<?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-9216171239812025713</id><updated>2011-07-08T22:29:37.734+08:00</updated><title type='text'>of jesters and hearts</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mypokerdeck.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9216171239812025713/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mypokerdeck.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>claris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18022123743803487865</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>20</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9216171239812025713.post-1919280257530268573</id><published>2009-10-10T22:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-10T22:24:23.056+08:00</updated><title type='text'>THE TENTH TEN.</title><content type='html'>Okay. Yes, I love this date. Yes, I hate that I had to study today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Probably no one is gonna read this but who cares:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PEOPLE (abso&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;freaking&lt;/span&gt;lutely awesome) people:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Nooranah&lt;br /&gt;-KaiJuan&lt;br /&gt;-Chermaine&lt;br /&gt;-LiShuan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;((All of which, were insane enough to msn me right on 12.00 midnight and lagged my computer for about 5 seconds))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Aralin&lt;br /&gt;-Celestine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;((Who smsed me while I sleep and thankfully didnt wake me up))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Alyssa&lt;br /&gt;-Cassandra&lt;br /&gt;-Gracine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;((for smsing me some time in the day))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Sue&lt;br /&gt;-Kester&lt;br /&gt;-NingXin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;((Who...forgot. Until reminded))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Shawn&lt;br /&gt;-Andrew Tan&lt;br /&gt;-Byran Lee&lt;br /&gt;-Hansel&lt;br /&gt;-Dora&lt;br /&gt;-Teri&lt;br /&gt;-Lucas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;((Who I didn't expect to wish me. Especially Shawn for NOT wishing me on Facebook cause they saw my status as "Claris Liow is freaking fourteen"))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Siti&lt;br /&gt;-Ayesha&lt;br /&gt;-YeeJun&lt;br /&gt;-Rebecca&lt;br /&gt;-Chermaine&lt;br /&gt;-Nooranah&lt;br /&gt;-Christa&lt;br /&gt;-Adlina&lt;br /&gt;-Andria&lt;br /&gt;-Alice - my Dad's cousin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;((for flooding my inbox with emails all directing me to facebook))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if I missed you out, I'm sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- really hoping for some presents because as of now, I dont have ANY -&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9216171239812025713-1919280257530268573?l=mypokerdeck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mypokerdeck.blogspot.com/feeds/1919280257530268573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mypokerdeck.blogspot.com/2009/10/tenth-ten.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9216171239812025713/posts/default/1919280257530268573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9216171239812025713/posts/default/1919280257530268573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mypokerdeck.blogspot.com/2009/10/tenth-ten.html' title='THE TENTH TEN.'/><author><name>claris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18022123743803487865</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-9216171239812025713.post-4646656687997127298</id><published>2009-08-29T21:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-29T21:38:08.164+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I went out with KJ today to Orchard - the girl had DBSK things to collect. She was late and I was forced to wait at the station. She apparently got stuck in the lift and then the bus didn't come. So I just waited. Hm, I don't really like waiting...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So went there, and the entire time, we were like making sure that we didn't know the people around us. Heh. Singapore is so small.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watched Bandslam. Liked it. Ish. Vanessa Hudgens...was better than in High School Musical definitely. It was a nice movie to watch I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walked around a hell lot. KJ kept being approached by people asking her to donate or buy stuff. It was funny watching her avoid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went practically everywhere around Orchard Road - yes it was tiring but amazingly fun. KJ is retarded though. (smiley face smiley face.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we went to Exit B (why isn't exit B in between A and C anyway?), KJ was having a freakout mode a little. She was worried about meeting people...and she wouldn't stop looking like a freaking spazz. We sat on the steps and just sms and wish we weren't there (she was stalking too). Found the person eventually and KJ continued to be damn funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ate lots of stuff - none good for me - and I didn't buy anything! hm, save money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KJ however...is your DBSK stuff really worth it?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9216171239812025713-4646656687997127298?l=mypokerdeck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mypokerdeck.blogspot.com/feeds/4646656687997127298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mypokerdeck.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-went-out-with-kj-today-to-orchard.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9216171239812025713/posts/default/4646656687997127298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9216171239812025713/posts/default/4646656687997127298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mypokerdeck.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-went-out-with-kj-today-to-orchard.html' title=''/><author><name>claris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18022123743803487865</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-9216171239812025713.post-7666504203485294939</id><published>2009-08-27T21:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T22:12:11.953+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So, my posts are irregular, random and mostly don't make sense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I do have style. smiley face smiley face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you know I am frowning now - sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was...basically quite normal. Missed school, drama exam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I have taken a liking for short abrupt sentences. Yay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hm, still sick and not getting any better, medicines taste terrible, still wishing for pizza and cake and froot loops and icecream and chocolate and coke and