:49:26.252+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>#1380: My Stomach, Last Warning</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sN4AreHvD3k/Tk1NA34ifbI/AAAAAAAAAv8/I5QNHULZnL8/s1600/IMG_1428.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sN4AreHvD3k/Tk1NA34ifbI/AAAAAAAAAv8/I5QNHULZnL8/s400/IMG_1428.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5642250585561529778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;2 on the left were mine, 2 on the right were Zhengz's.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;From the day I had a very very bad stomachache.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6863717049355754919-6786799464765966549?l=tragedious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tragedious.blogspot.com/feeds/6786799464765966549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6863717049355754919&amp;postID=6786799464765966549' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863717049355754919/posts/default/6786799464765966549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863717049355754919/posts/default/6786799464765966549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tragedious.blogspot.com/2011/08/1380-my-stomach-last-warning.html' title='#1380: My Stomach, Last Warning'/><author><name>weewerts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03679992072698367582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sN4AreHvD3k/Tk1NA34ifbI/AAAAAAAAAv8/I5QNHULZnL8/s72-c/IMG_1428.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6863717049355754919.post-3084865889096514598</id><published>2011-08-19T00:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-19T01:02:17.332+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nothingmuch'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='law'/><title type='text'>#1379: Man seeks refund after romance fails</title><content type='html'>WIDOWER Chan Kok Sang, an accountant in his 60s, courted real estate agent Caroline Tong (left) in style. Now the couple have split up, he is suing her for a sum reflecting the value of the gifts and other expenditures. The following were the items he bought her, and their cost:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Property purchase deposits: $74,095.56&lt;br /&gt;Cost of producing her VCDs: $79,200&lt;br /&gt;Dental charges: $3,000&lt;br /&gt;Money transfers: $11,638.35&lt;br /&gt;Loan for purchase of Mercedes: $21,324.67&lt;br /&gt;Beds and cupboards: $8,367.40&lt;br /&gt;Watches: $34,003.70&lt;br /&gt;Spa treatments: $4,911.80&lt;br /&gt;Notebook, iPad and similar items: $6,686&lt;br /&gt;Louis Vuitton, Burberry and Gucci goods: $21,430.25&lt;br /&gt;Jewellery: $90,688&lt;br /&gt;Miscellaneous items, including clothes from boutiques and facials: $41,836.69&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Click &lt;a href="http://www.singaporelawwatch.sg/remweb/legal/ln2/rss/legalnews/72926.html?utm_source=email%20subscription&amp;amp;utm_medium=email&amp;amp;title=Man%20seeks%20refund%20after%20romance%20fails&amp;amp;notShowClose=y"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; for the article.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But epic. An accountant is an accountant.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6863717049355754919-3084865889096514598?l=tragedious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tragedious.blogspot.com/feeds/3084865889096514598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6863717049355754919&amp;postID=3084865889096514598' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863717049355754919/posts/default/3084865889096514598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863717049355754919/posts/default/3084865889096514598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tragedious.blogspot.com/2011/08/1379-man-seeks-refund-after-romance.html' title='#1379: Man seeks refund after romance fails'/><author><name>weewerts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03679992072698367582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6863717049355754919.post-8629268719381653537</id><published>2011-08-18T00:41:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-19T01:03:46.212+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>#1378: The Magical Equation</title><content type='html'>Today was an above-average day and it started early.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I spent 10am-12pm doing my booth duty at the (illegal) Voix booth with my late I/C, Elvin (cough IS Bash cough), and the ever self-sacrificial Justin, who had to be self-sacrificial anyway since neither of us had access to the storeroom. Haha and I was acting bitter over how Elvin was made in charge of me instead of the other way round when there were only the two of us. :p There was this bit of our conversation which I thought was particularly funny. Justin asked the two of us if we were gonna run for exco and we dismissed the idea almost immediately. I asserted that for every word he reads, I have to read ten. And this was followed by Elvin's remark that for every button Justin presses, he had to press ten. HAHA!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway more Voix folks came to join us after a while and I went off to get aglio olio from Tea Party for lunch (2nd time in 2 days gosh) with Malcolm who was trying it for the first time. I guess this was the first time I've ever really talked to Malcolm for more than a second since I joined Voix lol. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway the combination of aglio olio, tabasco sauce, strepsils and 3 cups of tea totally did my stomach in eventually. It left me queasy and cold during FA and more. I ended up having to eat dinner twice, which doesn't make sense. Since when was an inexplicable hunger a result of an overdose of strepsils and tea?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Plus, I have FA God for prof. She could blow my mind with her clarity, smartness and logic. Or maybe I'm just giving her too much credit for giving out a hard copy of her syllabus to each of us in class? :D I'm sorry but you never ever receive papers from profs in law classes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And it's been a while since I blogged with such detailed narration, really. Words and I have not been clicking these days, we still don't but we might get along.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And CTeo's virgin mambo night tonight. