<?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-6680703</id><updated>2011-07-08T09:23:30.844+08:00</updated><title type='text'>lucy doesn't love you</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cozy-rocket.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680703/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cozy-rocket.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680703/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>stefanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06977864757237035515</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>157</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6680703.post-114589325012830888</id><published>2006-04-24T23:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-24T23:40:50.146+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Lina&lt;/strong&gt;, the Bryan Greenberg songs are up at my music section! Gah, I love triple threats who are amazingly talented.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, my mother is annoying me. She doesn't pay for any of my clothes, she's being anal about me getting a Mac (thank you Owen for telling her that I don't actually *need* one [/sarcasm]), she thinks I like someone who I freaking.. well, not HATE, but am rather repulsed by (this shows how much she knows me. Gee.). I mean, she seems cool on surface and all - to those who actually think this, please.. don't, but gah, she just DOESN'T know who I am, what I like.. I can't tell her anything, I don't talk to her about my life at all and URGH she's ridiculously stingy with money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!-- // Begin Snappoll.com Poll Code // --&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;LINK href="http://www.snappoll.com/main.css" type=text/css rel=stylesheet&gt;&lt;TABLE cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=0 width=100 bgColor=#757355 border=0&gt;&lt;TR&gt;&lt;TD&gt;&lt;TABLE class=pollcontent cellSpacing=0 cellPadding=5 width=180 border=0&gt;        &lt;FORM name=custompoll action=http://www.snappoll.com/act_vote.php method=post target=_blank&gt;&lt;INPUT type=hidden value=92245 name=poll_id&gt;&lt;TR bgColor=#92A624&gt;&lt;TD width="171"&gt;&lt;DIV align=center&gt;&lt;FONT color=#CED49C&gt;&lt;B&gt;DAMMIT I NEED MONEY!&lt;/B&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Should my mother pay for my clothes?&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;TR bgColor=#92A624&gt;&lt;TD&gt;&lt;FONT color="#E4E8BE"&gt;&lt;INPUT type=radio CHECKED value=1 name=chosenanswer&gt; HELL YES!&lt;BR&gt;&lt;INPUT type=radio  value=2 name=chosenanswer&gt; Yes to an extent.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;INPUT type=radio  value=3 name=chosenanswer&gt; Not at all.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;INPUT type=radio  value=4 name=chosenanswer&gt; Clothes are unnecessary.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;TR bgColor=#92A624&gt;&lt;TD&gt;&lt;DIV align=center&gt;&lt;INPUT class=actionbutton id=Vote type=submit value="Vote!" name=Vote&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;A class=indipolllink href="http://www.snappoll.com/view_results.php?poll_id=92245" target=_blank&gt;&lt;FONT color="#E4E8BE"&gt;view results&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;TR bgColor=#92A624&gt;&lt;TD height="29"&gt;            &lt;br /&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;function get_referrer(lk){var dc=document;if(dc.location==''){return true}var ru=escape(dc.location);var pu='';var du;if(lk!=null){if(lk.href!=null){du=lk.href;}else if(lk.form!=null &amp;&amp; lk.form.referrer_url!=null){lk.form.referrer_url.value=dc.location;return true}}else if(pu!=''){du=pu}else{return true}if(du==null){return true}if(du.match(/\?/)){du=du+'&amp;'}else{du=du+'?'}du=du+'referrer_url='+ru;if(lk!=null &amp;&amp; lk.href!=null){lk.href=du}else{window.location=du;return false}return true}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://tafmaster.com/taf/13666/253653/" onClick="return get_referrer(this);"&gt;Send this poll to a friend!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/FORM&gt;&lt;/TABLE&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;!-- // End Snappoll.com Poll Code // --&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;Btw, I'm DYING without Grey's Anatomy in the US. I thought they were coming back from their hiatus today but NOOOO ABC has to show an hour of clips from the show. CRISTINA I MISS YOUR SNARK.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6680703-114589325012830888?l=cozy-rocket.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cozy-rocket.blogspot.com/feeds/114589325012830888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6680703&amp;postID=114589325012830888&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680703/posts/default/114589325012830888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680703/posts/default/114589325012830888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cozy-rocket.blogspot.com/2006/04/lina-bryan-greenberg-songs-are-up-at_24.html' title=''/><author><name>stefanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06977864757237035515</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6680703.post-114555014531473898</id><published>2006-04-21T00:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-21T00:22:25.373+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So I promised Vivien and Ling that I'd update my blog by tonight or I'd to the Haley mitten dance that they keep on seeing when they come here (because I DON'T update - d'oh!). So this is an update that I will update properly tomorrow because my brain isn't functioning on higher levels right now after spending about 12 hours out and cheering/dancing/sign-languaging/introducing my brains out. What the hell does "oi, oi, sud sud oi" mean anyway? Whatever. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.justjared.com/pictures/photos.php?yr=2006&amp;mon=04&amp;evt=wentworth_miller_photos&amp;pic=wentworth-miller-photos11.jpeg"&gt;Wentworth Miller, why do you INSIST on taking my breath away?