chocochipcookies and muffins and cupcakes and and and. I am depressing myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And no, I am not a glutton Andria - Sue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel kinda lonely at home when I wake in the morning when no one is online except Chermaine but we usually talk about what food we would like to eat and that is just depressing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adlina get well soon (all of sick people) you sad poor poor thing. I shall try to get POB chapter 5 out in the best possible way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got highest in class for english summary so I am told. But its still not an A1 so I shouldn't be too happy, I kinda expected a fail though - hatred does weird things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love my green-soled shoes. Uh huh uh huh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were on the same page, just on opposite sides of it. Connected but never actually meeting. But your ink continues to seep through and hurt me though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think...I'm feeling kind of sad today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9216171239812025713-7666504203485294939?l=mypokerdeck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mypokerdeck.blogspot.com/feeds/7666504203485294939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mypokerdeck.blogspot.com/2009/08/so-my-posts-are-irregular-random-and.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9216171239812025713/posts/default/7666504203485294939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9216171239812025713/posts/default/7666504203485294939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mypokerdeck.blogspot.com/2009/08/so-my-posts-are-irregular-random-and.html' title=''/><author><name>claris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18022123743803487865</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-9216171239812025713.post-3140975588441125510</id><published>2009-08-26T11:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T11:38:42.351+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>IE is being a bitch - it keeps closing on me. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hadn't posted in so long cause the world hates me by making me go training 3 times a week - four times last week. And then the week after I got sick. Ode to joy.  And in accordance to Nooranah's long coughsyrup mutual hate post, I have to say that Coughsyrup actually does look slightly like coke. But of course, coke is tasty while coughsyrup makes me gag and choke. And muscle relaxation pills? Yeah little boys and girls stay away - those things are BADDDD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you can see, I am not in a good mood -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And since I am having my Level 5 Assessment tomorrow, I can quite say I am screwed. I can barely talk without going into a coughing fit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least I have people around to emphasise. About 1/3 of my class is sick too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It hurts so bad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9216171239812025713-3140975588441125510?l=mypokerdeck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mypokerdeck.blogspot.com/feeds/3140975588441125510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mypokerdeck.blogspot.com/2009/08/ie-is-being-bitch-it-keeps-closing-on.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9216171239812025713/posts/default/3140975588441125510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9216171239812025713/posts/default/3140975588441125510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mypokerdeck.blogspot.com/2009/08/ie-is-being-bitch-it-keeps-closing-on.html' title=''/><author><name>claris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18022123743803487865</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-9216171239812025713.post-514086882834126116</id><published>2009-08-15T21:03:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-15T21:05:40.749+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I take that back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I hate him now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9216171239812025713-514086882834126116?l=mypokerdeck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mypokerdeck.blogspot.com/feeds/514086882834126116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mypokerdeck.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-take-that-back.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9216171239812025713/posts/default/514086882834126116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9216171239812025713/posts/default/514086882834126116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mypokerdeck.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-take-that-back.html' title=''/><author><name>claris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18022123743803487865</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-9216171239812025713.post-8191016667484248974</id><published>2009-08-15T18:29:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-15T18:50:40.200+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have come across this author. And I think...I don't know what to think. He is either retarded, or genius. Nooranah thinks genius and I think he is very amusing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is apparently just learning english...so&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fanfiction.net/u/1730364/Hans_von_Hozel"&gt;author&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HIS TWILIGHT FANFIC:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fanfiction.net/s/4663005/1/Twilight"&gt;TWILIGHT&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;READ THE REVIEWS TOO. YEAH. ITS VERY AMUSING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I like the Cinderella one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nooranah has idol-ed him. AND HE IS SO AMUSING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Read his stories. Really.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9216171239812025713-8191016667484248974?l=mypokerdeck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mypokerdeck.blogspot.com/feeds/8191016667484248974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mypokerdeck.blogspot.com/2009/08/hello-again.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9216171239812025713/posts/default/8191016667484248974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9216171239812025713/posts/default/8191016667484248974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mypokerdeck.blogspot.com/2009/08/hello-again.html' title=''/><author><name>claris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18022123743803487865</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-9216171239812025713.post-5822100476091226775</id><published>2009-08-10T14:36:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T14:37:37.715+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Just to get it clear...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My chinese name is Z-i-Q-i.