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6863717049355754919-8629268719381653537?l=tragedious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tragedious.blogspot.com/feeds/8629268719381653537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6863717049355754919&amp;postID=8629268719381653537' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863717049355754919/posts/default/8629268719381653537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863717049355754919/posts/default/8629268719381653537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tragedious.blogspot.com/2011/08/1378-magical-equation.html' title='#1378: The Magical Equation'/><author><name>weewerts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03679992072698367582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6863717049355754919.post-1657921423816038601</id><published>2011-08-15T00:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-15T00:38:12.428+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>#1377: Act yi ge hot</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-aJbnag24cwg/TkfxpW_Nr4I/AAAAAAAAAv0/NwAvqYOoyfM/s1600/228805_10150268487687721_529732720_7985586_2743217_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 375px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-aJbnag24cwg/TkfxpW_Nr4I/AAAAAAAAAv0/NwAvqYOoyfM/s400/228805_10150268487687721_529732720_7985586_2743217_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5640742751152484226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I'm so pleased with how this photo turned out. Super act yi ge hot LOL.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;BUT I didn't purposely stand like that! This was on timer mode and accidental.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6863717049355754919-1657921423816038601?l=tragedious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tragedious.blogspot.com/feeds/1657921423816038601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6863717049355754919&amp;postID=1657921423816038601' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863717049355754919/posts/default/1657921423816038601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863717049355754919/posts/default/1657921423816038601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tragedious.blogspot.com/2011/08/1377-act-yi-ge-hot.html' title='#1377: Act yi ge hot'/><author><name>weewerts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03679992072698367582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-aJbnag24cwg/TkfxpW_Nr4I/AAAAAAAAAv0/NwAvqYOoyfM/s72-c/228805_10150268487687721_529732720_7985586_2743217_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6863717049355754919.post-8939179421048330746</id><published>2011-08-13T17:36:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-14T23:09:20.549+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>#1376: Summer ends (read: angst)</title><content type='html'>I realised I would have been in Zouk 3x this week if I actually had the time to attend Flea&amp;amp;Easy this afternoon lol, had it not been for Voix practice. But omg, I didn't realise how much my eye liner smudged on Friday night until I went home and got a bad shock in the mirror. LOL Charmaine's MAC liquid eye liner speaks for itself, though I must say I was super grateful that she lent it to me or I would look un-made up during the competition. And it reminded me that black eye liner is always flattering (when unsmudged lol).&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My havaianas broke during practice today so I had to fix the two broken pieces together with this pin that I found on the &lt;b&gt;wall&lt;/b&gt; of the MDL. (I'm so good at DIY that I can totally survive a war.) But frankly, I was so upset that something so costly (though I don't quite recall how much I paid for it) would break so soon. But thank goodness, the make-do pin held everything together snugly enough that I could still walk over to Raffles City to get it repaired and who knew, &lt;b&gt;THEY WILL REPAIR IT AT NO CHARGE&lt;/b&gt;! :D (Three cheers for good customer service!) But I couldn't send mine in eventually 'cos that'd mean I'd have to make my way home on bare feet which isn't very wise. Plus, I was definitely not interested in buying another pair in the store. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Zi Yao says he's giving a big party a miss to come for my concert!! :') I'm so touched. :')&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We had dinner at Delifrance tonight. Delifrance never fails to disappoint, seriously.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6863717049355754919-8939179421048330746?l=tragedious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tragedious.blogspot.com/feeds/8939179421048330746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6863717049355754919&amp;postID=8939179421048330746' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863717049355754919/posts/default/8939179421048330746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863717049355754919/posts/default/8939179421048330746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tragedious.blogspot.com/2011/08/1376-summer-ends-read-angst.html' title='#1376: Summer ends (read: angst)'/><author><name>weewerts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03679992072698367582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6863717049355754919.post-5410162519366424788</id><published>2011-08-11T11:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-11T12:00:07.219+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='title tweet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>#1375: PHUTURE</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6863717049355754919-5410162519366424788?l=tragedious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tragedious.blogspot.com/feeds/5410162519366424788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6863717049355754919&amp;postID=5410162519366424788' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863717049355754919/posts/default/5410162519366424788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863717049355754919/posts/default/5410162519366424788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tragedious.blogspot.com/2011/08/1375-phuture.html' title='#1375: PHUTURE'/><author><name>weewerts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03679992072698367582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6863717049355754919.post-3010862231688740155</id><published>2011-08-09T22:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-09T22:25:21.574+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='msn'/><title type='text'>#1374: HAPPY NATIONAL DAY SOLDIER</title><content type='html'>jiahong says: (11:57:09 PM)&lt;br /&gt;life has much more than friends and r/s&lt;br /&gt;jiahong says: (11:57:10 PM)&lt;br /&gt;:P&lt;br /&gt;joey says: (11:57:24 PM)&lt;br /&gt;aiya not like i don't know&lt;br /&gt;joey says: (11:58:02 PM)&lt;br /&gt;life has much more than friends and r/s, life has ARMY&lt;br /&gt;jiahong says: (11:58:27 PM)&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;joey says: (11:58:53 PM)&lt;br /&gt;gosh totally in the right mood for national day huh&lt;br /&gt;jiahong says: (11:59:01 PM)&lt;br /&gt;no&lt;br /&gt;joey says: (11:59:01 PM)&lt;br /&gt;2 more mins&lt;br /&gt;jiahong says: (11:59:02 PM)&lt;br /&gt;its different&lt;br /&gt;jiahong says: (11:59:04 PM)&lt;br /&gt;totally&lt;br /&gt;jiahong says: (11:59:04 PM)&lt;br /&gt;&amp;lt;.