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gah, excuse me while I save each and every pic and have very nice dreams tonight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6680703-114555014531473898?l=cozy-rocket.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cozy-rocket.blogspot.com/feeds/114555014531473898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6680703&amp;postID=114555014531473898&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680703/posts/default/114555014531473898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680703/posts/default/114555014531473898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cozy-rocket.blogspot.com/2006/04/so-i-promised-vivien-and-ling-that-id.html' title=''/><author><name>stefanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06977864757237035515</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6680703.post-114443070743056979</id><published>2006-04-07T23:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-08T01:25:07.513+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://img387.imageshack.us/img387/5492/dancedance3os8wx.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Thanks to Punk at LJ)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is SOOO cute. I want to shrink her and put her in my pocket for safekeeping. And if you need to know about the mittens, it's because she was worried her wedding ring was lost when Nathan actually "stole" it so he could &lt;a href="http://i2.tinypic.com/szwew6.png"&gt;propose&lt;/a&gt; to her again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gawd, I love them. In this crazy crazy way that makes me want OTH not to end even though I hate how bad that show is sometimes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry, I realise most of you don't know what the hell I'm going on about&lt;br /&gt; - I'll save that for my livejournal. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw, I will like to make a general public announcement. STEF HAS NO WORK ETHIC.&lt;br /&gt;Seriously! I think it's the fact I'm working for my mom's FRIEND in a freaking BAG SHOP in this majorly auntie place that makes it I don't know.. the worst job ever? Did I mention most of the bags are pretty darn fugly too? Plus the aunties make my job even harder by trying to bargain EVERYTHING. They are like gnats. Irritating bloody gnats. And they have no guilt I swear, when they bargain they make it seem like the most normal thing ever. WHAT?! I mean, my image of bargaining was people trying to get 3 for $10 "Singapore is a fine city" shirts. And all of them begin by saying "Can have discount a not?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*bashes their head*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why why why why why couldn't I have gotten a job at a place at Kino or something? (I'll probably get fired within a week though. Stefanie Wee - fired for spending wayyy too much time gazing at Entertainment weekly with Wentworth on the cover. Who can blame me? Heck, who can blame anyone really?) Or HMV (Seriously, a friend of my brother's friend - I think - got a job there and quit two weeks later. At HMV! WHO THE FREAK QUITS A JOB AT HMV? I'll be too busy freaking out new CDs. ).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, you know how the Singapore government has that GEMS thing going on (Whatever it stands for.) The problem is not the service, for God's sake - or maybe it is (Hear that, you stupid magazine-reading salesgirl at Hula and Co.?! Oh yeah and the fact that we have to PAY for tap water at certain restaurants. And deal with snooty people at fashion houses. Ok yeah, the service here sucks. Moving on..) - but it is with the general public here. You smile at them, they DO NOT SMILE BACK AT ALL. Granted, my chinese sucks and I'm probably shitting embarrassing myself with how bad it is to them, but I don't care. The least they could do is smile back and say something like "Thanks, I'm just looking around" or something. God, I want to go back to Australia where they greet strangers with the warmest "Welcome love!".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or is it just Singaporeans? Because on livejournal I can be totally friendly and warm to so-called strangers. They are honestly such amazing people and I love how easily we just go like "hun" or "sweetie" or "love", etc, and we hand out virtual hugs and smooches and ILYs a lot. Fandoms kinda ROCK. I'm used to saying stuff like that on livejournal and forums so IRL (in real life) when I do bust out with it, don't look at me funny okay? I'm being friendly, love. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frak, what was I talking about? Oh right, me working. Well, at least some random hotties that walk by make up for the lame customers. Ahh I love wandering tourists. Dear 2 hot surfer dudes, please tell me if you're gonna get lost and wander in again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shit, it's late so i'll continue this post tmr. Sleeping early SUCKS.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6680703-114443070743056979?l=cozy-rocket.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cozy-rocket.blogspot.com/feeds/114443070743056979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6680703&amp;postID=114443070743056979&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680703/posts/default/114443070743056979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680703/posts/default/114443070743056979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cozy-rocket.blogspot.com/2006/04/thanks-to-punk-at-lj-she-is-sooo-cute.html' title=''/><author><name>stefanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06977864757237035515</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6680703.post-114346848717503650</id><published>2006-03-27T20:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-27T22:08:09.796+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So I just realised I mislabelled the Corinne Bailey Rae song - it's Like A Star. Sorry I only just noticed! Anyway, for those of you who downloaded the songs, doesn't Joshua Radin have such a soothing pretty