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Capital Q without spacing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like so,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ZiQi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People keep getting it wrong.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9216171239812025713-5822100476091226775?l=mypokerdeck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mypokerdeck.blogspot.com/feeds/5822100476091226775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mypokerdeck.blogspot.com/2009/08/just-to-get-it-clear.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9216171239812025713/posts/default/5822100476091226775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9216171239812025713/posts/default/5822100476091226775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mypokerdeck.blogspot.com/2009/08/just-to-get-it-clear.html' title=''/><author><name>claris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18022123743803487865</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-9216171239812025713.post-4585281357086763539</id><published>2009-08-04T22:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T22:40:04.161+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Our science paper sucked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9216171239812025713-4585281357086763539?l=mypokerdeck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mypokerdeck.blogspot.com/feeds/4585281357086763539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mypokerdeck.blogspot.com/2009/08/our-science-paper-sucked.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9216171239812025713/posts/default/4585281357086763539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9216171239812025713/posts/default/4585281357086763539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mypokerdeck.blogspot.com/2009/08/our-science-paper-sucked.html' title=''/><author><name>claris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18022123743803487865</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-9216171239812025713.post-6877796661443871070</id><published>2009-08-03T22:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T22:47:15.127+08:00</updated><title type='text'>all tangled and criss-crossed</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;I may be doomed for life.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SOOOO anyway, first thing's first, I am still pissed/angry/wantingtopushyouoffabridgeandmakesureyoustayunder-ish. After 3 months, did you HAVE to piss me off again? Ugh, you just ruined a perfectly good week (except for all the blasted exams. D:) But I shall not rant anymore, I already did that in LJ 3 months ago with the small small small extra small font and all the wonderful cancellations. Hmm, I did turn slightly vulgar too. hmmm. So anyway...I hate your whole family. Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ORAL.&lt;br /&gt;I DIDN'T TAKE.&lt;br /&gt;THAT'S SO AWESOME.&lt;br /&gt;(but I just hope that the school agreed to let me skip my oral, I didn't exactly tell them, just my chinese teacher, but I am bad at speaking to her anyways)&lt;br /&gt;AND IT SEEMS TO HAVE SUCKED - for other people.&lt;br /&gt;SORRY GUYS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My english teacher is out to get me, I swear. (She didn't give me my full extra time! Ugh, asdfghjkl. I can't curse teachers online can I?) Stupid dyslexia. I almost didn't finish. So anyway, I decided to post up my JG version of my compo, its a lot better than the crap I wrote in 50 mins &lt;--- its supposed to be like..57 mins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;“Open.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was no sympathy, not even a hint of falter was present in that deep monotonous robotic voice. It could compete with the coldness of the tiled floor below. It was calm but demanding. Somehow, it managed to hold no tone to where one could depict a single emotion. And yet, you could still sense the warning it held.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her eyelids automatically slid open, wide enough for the pale thin man in front of her to see dull black eyes. He studied her carefully, poking at the many abrasions and bruises scattered on her pale skin. The man lifted a robotic right hand, and without pen or paper, only his metallic sharpened forefinger, began roughly scraping at the grey metal plate, almost like jotting down notes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She didn't even blink from the loud screeching sound. Neither did the rest of the people that surrounded her. They all seemed immune to the sound, to the coldness beneath their bare feet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each of them, the men and the women and the little children stood in orderly lines. They had equal space in between them and their neighbours. They stood, unflinchingly and solitary. Every one of them had their eyes closed, some bandaged, except for the girl in the front row.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The man once again spoke, “Close.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her expression remained unchanging. The only difference was her dead eyes slid swiftly down. Her breathing slowed and she waited for the next command without a single thought running through her mind. She felt nothing, no emotions, no feelings, just blank.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next voice, the voice they heard multiple times a day, originated from the speakers above. “We must do what’s commanded, what we were created to do. We do as we are told – follow.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The words shall be reiterated another 99 times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They repeated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“We must follow.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They obeyed every command, every order. Their minds utterly blank with each one. They followed whatever the mechanical men ordered or the unknown who spoke from the large, black speakers. They were immune to all of it. The pain of getting injected with strange substances, the sight of the blood that decorated every wall, the despair of having their freewill stolen away. They were immune to it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They were unfeeling beings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“No. 2751,” the man with the robotic hand spoke. “Sleep.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And her mind shut down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When she slept, I woke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At night, while she, whom I do not even know who she was anymore, slept, I took over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was only there while I was dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was who I supposed to be without the freewill, thoughts and emotions. Without them, I turn into no. 2751.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was either angsting or being emo when I wrote this...&lt;br /&gt;But the school one is so different and longer! ugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Lots of people wrote suicide...)