&amp;lt;&lt;br /&gt;joey says: (12:00:20 AM)&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY NATIONAL DAY&lt;br /&gt;joey says: (12:00:23 AM)&lt;br /&gt;SOLDIER&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6863717049355754919-3010862231688740155?l=tragedious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tragedious.blogspot.com/feeds/3010862231688740155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6863717049355754919&amp;postID=3010862231688740155' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863717049355754919/posts/default/3010862231688740155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863717049355754919/posts/default/3010862231688740155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tragedious.blogspot.com/2011/08/1374-happy-national-day-soldier.html' title='#1374: HAPPY NATIONAL DAY SOLDIER'/><author><name>weewerts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03679992072698367582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6863717049355754919.post-5056580911109897245</id><published>2011-08-07T22:29:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-08T11:21:10.632+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>#1373: Catching Up</title><content type='html'>Haven't talked to Jiahong in a million years. And we can't do Monday lunch because Yao, who's typically too busy for us can't make it, and I have Voix. And Cheryl &lt;s&gt;has no citibank card?&lt;/s&gt; IS IN KL. SIGH no sashimi, chawanmushi, SOBA.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Haha I do miss the good old times when we used to transfer music to each other (and my internet connection would suck so bad), when we bitched about annoying people, when I was bored to death 'cos I felt bad talking to people when they were mugging for prelims/As or when I was on internship, when we were supposed to go to Cebu together for our ISLE (epic fail).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And lol, the drama in army is seriously hilarious but poor thing, you're really quite unfortunate. :p But, 4 more months to ORD?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6863717049355754919-5056580911109897245?l=tragedious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tragedious.blogspot.com/feeds/5056580911109897245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6863717049355754919&amp;postID=5056580911109897245' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863717049355754919/posts/default/5056580911109897245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863717049355754919/posts/default/5056580911109897245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tragedious.blogspot.com/2011/08/1373-catching-up.html' title='#1373: Catching Up'/><author><name>weewerts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03679992072698367582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6863717049355754919.post-6302836015427254534</id><published>2011-08-06T22:47:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-06T22:57:39.900+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='short'/><title type='text'>#1372: 6 August</title><content type='html'>When I walk on eggshells, I feel so fucking insane. Like I need tons of tea so that I can attribute the palpitation of my heart to a biological reaction, I wanna sleep awake, I wanna just throw my consciousness aside and come back when I get an answer. Why is this everything but easy? Why am I killing myself?&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;23 July was a Saturday. And so is today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6863717049355754919-6302836015427254534?l=tragedious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tragedious.blogspot.com/feeds/6302836015427254534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6863717049355754919&amp;postID=6302836015427254534' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863717049355754919/posts/default/6302836015427254534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863717049355754919/posts/default/6302836015427254534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tragedious.blogspot.com/2011/08/1372-6-august.html' title='#1372: 6 August'/><author><name>weewerts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03679992072698367582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6863717049355754919.post-8407183789792530320</id><published>2011-08-06T21:52:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-06T21:53:23.555+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='title tweet'/><title type='text'>#1371: Totally cannot attend AG Cup 2011 semi-finals  'cos it's competition day. SIGH.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6863717049355754919-8407183789792530320?l=tragedious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tragedious.blogspot.com/feeds/8407183789792530320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6863717049355754919&amp;postID=8407183789792530320' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863717049355754919/posts/default/8407183789792530320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863717049355754919/posts/default/8407183789792530320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tragedious.blogspot.com/2011/08/1371-totally-cannot-attend-ag-cup-2011.html' title='#1371: Totally cannot attend AG Cup 2011 semi-finals  &apos;cos it&apos;s competition day. SIGH.'/><author><name>weewerts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03679992072698367582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6863717049355754919.post-4728067366890609963</id><published>2011-08-06T21:06:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-06T21:30:36.341+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>#1370: Voixever</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I finally bought my costume for the competition - a pair of attention-grabbing pink pants, which I ended up loving so much more than the flare skirt below. I probably own too many flare skirts already but ahhh one more won't hurt, right? :p&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4PpDM_OjNcU/Tj09hhgBgpI/AAAAAAAAAvk/TWBPaFGQRlw/s400/27W04ABLK_2_large.