voice? LOVE him and much thanks to Doreen for sending me his whole album (available at iTunes). And my favourite line in &lt;em&gt;Sundrenched World&lt;/em&gt;? "We fcked around... on your bedroom floor". Hah, I know, it's just the way he sings it. Something like the "Fck yeah.." line in Jack's Mannequin's "Holiday from Real". It's not that I'm condoning swear words or anything, but it sounds AWESOME the way they sing it like it's nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I'm gonna post some Jason Mraz songs - some of his older ones. I am still in love with him from watching him Live. I especially love "After an Afternoon" - I just used it for a Nathan/Haley songcard. The lyrics are beautiful "&lt;em&gt;I bare my windowed self untamed and untrained Dreams that hardly touch our complexions truest faults&lt;/em&gt;". Ok, if it was possible? I'd pretty much post the lyrics to the whole song here but I'm not that lame. I'm so glad he performed it when he was here. Also, if you read his online journal you can't help but be charmed by the man. He can say stuff like "If you were here I?d mouth to you the words ?call me? and extend my thumb and pinky against my cheek connecting my ear to my mouth like a phone, but actually mapping a route intended for your tender kisses" and not sound cheesy or stuff like "I missed what she said after that. I was too busy undressing her with my mind" and not come off as pervy. Oh Jason. I'd love to spend an afternoon, and whatever's after, with you. Le sigh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYHOO... I swear, Shane always starts the weirdest family conversations. We were discussing boobs today in the car (I know, WTF right?). I said something like "I hope you can tell bras, breasts and nipples apart Shane." - because he used to call like bras breasts (Can you imagine laundry day? My breasts are drying!"). SO anyway, he goes like OF COURSE I CAN and he says "Nipples are the brown brown thing that Dad, Sean and I have."&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;My mother had to explain to him that females had them too. I mean, Shane is like what, 12 and he doesn't know that? It just proves, really, that you can't remember anything from when you're a little baby. And then my mom had to go on to explain that breasts were, quote her, "the whole thing".&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to her, I'm sure Shane has a very warped view of the female anatomy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of anatomy and well, my younger brother, he really does all sorts of amusing things. He came into my room that day and took my eyelash curler and put it to his eye and started singing the theme song to Grey's Anatomy (Psapp - Cozy in the Rocket). And if you have no idea why it's so amusing, obviously you're missing out on one heck of a good show. GO WATCH IT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;// So I finally read through my Temasek Poly enrolment thing without falling asleep and went for the medical check up thing (Dear Eastern Specialist Centre at bedok - Organization, look it up.) I had to wait 4 hours at that dang place by myself. Ok, I had my iPod and voiceclips from Prison Break (Wentworth going "Woah, haven't even had our first date yet and you're already inviting me back to your apartment. I thoughts you were a nice girl..." - YES, I am obsessed with the man.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And does anybody have a credit card, or a parent's credit card THEY CAN USE? Cause we can't seem to use Jan's card and I want to buy that BLAZER from delias! Plus it sucks that Threadless was having a US$10- a-shirt sale and I couldn't buy a shit. Life sucks when you can see all sorts of pretty things online but can't get any of them online. So please, offer your card for my use.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6680703-114346848717503650?l=cozy-rocket.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cozy-rocket.blogspot.com/feeds/114346848717503650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6680703&amp;postID=114346848717503650&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680703/posts/default/114346848717503650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680703/posts/default/114346848717503650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cozy-rocket.blogspot.com/2006/03/so-i-just-realised-i-mislabelled.html' title=''/><author><name>stefanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06977864757237035515</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6680703.post-114330665753836400</id><published>2006-03-26T01:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-26T01:10:57.553+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Why do I always get the same old "Real Fact" every time I buy snapple? The cap always says - Almonds are members of the peach family. I mean, out of a few hundred facts I have to end up with this one? It's not like I particularly like peaches or anything (actually I do. But i also like strawberries, raspberries, mangoes, etc..).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More blogging tomorrow I promise. I always have a shitload of stuff to say but I can't be bothered to type stuff out. It does sound like a good read when I think about it though. :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6680703-114330665753836400?l=cozy-rocket.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cozy-rocket.blogspot.com/feeds/114330665753836400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6680703&amp;postID=114330665753836400&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680703/posts/default/114330665753836400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680703/posts/default/114330665753836400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cozy-rocket.blogspot.com/2006/03/why-do-i-always-get-same-old-real-fact.html' title=''/><author><name>stefanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06977864757237035515</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6680703.post-114278868174292866</id><published>2006-03-19T23:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-20T01:18:01.803+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>If you're wondering why I'm quoting Jane Eyre in my front page it's because a. Wentworth Miller wrote his thesis for his English major in Princeton (!) on it and b. isn't the quote like perfect for him?