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9216171239812025713-6877796661443871070?l=mypokerdeck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mypokerdeck.blogspot.com/feeds/6877796661443871070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mypokerdeck.blogspot.com/2009/08/all-tangled-and-criss-crossed.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9216171239812025713/posts/default/6877796661443871070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9216171239812025713/posts/default/6877796661443871070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mypokerdeck.blogspot.com/2009/08/all-tangled-and-criss-crossed.html' title='all tangled and criss-crossed'/><author><name>claris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18022123743803487865</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-9216171239812025713.post-8997277258543056128</id><published>2009-08-02T14:07:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-02T14:07:40.554+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I realised something crappy. There are no archives.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9216171239812025713-8997277258543056128?l=mypokerdeck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mypokerdeck.blogspot.com/feeds/8997277258543056128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mypokerdeck.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-realised-something-crappy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9216171239812025713/posts/default/8997277258543056128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9216171239812025713/posts/default/8997277258543056128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mypokerdeck.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-realised-something-crappy.html' title=''/><author><name>claris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18022123743803487865</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-9216171239812025713.post-5170922328569874219</id><published>2009-08-02T14:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-02T14:03:44.068+08:00</updated><title type='text'>of jesters and hearts</title><content type='html'>I realised that I somehow or another know a lot of people who write poems (I feel very lame now).&lt;br /&gt;BLEAH. How do you like...write them? Its so...poem-ish. (I can't write those for my life, and bear with me.)&lt;br /&gt;So anyways, their poems are nice and ish and like can be converted into songs (some already are) and yeah since I have no musical talent whatsoever, I highy doubt I can match up. Pshaw. &lt;br /&gt;And now and forever, I would be dyslexic. Another down-er. Ish. (WHY AM I WRITING SO MANY ISH-ES??) It is a miracle how people can think POB is better than [i]Twilight[/i] and that I have about 72 reviews for a freaking 3 chapter. (Boo-freaking-yeah). (and yes, I am hyped up on sugar.) And since Mrs Llama (please visit Nooranah Blog's extras!) ohsokindly gave me a -freaking- 16 over 30, my writing inspiration has very well when down the freaking drain. (and yesh, I have a slight obssession with the word: freak. Its getting better now I swear.) So yes, Nooranah, please kill of Mrs Llama by like burning her hair or something, if its possible, on Sims 3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note, DBSK may be breaking up. Awww, thats so sad. Even though I am not a big fan or whatever, its still sad. Some of their songs were nice, even though I can't understand the language. SM Entertainment should die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm, I am wondering if I should post up my TC short story here...hmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever, I know I am random.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9216171239812025713-5170922328569874219?l=mypokerdeck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mypokerdeck.blogspot.com/feeds/5170922328569874219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mypokerdeck.blogspot.com/2009/08/of-jesters-and-hearts.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9216171239812025713/posts/default/5170922328569874219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9216171239812025713/posts/default/5170922328569874219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mypokerdeck.blogspot.com/2009/08/of-jesters-and-hearts.html' title='of jesters and hearts'/><author><name>claris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18022123743803487865</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-9216171239812025713.post-6376621251361518732</id><published>2009-08-01T14:07:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T14:36:19.900+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>BASICS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;200. My full name is: Claris Liow ZiQi&lt;br /&gt;199. I was born on: 10th October&lt;br /&gt;198. I was born in: a hospital.&lt;br /&gt;197. My cell phone company is: Apple. :)&lt;br /&gt;196. My eye colour is: er, very dark brown&lt;br /&gt;195. My shoe size is: 4 - 5...&lt;br /&gt;194. My ring size is:...i think 5. not sure.&lt;br /&gt;193. My height is: ....not saying&lt;br /&gt;192. I am allegic to: sadness.&lt;br /&gt;191. I was born with: a weird brain.&lt;br /&gt;190. I live in: a box&lt;br /&gt;189. The last book I read: Animal Farm - not of choice&lt;br /&gt;188. My bed is: double decker.&lt;br /&gt;187. One thing you hate about yourself: not rich&lt;br /&gt;186. My hobby: using the computer&lt;br /&gt;185. Secrets: like I would tell you.&lt;br /&gt;184. Number of friends: unknown.&lt;br /&gt;183. Jealous of: people with unlimited access to the Internet&lt;br /&gt;182. Number of nicknames: 0 (not counting Sue's retarded ones)&lt;br /&gt;181. Favouite time of the day: whenever I am allowed online.&lt;br /&gt;180. Weddings or parties:....parties&lt;br /&gt;179. My favourite holiday: New Zealand&lt;br /&gt;178. My favourite exam: My primary 6 mid-year listening comprehension&lt;br /&gt;177. The last three cd's I bought: I don't buy cds.&lt;br /&gt;176. Last song that made me cry: I don't cry while listening to songs&lt;br /&gt;175. Are you taken or single? Single.&lt;br /&gt;174. If you're taken, who would it be? But I'm not.&lt;br /&gt;173. Would you rather be taken or single? I wouldn't know.&lt;br /&gt;172. Must haves for opposite sex: never thought about it&lt;br /&gt;171. Like to study? Heck NO.&lt;br /&gt;170. What did you do last night? Sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I DO (YES)/ DO NOT (NO) BELIEVE IN:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;169: Advertisements: No.&lt;br /&gt;168. Parents: do I have a choice?&lt;br /&gt;167. Long distance relationships: Maybe&lt;br /&gt;166. Fortune-tellers: Not really.&lt;br /&gt;165. Loch ness monster: No.&lt;br /&gt;164. Magic: Most probably no.&lt;br /&gt;163. Destiny: Depends&lt;br /&gt;162. Affinity: I am not sure what that means.&lt;br /&gt;161. Mind Power: Define?&lt;br /&gt;160. Global warming: Duh.&lt;br /&gt;159. Hercules: No.&lt;br /&gt;158. Black magic: No.&lt;br /&gt;157. Elves: No.&lt;br /&gt;156. Witches: No.&lt;br /&gt;155. Pokemon: You're joking right?&lt;br /&gt;154. Vampires: Hopefully no.