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5637729954675393170" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Gosh it's so cute! It's very much like a shorter version of the character skirt from ballet though. :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Anyway that's the story of what I &lt;b&gt;didn't&lt;/b&gt; get. I can't seem to find a picture of the pants I bought so you'll just have to meet me at the right time to see it! OR come for our concert! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;It's less than a week to competition! It's not about the money money money, we don't need your money money money, we just wanna make the world dance, forget about the price tag. ~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;An all-girls a cappella group is really very pretty; I don't mean it in the physical sense of the word, but rather in the pretty-delicate-feminine way. Oh well, duh it's feminine. And as much as all the practices tire me to the bones (and seriously all the crunches during warmups -.- last warning), I'm still really glad I'm part of this. I would never expect to be so dedicated to something non-academic in uni at all, ever. Do you know how to spell dedication? HAHA, inside joke.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;And I realised that I really do enjoy dancing, even if it's basic dance moves for our choreo or just going nuts bouncing and jumping to music. And the enjoyment is brought to the next level when you do it in heels lol! Oh the joys of clubbing huh hahaha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6863717049355754919-4728067366890609963?l=tragedious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tragedious.blogspot.com/feeds/4728067366890609963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6863717049355754919&amp;postID=4728067366890609963' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863717049355754919/posts/default/4728067366890609963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863717049355754919/posts/default/4728067366890609963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tragedious.blogspot.com/2011/08/1370-voixever.html' title='#1370: Voixever'/><author><name>weewerts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03679992072698367582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4PpDM_OjNcU/Tj09hhgBgpI/AAAAAAAAAvk/TWBPaFGQRlw/s72-c/27W04ABLK_2_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6863717049355754919.post-8335629606728127989</id><published>2011-08-06T01:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-06T02:05:08.335+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lyrics'/><title type='text'>#1369: Welcome to my world of lyrics-gone-wrong</title><content type='html'>The first time I heard the Empire State of Mind chorus, it went down like that:&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In New York, concrete jungle wet dreams are made of,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There's nothing you can't do, now you're in New York,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;These streets will make you feel brand new,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Big lights will inspire you, Now here it for New York,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;New York, New York&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Like WHAT?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6863717049355754919-8335629606728127989?l=tragedious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tragedious.blogspot.com/feeds/8335629606728127989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6863717049355754919&amp;postID=8335629606728127989' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863717049355754919/posts/default/8335629606728127989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863717049355754919/posts/default/8335629606728127989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tragedious.blogspot.com/2011/08/1369-welcome-to-my-world-of-lyrics-gone.html' title='#1369: Welcome to my world of lyrics-gone-wrong'/><author><name>weewerts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03679992072698367582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6863717049355754919.post-2312014585164420109</id><published>2011-08-06T00:43:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-06T21:05:22.957+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='short'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>#1368: What do you do?</title><content type='html'>When an old crush asks you out... one summer too late? SIAN MAX.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6863717049355754919-2312014585164420109?l=tragedious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tragedious.blogspot.com/feeds/2312014585164420109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6863717049355754919&amp;postID=2312014585164420109' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863717049355754919/posts/default/2312014585164420109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863717049355754919/posts/default/2312014585164420109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tragedious.blogspot.com/2011/08/1368-what-do-you-do.html' title='#1368: What do you do?'/><author><name>weewerts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03679992072698367582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6863717049355754919.post-3966541189646792892</id><published>2011-08-05T01:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-05T01:32:04.840+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='title tweet'/><title type='text'>#1367: Joo I love you so much but we have no time to meet. :(</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6863717049355754919-3966541189646792892?l=tragedious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tragedious.blogspot.com/feeds/3966541189646792892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6863717049355754919&amp;postID=3966541189646792892' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863717049355754919/posts/default/3966541189646792892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863717049355754919/posts/default/3966541189646792892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tragedious.blogspot.com/2011/08/1367-joo-i-love-you-so-much-but-we-have.html' title='#1367: Joo I love you so much but we have no time to meet. :('/><author><name>weewerts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03679992072698367582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6863717049355754919.post-4721257337989205186</id><published>2011-08-04T17:33:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-06T21:49:07.681+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='whoosh'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>#1366: Girls Night Out ♡</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Polly, Bhuvan and I could finally meet last Tuesday because someone's finally back!! :D So that was the night I had Thai food for the 3rd time in 5 days, if I counted correctly? Which could have very well turned out to be my 3rd phad thai in 5 days, but no, I decided to get basil chicken instead! Haha we dined at this restaurant in The Dodgy Orchard Towers, after which we proceeded to (the new?) PS Cafe at Palais for dessert.