&lt;br /&gt;153. Werewolves: No.&lt;br /&gt;152. Praying: Hmmm, yes.&lt;br /&gt;151. Plastic surgery:....maybe.&lt;br /&gt;150. Botox:...&lt;br /&gt;149. Tarot Cards: No.&lt;br /&gt;148. Chinese calendar: Not really.&lt;br /&gt;147. Practise makes perfect: sometimes&lt;br /&gt;146. Old gramps' stories: My gramp didn't tell me any&lt;br /&gt;145. The 39 clues: Say what?&lt;br /&gt;144. Suicide: to believe in it?&lt;br /&gt;143. Loveless marriage: Maybe&lt;br /&gt;142. Love at first sight: Dunno.&lt;br /&gt;141. Luck: yes&lt;br /&gt;140. Fate: same as destiny.&lt;br /&gt;139. Yourself: Not really.&lt;br /&gt;138. Aliens: No. (I CANT BELIEVE YOU SAID YES KJ.)&lt;br /&gt;137. Heaven: Maybe.&lt;br /&gt;136. Hell: Maybe.&lt;br /&gt;135. Ghosts: Not really.&lt;br /&gt;134. Horoscopes: No.&lt;br /&gt;133. Soul mates: Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHICH IS BETTER?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;132. Fruits or vegetables? Fruits&lt;br /&gt;131. Lonely of friends? Depends&lt;br /&gt;130. Famous or blend in? Both&lt;br /&gt;129. Hugs or kisses? never thought about it.&lt;br /&gt;128. Drunk of high? High.&lt;br /&gt;127. Phone or online: Online.&lt;br /&gt;126. Red heads or black hair: Black.&lt;br /&gt;125. Blondes or Brunettes: No comment.&lt;br /&gt;124. Hot or Cold: Depends.&lt;br /&gt;123. Summer or winter: Been in neither.&lt;br /&gt;122.  (there isnt one)&lt;br /&gt;121. Chocolate or vanilla: chocolate duh.&lt;br /&gt;120. Night or Day: Depends&lt;br /&gt;119. Orange or Apples: Apples.&lt;br /&gt;118. Curly or Straight hair: straight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HERE'S WHAT I THINK ABOUT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;117. Gangsters: never thought about it.&lt;br /&gt;116. Abortion: Sadsad too-be-moms.&lt;br /&gt;115. Backstabbers: can jump off a bridge.&lt;br /&gt;114. Parents: Need them, hate them, love them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAST TIME I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;113. Read a book: this morning&lt;br /&gt;112. Took a bus: Last Thurs&lt;br /&gt;111. Talked to somebody: Online counted?&lt;br /&gt;110. Did a good deed: last night&lt;br /&gt;109. Charged my phone: Yesterday&lt;br /&gt;108. Went friendster: 3 years ago.&lt;br /&gt;107. Visited my grandparents: Actually its grandparent. And two days ago.&lt;br /&gt;106. Talked to the opposite sex: At 2.25 PM today&lt;br /&gt;105. Laughed: this morning...?&lt;br /&gt;104. Blog hopped: still doing it&lt;br /&gt;103. Went out of town: .....&lt;br /&gt;102. Had food: Just now.&lt;br /&gt;101. Seen someone I haven't since in a while: define 'a while'&lt;br /&gt;100. Cried in front of someone: Last year...about..........March.&lt;br /&gt;99. Grew: My hair counted?&lt;br /&gt;98. Hugged someone: there is a difference between hugging someone and someone hugging you.&lt;br /&gt;97. Drank coca cola: last night&lt;br /&gt;96. Watched television: two days ago.&lt;br /&gt;95. Read the newspaper: ..... err ....&lt;br /&gt;94. Rejected someone: er....last year. I think I did anyway...&lt;br /&gt;93. Look into the mirror: this morning&lt;br /&gt;92. Slapped someone: two days ago&lt;br /&gt;91. Got scared: er, last night. More freaked out though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MISC&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;90. Who is the ditziest person you know? Don't know.&lt;br /&gt;89. Who makes you laugh the most: Not many do.&lt;br /&gt;88. The last book I read? Scroll up.&lt;br /&gt;87. The last movie I watched: Dvds counted?&lt;br /&gt;86. Who listens to Britney Spears songs? Whoever who listens to 98.7.&lt;br /&gt;85. Who dances to music? Dancers.&lt;br /&gt;84. Dislikes: A LOT.&lt;br /&gt;83. Gossips or facts? Whats the question?&lt;br /&gt;82. What I don't understand is? How people can be so mean.&lt;br /&gt;81. Reality or fantasy: Again. Whats the question?&lt;br /&gt;80. The most unsatisfactory answer I've ever received: "Eventually."&lt;br /&gt;79. Something I will miss when I leave home is: er...maybe my mom's cooking.&lt;br /&gt;78. The thing I look forward to the most: Something I dream of.&lt;br /&gt;77. The thing I'm not looking forward to: Attempt to study.&lt;br /&gt;76. Tomorrow: I shall breathe... hopefully.&lt;br /&gt;75. Today: Continue breathing, again, hopefully.&lt;br /&gt;74. Next week: Week 6.&lt;br /&gt;73. Next summer: This is Singapore people.&lt;br /&gt;72. This Winter: What I don't get is why summmer is next and winter is this? &lt;br /&gt;71. The New Year: I would be 14/15.&lt;br /&gt;70. I love Easter because: is it a holiday?&lt;br /&gt;69. Favourite line: You're so retarded.&lt;br /&gt;68. Drama or wall flower: Huh?&lt;br /&gt;67. People call me: Claris.&lt;br /&gt;66. (there isnt one)&lt;br /&gt;65. A person I cannot see through: The PAs.&lt;br /&gt;64. Someone complicated: Me.&lt;br /&gt;63. The person that can see me through:  I wouldn't know.&lt;br /&gt;62. The person who knows the most about me: the person that reads this&lt;br /&gt;61. The person that knows least about me: people who don't read this.&lt;br /&gt;60. The most difficult thing to do is : Say "It's my fault."&lt;br /&gt;59. I have gotten a speeding ticket: Nope.&lt;br /&gt;58. Myths or legends: Whats the question.&lt;br /&gt;57. My horoscope is: Libra&lt;br /&gt;56. My zodiac sign is: Pig.&lt;br /&gt;55. The first person I talked to today was: my person in my dreams/nightmares at midnight.&lt;br /&gt;54. First time you had a crush: define 'crush'.&lt;br /&gt;53. The one person who can't hide things from me: unknown.&lt;br /&gt;52. Last time someone said something that you were thinking: Just now msning with kester.&lt;br /&gt;51. Right now I am talking to: whoever who's reading this I guess.&lt;br /&gt;50. What is your dream job: to be a rich slacker.&lt;br /&gt;49. First job: Daughter.&lt;br /&gt;48. I have/will get a job at: if everything goes my way - never.&lt;br /&gt;47. I have these pets: unknown.&lt;br /&gt;46. I hope for: less deaths and love.&lt;br /&gt;45. The worst sound in the world: Laughter of enemy.&lt;br /&gt;44. The person that makes me cry the most is : you.&lt;br /&gt;43. The person that makes me angry the most: also you.&lt;br /&gt;42. A person that detest you: OHHHHH&gt; i wouldn't know.&lt;br /&gt;41. A person of the same name as you:... I have a hotel in Barcelona that has the same name.&lt;br /&gt;40. My boyfriend is: No comment&lt;br /&gt;39. My girlfriend is: No comment.&lt;br /&gt;38. My gang is called: As KJ said, we nameless, thank you.&lt;br /&gt;37. Bracelets or earrings: either.&lt;br /&gt;36. Books or comics: Depends, probably comics though.&lt;br /&gt;35. Florida or Hawaii: Either.&lt;br /&gt;34. Japan or Paris: Either.&lt;br /&gt;33. My favouite piece of clothing is: I don't like all of them&lt;br /&gt;32. My favourite sport: Sailing, if not for the bastards.&lt;br /&gt;31. Last time I cried: Not saying&lt;br /&gt;30. My friends are: awesome most of the time.&lt;br /&gt;29. My computer is: mine.&lt;br /&gt;28. The school I go to is: TKG.&lt;br /&gt;27. Last person I got mad at: My dad. &lt;br /&gt;26. Last text message: Sent or received?&lt;br /&gt;25. Last book read: THATS THE THIRD TIME YOU ASKED.&lt;br /&gt;24. Time now: the time I did this or the time you made this lame quiz?