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The ambience of both places were two extreme ends on a scale, seriously. Orchard Towers oozed "Slut Fest" by night and casual sex was in the air. PS Cafe, on the other hand, was just freaking awesome. The kind of place that can help you score extra gazillion brownie points on a first date.. but will leave your pocket empty for the coming week? But still, an awesome place for desserts. We had this banana butterscotch cake thing with ice-cream, an iced chocolate and Polly had a wild berry martini (which I felt tasted very much like medicine oops). :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9bTTKdNuScQ/Tj1FX1jVYqI/AAAAAAAAAvs/haTkIZ6tFrk/s400/IMG_1382.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5637738584352318114" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Actually I'm still thinking of the Nutella Pie from Everything With Fries, though I'm not much of a chocolate/nutella person. Maybe my India trip developed my fondness for nutella/my perception of nutella as a luxury good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I'm also very much reminded by how the burgers and the neverending supply of fries left Cheryl and I too bloated to do anything. HAHA, everytime we go out we stuff ourselves crazy or something?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6863717049355754919-4721257337989205186?l=tragedious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tragedious.blogspot.com/feeds/4721257337989205186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6863717049355754919&amp;postID=4721257337989205186' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863717049355754919/posts/default/4721257337989205186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863717049355754919/posts/default/4721257337989205186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tragedious.blogspot.com/2011/08/1366-girls-night-out.html' title='#1366: Girls Night Out ♡'/><author><name>weewerts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03679992072698367582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9bTTKdNuScQ/Tj1FX1jVYqI/AAAAAAAAAvs/haTkIZ6tFrk/s72-c/IMG_1382.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6863717049355754919.post-1108497258435934952</id><published>2011-08-03T00:38:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-03T00:39:27.910+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='video'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>#1365: Hot girl!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe width="560" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/suJVQtU_82s" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Need I say more? Hot girl!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6863717049355754919-1108497258435934952?l=tragedious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tragedious.blogspot.com/feeds/1108497258435934952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6863717049355754919&amp;postID=1108497258435934952' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863717049355754919/posts/default/1108497258435934952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863717049355754919/posts/default/1108497258435934952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tragedious.blogspot.com/2011/08/1365-hot-girl.html' title='#1365: Hot girl!!'/><author><name>weewerts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03679992072698367582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/suJVQtU_82s/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6863717049355754919.post-193439055608622664</id><published>2011-07-31T18:41:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-04T14:00:12.549+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='whoosh'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>#1364: We are so old 'cos this was like our J1 song</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe width="560" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/K0K46C82v9o" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha this was playing during dance warmups today! It totally brought me back to J1. OMG so much NOSTALGIA lately haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And as Wenyi kindly reminded me, this one too:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TATA YOUNG&lt;br /&gt;"I pick all my skirts to be a little too sexy,&lt;br /&gt;Just like all my thoughts they tend to be a bit naughty,&lt;br /&gt;When I'm out with my girls I always play a bit bitchy,&lt;br /&gt;Can't change the way I am,&lt;br /&gt;Sexy naughty bitchy me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha I have so many music entries lately too. Oops?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6863717049355754919-193439055608622664?l=tragedious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tragedious.blogspot.com/feeds/193439055608622664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6863717049355754919&amp;postID=193439055608622664' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863717049355754919/posts/default/193439055608622664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863717049355754919/posts/default/193439055608622664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tragedious.blogspot.com/2011/07/1364-we-are-so-old-cos-this-was-like.html' title='#1364: We are so old &apos;cos this was like our J1 song'/><author><name>weewerts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03679992072698367582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/K0K46C82v9o/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6863717049355754919.post-7048933075661563937</id><published>2011-07-30T22:37:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-30T23:04:00.414+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>#1363: Like a Voix camp 2</title><content type='html'>9am - 9pm worth of Voix today. I was so exhausted from all the dancing by the time afternoon came. D: And we still had to stay to sing even more.. D: D: D: D: NO MORE LIFE EVEN BEFORE SCHOOL STARTS. :'( :'( Love, hate and angst sigh.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On a happier note, BHUVAN IS COMING HOME SOON! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;OH and it's Ziyao's birthday today! HAPPY BIRTHDAY &lt;strike&gt;to my bitchiest friend ever&lt;/strike&gt;! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6863717049355754919-7048933075661563937?l=tragedious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tragedious.blogspot.com/feeds/7048933075661563937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6863717049355754919&amp;postID=7048933075661563937' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863717049355754919/posts/default/7048933075661563937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863717049355754919/posts/default/7048933075661563937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tragedious.blogspot.com/2011/07/1363-like-voix-camp-2.html' title='#1363: Like a Voix camp 2'/><author><name>weewerts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03679992072698367582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6863717049355754919.post-1075776196677527080</id><published>2011-07-26T23:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-26T23:53:26.763+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nothingmuch'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>#1362: Pple get tattoo, I also want. But no balls.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4zs07Ppw7Hw/Ti7fxJoZ8VI/AAAAAAAAAvc/CPusSdwK_cQ/s1600/IMG_1329.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4zs07Ppw7Hw/Ti7fxJoZ8VI/AAAAAAAAAvc/CPusSdwK_cQ/s400/IMG_1329.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633686219379044690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Nah, it isn't really about not having the guts to be inked but I think I just can't handle the permanence of a tattoo. Besides, I have not found any image or quote I will find myself particularly attached to in the following years (or anyone, even HAHA), as much as I like to toy with the idea of having birds soar across the side of my body, or finding ink surprises behind my ear. And, it's just too cheesy to &lt;i&gt;literally&lt;/i&gt; make my life philosophy a part of me. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;AU NATUREL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't even know why I chose these words; I just thought of them, googled the spelling and started writing on myself with a pilot pen lol. It's not even anything like my handwriting.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;By the end of this entry, I decided to remove it. It was just too lame.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6863717049355754919-1075776196677527080?l=tragedious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tragedious.blogspot.com/feeds/1075776196677527080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6863717049355754919&amp;postID=1075776196677527080' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863717049355754919/posts/default/1075776196677527080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863717049355754919/posts/default/1075776196677527080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tragedious.blogspot.com/2011/07/1362-pple-get-tattoo-i-also-want-but-no.html' title='#1362: Pple get tattoo, I also want. But no balls.'/><author><name>weewerts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03679992072698367582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4zs07Ppw7Hw/Ti7fxJoZ8VI/AAAAAAAAAvc/CPusSdwK_cQ/s72-c/IMG_1329.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6863717049355754919.post-2295062355446680021</id><published>2011-07-26T22:51:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-26T22:56:34.108+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>#1361: Have You Heard (yet another underrated Katy Perry song)?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qm3goMGnwOA/Ti7U8ozs6pI/AAAAAAAAAvU/W6yUF9AopVM/s1600/OPI_the-one-that-got-away-katy-perry-Denver-Nail-Lounge.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 291px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qm3goMGnwOA/Ti7U8ozs6pI/AAAAAAAAAvU/W6yUF9AopVM/s400/OPI_the-one-that-got-away-katy-perry-Denver-Nail-Lounge.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633674322098580114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The song has an OPI nail polish named after it whoo! (which I don't own.. No, this blog isn't about nail polish and materialism. :) )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe width="560" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/Gdj7-izhu4A" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Lovin' the youth and innocence of this song.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6863717049355754919-2295062355446680021?l=tragedious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tragedious.blogspot.com/feeds/2295062355446680021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6863717049355754919&amp;postID=2295062355446680021' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863717049355754919/posts/default/2295062355446680021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863717049355754919/posts/default/2295062355446680021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tragedious.blogspot.com/2011/07/1361-have-you-heard-yet-another.html' title='#1361: Have You Heard (yet another underrated Katy Perry song)?'/><author><name>weewerts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03679992072698367582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qm3goMGnwOA/Ti7U8ozs6pI/AAAAAAAAAvU/W6yUF9AopVM/s72-c/OPI_the-one-that-got-away-katy-perry-Denver-Nail-Lounge.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6863717049355754919.post-1000437717869035743</id><published>2011-07-26T22:27:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-26T23:09:30.347+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='whoosh'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>#1360: The CUTEST emailer ever!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0exqkgsywBE/Ti7PdgPFZLI/AAAAAAAAAvM/cw7OZiYh9Vg/s1600/Picture%2B2.png" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 321px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0exqkgsywBE/Ti7PdgPFZLI/AAAAAAAAAvM/cw7OZiYh9Vg/s400/Picture%2B2.