&lt;br /&gt;23. Number of posts on this site: You mean my blog or the entire blogger&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. The all-time best movie is: ... dunno.&lt;br /&gt;21. The all-time best thing in the world: I would say God, but is he in this world?&lt;br /&gt;20. The person you like is: everyone I like.&lt;br /&gt;19. The person you love is: everyone I love.&lt;br /&gt;18. The most annoying person you know is: Its kinda tied.&lt;br /&gt;17. I lose respect for people who: don't do things for reasons.&lt;br /&gt;16. The movies I have cried at are: NOT TELLING.&lt;br /&gt;15. Closest friend name: Probably whoever whose reading this.&lt;br /&gt;14. Started being friends: When I met them.&lt;br /&gt;13. Favourite website: Youtube or Fanfiction.&lt;br /&gt;12. I want to be: A Zillonaire that is loved.&lt;br /&gt;11. The worst pain I was ever in was? Bee-sting or braces.&lt;br /&gt;10. My favourite word is: freak&lt;br /&gt;9. My room is: messy and outofbounds.&lt;br /&gt;8. My favourite celebrity is: Er, George Sampson&lt;br /&gt;7. My favourite idol: I don't have one.&lt;br /&gt;6. Favourite singer: don't have one.&lt;br /&gt;5. My weakness is: no internet will kill me.&lt;br /&gt;4. What I like about the opposite sex: ....urm.&lt;br /&gt;3. Who broke your heart: Define "broke" and "heart". I'm still alive arent I?&lt;br /&gt;2. One thing that makes you feel great is: My birthday.&lt;br /&gt;1. You filled out 200 questions because?(technically, its 198.) I wanted to feel fulfilment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DONE. OMFG. Tired.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9216171239812025713-6376621251361518732?l=mypokerdeck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mypokerdeck.blogspot.com/feeds/6376621251361518732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mypokerdeck.blogspot.com/2009/07/basics-200.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9216171239812025713/posts/default/6376621251361518732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9216171239812025713/posts/default/6376621251361518732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mypokerdeck.blogspot.com/2009/07/basics-200.html' title=''/><author><name>claris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18022123743803487865</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-9216171239812025713.post-7286351937542130886</id><published>2009-08-01T14:04:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-01T14:04:47.136+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Okaaaaaaaay.</title><content type='html'>&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are Original and Innovative&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatsyournameshiddenmeaningquiz/name.gif" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are very open. You communicate well, and you connect with other people easily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are a naturally creative person. Ideas just flow from your mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A true chameleon, you are many things at different points in your life. You are very adaptable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are relaxed, chill, and very likely to go with the flow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are light hearted and accepting. You don't get worked up easily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well adjusted and incredibly happy, many people wonder what your secret to life is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are usually the best at everything ... you strive for perfection. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are confident, authoritative, and aggressive. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have the classic "Type A" personality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are wild, crazy, and a huge rebel. You're always up to something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have a ton of energy, and most people can't handle you. You're very intense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You definitely are a handful, and you're likely to get in trouble. But your kind of trouble is a lot of fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You tend to be pretty tightly wound. It's easy to get you excited... which can be a good or bad thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have a lot of enthusiasm, but it fades rather quickly. You don't stick with any one thing for very long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have the drive to accomplish a lot in a short amount of time. Your biggest problem is making sure you finish the projects you start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are the total package - suave, sexy, smart, and strong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have the whole world under your spell, and you can influence almost everyone you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don't always resist your urges to crush the weak. Just remember, they don't have as much going for them as you do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatsyournameshiddenmeaningquiz/"&gt;What's Your Name's Hidden Meaning?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THAT WAS WEIRD. I LIKE THE CHOCOLATE ONE BETTER.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9216171239812025713-7286351937542130886?l=mypokerdeck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mypokerdeck.blogspot.com/feeds/7286351937542130886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mypokerdeck.blogspot.com/2009/07/okaaaaaaaay.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9216171239812025713/posts/default/7286351937542130886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9216171239812025713/posts/default/7286351937542130886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mypokerdeck.blogspot.com/2009/07/okaaaaaaaay.html' title='Okaaaaaaaay.'/><author><name>claris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18022123743803487865</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-9216171239812025713.post-7178930848006605527</id><published>2009-08-01T13:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-01T14:00:14.795+08:00</updated><title type='text'>choco-late.</title><content type='html'>&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Chocolate Oracle Says You're Mellow&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/thechocolateoracle/chocolate.png" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are sweet, mellow, and easily satisfied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don't like anything too intense and dramatic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deep down, you're a kid at heart... and you're nostalgic for the past.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are driven and focused. You crave success.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A total perfectionist, you hold yourself to high standards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While you life a charmed life, people feel like you are too hard on them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You love working, making deals, and succeeding. You like to be a part of the action.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You feel lost when you're bored. There's little more fulfilling that your career.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/thechocolateoracle/"&gt;The Chocolate Oracle&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9216171239812025713-7178930848006605527?l=mypokerdeck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mypokerdeck.blogspot.com/feeds/7178930848006605527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mypokerdeck.blogspot.com/2009/07/choco-late.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9216171239812025713/posts/default/7178930848006605527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9216171239812025713/posts/default/7178930848006605527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mypokerdeck.blogspot.com/2009/07/choco-late.html' title='choco-late.'/><author><name>claris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18022123743803487865</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-9216171239812025713.post-2247132045504518913</id><published>2009-07-30T17:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-30T17:40:21.968+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>AND I am at MJ's house. Again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uh, milo is so cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I am being the anti-social one by being at the computer (super awesome red and black laptop with a cool white keyboard, its new too) while Sue and MJ play with milo. Such a cute poodle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, they are screaming now. And milo licked Sue's face.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I am trying to hide the M&amp;Ns I am eating now from him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*bang*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went on a 'nature reserve expedion' just now. Was cool, but it seems I don't really enjoy nature when I am seeing Sue be a retard and dragging Milo from the edge so he does not get ambushed by giant red ants. That dog is so energy-tic. Ish. And then we saw horses, real life horses. They looked so cool. I kinda want to go tell my dad "Daddy I want a pony." just to see how he reacts. Lorh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway we (they) are still playing. After today I would just have to 'study' yes. Stupid mean relief teacher, freaks us out. What planning? What triple science classes? What final year?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stupid... just made the rest of the class study. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really am like hating most of my teachers now. Ugh. (that reminds me...kester, can you erhh help me with my animal farm chapter 6-10 too...? Please?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and sue does this crazy crazy jump while running with Milo. It was ... very America's-funniest-animal/home-videos. Too bad it didnt get on tape.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I shall stop being antisocial and play more with them now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KJ, JOG BY.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9216171239812025713-2247132045504518913?l=mypokerdeck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mypokerdeck.blogspot.com/feeds/2247132045504518913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mypokerdeck.blogspot.com/2009/07/and-i-am-at-mjs-house.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9216171239812025713/posts/default/2247132045504518913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9216171239812025713/posts/default/2247132045504518913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mypokerdeck.blogspot.com/2009/07/and-i-am-at-mjs-house.html' title=''/><author><name>claris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18022123743803487865</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-9216171239812025713.post-3924737023172082951</id><published>2009-07-28T21:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T22:15:38.568+08:00</updated><title type='text'>kiippe.</title><content type='html'>Bah. 2.4 tomorrow. My stamina sucks now kay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just counted and realised that I have not sailed for like almost 2 months. Feels nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This shall be a &lt;em&gt;normal&lt;/em&gt; post. Hmm. I wonder what normal means.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I earned 7 bucks today. From Gitu and Aralin. Paid me money to help them with their art projects. Meh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am gonna update my wishlist and I realllllly want my birthday to come earlier, I mean I love the date of my birthday and all but why can't time pass quicker?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IGNORE THIS CHUNK&gt;  ----------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;uh, never rant about you for a very long time. but I feel the need to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But since I am like..tired. I shall reduce it to one line.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOU PISS ME OFF.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;(thats improvement.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there is three people who actually read my blog...hmm I feel honoured. Aralin has not caught up with her stalkerish ways yet. Or intends not to show it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other lame and random and ridiculous comments:&lt;br /&gt;-I steal too many of Nooranah's books.&lt;br /&gt;-I want more french tasty thingys but my teeth...&lt;br /&gt;-KJ refuses to tell me whats in that particular sms which she so guilty about.&lt;br /&gt;-I am not top 30 in school for term 2.&lt;br /&gt;-I hate exams.&lt;br /&gt;-And my lit teacher.&lt;br /&gt;-He can jump off a cliff.&lt;br /&gt;-YAY she finally told me. What. o.o&lt;br /&gt;-I officially pronounce KJ a idiot.&lt;br /&gt;-I realised most (3 of you) won't even care about this random bit.&lt;br /&gt;-I ammmmm uuuultrrraa thankful for the notes.&lt;br /&gt;-I want red converse.&lt;br /&gt;-I can't think of anything else to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BYE!&lt;br /&gt;(I am not a cheerful person.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9216171239812025713-3924737023172082951?l=mypokerdeck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mypokerdeck.blogspot.com/feeds/3924737023172082951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mypokerdeck.blogspot.com/2009/07/kiippe.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9216171239812025713/posts/default/3924737023172082951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9216171239812025713/posts/default/3924737023172082951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mypokerdeck.blogspot.com/2009/07/kiippe.html' title='kiippe.'/><author><name>claris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18022123743803487865</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-9216171239812025713.post-8936519178319715871</id><published>2009-07-25T17:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-25T17:49:22.180+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>And so. I am terrfied to open up my Documents - My Received Files.