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633668289663427762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Courtesy of HQ. :) HAHA we were laughing so hard when Redgie received this today in school. I love it! :p This totally makes up for the social life Voix's gonna suck out of me the coming weeks to concert+competition hahaha. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway Arts Camp, rumoured to be the best smu camp after Bondue, was today. It was basically hours and hours of singing the same mashups over and over again - Stand By Me, Beautiful Girl &amp;amp; Just The Way You Are/Forget You. The latter is totally a player's mashup-of-choice 'cos those two songs are so conceptually different; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Forget You&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;The Way You Are&lt;/span&gt;, enough said. Or it could be Fuck You The Way You Are, depending on which version you sing. :p&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway some memorable performances were by the group that included the Taylor Swift song at the end and the crazy clubbing group that "personified" Shots with their shorts, like literally, "Shorts shorts shorts shorts shorts" hahaha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And of course, spending quality time with cca mates pouring our hearts out in song(s). :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6863717049355754919-1000437717869035743?l=tragedious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tragedious.blogspot.com/feeds/1000437717869035743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6863717049355754919&amp;postID=1000437717869035743' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863717049355754919/posts/default/1000437717869035743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863717049355754919/posts/default/1000437717869035743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tragedious.blogspot.com/2011/07/1360-cutest-emailer-ever.html' title='#1360: The CUTEST emailer ever!!'/><author><name>weewerts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03679992072698367582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0exqkgsywBE/Ti7PdgPFZLI/AAAAAAAAAvM/cw7OZiYh9Vg/s72-c/Picture%2B2.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6863717049355754919.post-528804059529251084</id><published>2011-07-26T01:13:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-26T01:27:29.343+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>#1359: Fake Nfu Oh (nail polish) from Msia that does the job anyway</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YfQjox8pgo4/Ti2kcHxRobI/AAAAAAAAAvE/ptS0jKNo924/s1600/IMG_1319.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YfQjox8pgo4/Ti2kcHxRobI/AAAAAAAAAvE/ptS0jKNo924/s400/IMG_1319.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633339511939375538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My fingers, the single skinniest part of my body, and my favourite shimmery polish so far! It's almost matte-ish. :D I LOVE IT AND I DON'T CARE IF IT'S AN IMITATION GOOD.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6863717049355754919-528804059529251084?l=tragedious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tragedious.blogspot.com/feeds/528804059529251084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6863717049355754919&amp;postID=528804059529251084' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863717049355754919/posts/default/528804059529251084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863717049355754919/posts/default/528804059529251084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tragedious.blogspot.com/2011/07/1358-fake-nfu-oh-nail-polish-from-msia.html' title='#1359: Fake Nfu Oh (nail polish) from Msia that does the job anyway'/><author><name>weewerts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03679992072698367582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YfQjox8pgo4/Ti2kcHxRobI/AAAAAAAAAvE/ptS0jKNo924/s72-c/IMG_1319.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6863717049355754919.post-6433653017377927208</id><published>2011-07-26T00:50:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-26T01:26:58.210+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wth?'/><title type='text'>#1358: Omg Singtel LOL</title><content type='html'>I just read on Singapore Law Watch that Singtel has been fined for selling sex games. 2 of 11 games featured rape and bestiality. WTH! The games included titles such as Pamela Sexy Poker - where an animated character Pamela appears completely naked when a player wins a poker game - and Pearls for Stacy, a puzzle game requiring players to collect pearls.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Have you been playing them? :O&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6863717049355754919-6433653017377927208?l=tragedious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tragedious.blogspot.com/feeds/6433653017377927208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6863717049355754919&amp;postID=6433653017377927208' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863717049355754919/posts/default/6433653017377927208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863717049355754919/posts/default/6433653017377927208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tragedious.blogspot.com/2011/07/1359-omg-singtel-lol.html' title='#1358: Omg Singtel LOL'/><author><name>weewerts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03679992072698367582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6863717049355754919.post-7393894300535482293</id><published>2011-07-25T10:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-25T10:59:18.018+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='video'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>#1357: Suade!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe width="560" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/gf-DnXGio-g" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Ah can't believe we met them last year for a workshop. :3 This is so good! Haha we're singing Nobody for our concert too. :p Thanks Feli for sharing. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6863717049355754919-7393894300535482293?l=tragedious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tragedious.blogspot.com/feeds/7393894300535482293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6863717049355754919&amp;postID=7393894300535482293' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863717049355754919/posts/default/7393894300535482293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863717049355754919/posts/default/7393894300535482293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tragedious.blogspot.com/2011/07/1357-suade.html' title='#1357: Suade!!!'/><author><name>weewerts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03679992072698367582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/gf-DnXGio-g/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6863717049355754919.post-1617162693319733462</id><published>2011-07-24T22:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-24T22:35:06.923+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='msn'/><title type='text'>#1356: SKYPE - on whether I'm secretly emotional like Spencer Reid</title><content type='html'>polly:&lt;br /&gt;as in you feel more than people think?&lt;br /&gt;joey:&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;oh no&lt;br /&gt;nah, i don't think i feel more than pple think&lt;br /&gt;polly&lt;br /&gt;like some ppl are really not easily bothered or feel about certain stuff&lt;br /&gt;joey&lt;br /&gt;selectively, perhaps?&lt;br /&gt;polly&lt;br /&gt;selectively ?&lt;br /&gt;as in ?&lt;br /&gt;joey&lt;br /&gt;like i think the environment we grow up in affects what we care for&lt;br /&gt;polly&lt;br /&gt;so what do you care for&lt;br /&gt;hahaha&lt;br /&gt;joey&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;um equality&lt;br /&gt;polly&lt;br /&gt;hhahhhaha sounds like national day pledge&lt;br /&gt;joey&lt;br /&gt;yeah and universal brotherhood&lt;br /&gt;LOL&lt;br /&gt;polly&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;joey&lt;br /&gt;omg this should go on my blog&lt;br /&gt;polly&lt;br /&gt;hahahhahahah i'd like it&lt;br /&gt;if i could&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6863717049355754919-1617162693319733462?l=tragedious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tragedious.blogspot.com/feeds/1617162693319733462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6863717049355754919&amp;postID=1617162693319733462' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863717049355754919/posts/default/1617162693319733462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863717049355754919/posts/default/1617162693319733462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tragedious.blogspot.com/2011/07/1356-skype-on-whether-im-secretly.html' title='#1356: SKYPE - on whether I&apos;m secretly emotional like Spencer Reid'/><author><name>weewerts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03679992072698367582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6863717049355754919.post-2691784498577804591</id><published>2011-07-24T10:56:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-24T17:07:23.047+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='whoosh'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>#1355: School and stuff</title><content type='html'>Whoo I finally printed out my class schedule for the next sem - Y2S1. GOSH we are year 2s, sophomores. (Everything I've learnt about the names of different levels of uni students, I learnt from X-Men.) Anyway as usual I'm terrible at navigating OASIS and this is evidenced by my initial inability to even CHECK my bidding results when they were out. But it doesn't discount the fact that I'm such an awesome bidder. Hehe ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Voix Updates&lt;/b&gt; (Not-So-Subtle Hint: Please come for our awesome concert.)&lt;br /&gt;Voix practice yesterday was insane. It was totally like a half-day Voix camp, since the competition girls basically learnt the choreo for 3 songs - Price Tag (competition), Circle of Life (voix combined song) (gosh damn hilarious to dance alongside HQ -- the farming/military crawling/POW move) &amp;amp; Lady Gaga Medley (voix small group).&lt;br /&gt;I ♥ ♥ ♥ Voix. :D Gaga was rather hard though; we have to get the moves right and clean while try to ooze sex appeal haha WHILE SINGING RANDOM BEATS. ?!?! Speaking of which, I still can't juggle dancing and singing Toxic. D:&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway I've moved on from watching serious shows like Criminal Minds to frivolous ANTM Cycle 14. Oh dear, regression at its peak this summer yo. And contrary to popular belief (of my frivolity?), I've never watched ANTM until now. Like y'know I ain't watching nothing that flings sex appeal in my face? :p HAHA KIDDING, this coming from a person who appreciates um.. The L Word? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Grey's Anatomy Season 8, I'm waiting for thee. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6863717049355754919-2691784498577804591?l=tragedious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tragedious.blogspot.com/feeds/2691784498577804591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6863717049355754919&amp;postID=2691784498577804591' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863717049355754919/posts/default/2691784498577804591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863717049355754919/posts/default/2691784498577804591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tragedious.blogspot.com/2011/07/1355-school-and-stuff.html' title='#1355: School and stuff'/><author><name>weewerts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03679992072698367582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6863717049355754919.post-4096023717007277461</id><published>2011-07-23T22:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-26T23:38:20.848+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='title tweet'/><title type='text'>#1354: Every step we make is just another step backwards.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6863717049355754919-4096023717007277461?l=tragedious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tragedious.blogspot.com/feeds/4096023717007277461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6863717049355754919&amp;postID=4096023717007277461' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863717049355754919/posts/default/4096023717007277461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6863717049355754919/posts/default/4096023717007277461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tragedious.blogspot.com/2011/07/1353-every-step-we-make-is-just-another.html' title='#1354: Every step we make is just another step backwards.'/><author><name>weewerts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03679992072698367582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