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes. Very &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;very&lt;/span&gt; scared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I decided that Google Chrome kinda sucks on the Youtube front. But its pretty fast loading. But the orange box lighting thing annoys me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And YESH. I supposed to ber studying. But since I can't even get myself to open the maths textbook, I am pretty much screwed so why bother. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And have you noticed that I do put a lot of 'and's at the front of the sentence when English Teachers specifically told me not to? AND YES MY ENGLISH TEACHER SUCKS. (She gave me 16/30 for an essay. ME.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, I want that shirt. And those shoes. And that thingy thing...yeah birthday presents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cassandra and me are pretty much happy. Of course now I am annoyed by the fact that my primary school classmate people would continue to bug me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TA seems fun though. So...&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Hooza.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THANK YOU KESTER for that french tasty thingys. Would you like me to pay you back?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I HATE BRACES. Never ever in a million years so I recommend someone to get them. Pshah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And: I'm a genius.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(and very random.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9216171239812025713-8936519178319715871?l=mypokerdeck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mypokerdeck.blogspot.com/feeds/8936519178319715871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mypokerdeck.blogspot.com/2009/07/and-so_25.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9216171239812025713/posts/default/8936519178319715871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9216171239812025713/posts/default/8936519178319715871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mypokerdeck.blogspot.com/2009/07/and-so_25.html' title=''/><author><name>claris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18022123743803487865</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-9216171239812025713.post-7934339584884338522</id><published>2009-07-19T09:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-19T10:03:22.538+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>And so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Why am I here again?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;strong&gt;should&lt;/strong&gt; be actually starting doing the MindMap and the ImageBoard for DnT which is due tomorrow. I &lt;strong&gt;should&lt;/strong&gt; be editing and actually MAKING the videos together so that we would have a crappy collections of sock puppets 'speaking' chinese. And we can call that our Chinese CMPS Project. (...)&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;strong&gt;should&lt;/strong&gt; be reading my literature book (ew. Animal Farm, couldn't we like do Harry Potter or something? But &lt;em&gt;nooooooo&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, off to try to eat something!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9216171239812025713-7934339584884338522?l=mypokerdeck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mypokerdeck.blogspot.com/feeds/7934339584884338522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mypokerdeck.blogspot.com/2009/07/and-so.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9216171239812025713/posts/default/7934339584884338522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9216171239812025713/posts/default/7934339584884338522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mypokerdeck.blogspot.com/2009/07/and-so.html' title=''/><author><name>claris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18022123743803487865</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-9216171239812025713.post-5316822476673749161</id><published>2009-07-18T22:03:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-18T22:03:49.363+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MMV: Kiss Me Thru The Phone</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/PXqyLMC2YX8' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/PXqyLMC2YX8'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;...its dizzy-fying.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9216171239812025713-5316822476673749161?l=mypokerdeck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mypokerdeck.blogspot.com/feeds/5316822476673749161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mypokerdeck.blogspot.com/2009/07/mmv-kiss-me-thru-phone.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9216171239812025713/posts/default/5316822476673749161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9216171239812025713/posts/default/5316822476673749161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mypokerdeck.blogspot.com/2009/07/mmv-kiss-me-thru-phone.html' title='MMV: Kiss Me Thru The Phone'/><author><name>claris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18022123743803487865</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-9216171239812025713.post-8881376854678397237</id><published>2009-07-17T22:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-17T22:48:09.447+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Boo.</title><content type='html'>New blog. Again causeIamlameandjusttooboredandwanttotakemybloodymindofschoolandLJwaspissingmeoffandtherefore: &lt;em&gt;tada.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder how long it would be for Aralin to find this blog. (...aralin, are you stalking me...?) She always does. So I shan't tell her until she finds it. HMMM, tag me when you do Aralin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The URL is some random crap which came when I was staring at the name your blog page. I just did my art project was it was about Poker...so...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesh, and now I am waiting for utterly retarded KJ to answer her damn phone and go on MSN. Oh, I want to go to her house tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MY TEETH HURTS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9216171239812025713-8881376854678397237?l=mypokerdeck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mypokerdeck.blogspot.com/feeds/8881376854678397237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mypokerdeck.blogspot.com/2009/07/boo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9216171239812025713/posts/default/8881376854678397237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9216171239812025713/posts/default/8881376854678397237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mypokerdeck.blogspot.com/2009/07/boo.html' title='Boo.'/><author><name>claris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18022123743803487865</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>