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok. Anyway. Sorry, sometimes the fangirl is a bigger person than me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jason Mraz is complete awesomeness live. COMPLETE. He charmed my socks off i swear, he really interacts well with his audience. He was pitch perfect and gosh, Tristan Prettyman, you are one lucky beeyotch. I recorded most of the songs on my lousy handphone, and even that the Esplanade people wanted to complain about. You can hear the anal Esplanade woman like halfway through my recording of You and I Both. Ok, seriously? I AM the one who paid to attend this concert, not her. Plus, Jason is an advocate of the whole recording/videoing performances thing (just look at the amount of fan videos of his live performances online. It's crazy.) So yeah, esplanade people? The sound may have sounded perfect because of the structure of your place but your anal ushers just spoil the whole thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random, but Amanda, thank you for pointing out I have virtually no butt at. all. This sucks. This totally absolutely sucks. This calls for butt exercises even though i haven't exercised in ages. Darn. Will I have to give up my diet of ice cream, instant noodles, french fries and more ice cream to get my butt? Because I live on that ice cream. Or should I have MORE ice cream to grow a butt? This is all very weird. I need someone to teach me the mechanics of butt growing. And this is a very weird paragraph that I wrote late at night, so just.. ignore it or something.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6680703-114278868174292866?l=cozy-rocket.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cozy-rocket.blogspot.com/feeds/114278868174292866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6680703&amp;postID=114278868174292866&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680703/posts/default/114278868174292866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680703/posts/default/114278868174292866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cozy-rocket.blogspot.com/2006/03/if-youre-wondering-why-im-quoting-jane.html' title=''/><author><name>stefanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06977864757237035515</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-6680703.post-114208657979633908</id><published>2006-03-11T20:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-11T22:23:08.920+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So I just received my enrolment guide to Temasek Poly. Urgh. I feel so completely depressed about attending poly (Ling! Cheer me up please, esp since I'm attending it with you.) I don't feel like I made a bad choice or anything in choosing poly instead of JC, it's just that a. maybe i'll miss my 12-hours-on-computer-days or b. I just really don't want to commit to THREE freaking years in a poly. I'll be like what, 20 (!) by the time I come out. A little late to start college in the US by then huh? [/shallow]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY, I feel a need to lament about how pathetic the media is here. (Ok, so maybe I'm not that exposed to everything but hello? Mediacorp - every single branch of Mediacorp from print to radio to tv SUCKS. Or maybe it's because I don't share the same interests as the general Singapore audience or am way ahead (eg. GA, Lost, PB, etc). &lt;br /&gt;Still, I cannot even begin to describe how much the radio stations here suck. Horrible mainstream music (I swear, the Pussycat dolls or whatever are EVIL. I'd never heard of them, cept from their stint in Charlie's Angels, but it's like everytime i'm at a public place their annoying song starts playing. Doncha? Don't ya? Don't cha? WHATEVER. Fcking disgrace of my gender, thank you very much.) and boring BORING djs. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And TV? No, Channel5, it is not "First on 5". It's not even "Fifth on 5" or whatever they're trying to advertise. They are SO BEHIND and it irks me that they think they're so ahead. Seriously! People have been watching the second season of Lost since last september for God's sake. And they made a frikkin' WEBSITE for Lost. As if channel 5 owns it or something. Puh-lease. Oh, and those trailers that they keep on running for the second season are so annoying. They have a really bad tv guy, the one who does all those voiceovers for those ads. He makes a one syllable word a FOUR syllable word. Lo-oh-ors-teh. Oh my god. Take it easy with the baritone already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I think they practically revealed the whole of GA Season 2 to the Singapore audience just in that trailer they're running alone. GEE. How's this for spoilers - Addison, Derek's wife, shows up and breaks the Meh/Derek love train, Cristina loses the baby, Meh sleeps with random strangers, Izzie gets together with Alex for a few episodes but catches him with Nurse Olivia a few eps later and they break up AND THEN get together again blah blah, Bailey's married and pregnant, ooh, bomb episode, George sleeps with Meh (so not cool) etc etc. I could go on and on. And if you actually read this paragraph, i'm so sorry for spoiling you. What I'm trying to say is, channel 5, you are not the first to screen anything. Get. Over. It.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uhm. No my rant is not over yet, but on to other things first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I was listening to this excerpt from a radio show in the US (from November) and WHY CAN'T OUR RADIO SHOWS be like that? I honestly laughed my ass off listening to it, mostly because it's hosted by two insane Wentworth Miller fangirls and a poor guy who has to deal with the two of them. Here's how the whole thing goes (I'll name them Wentworth Fangirl DJ #1, Wentworth Fangirl DJ #2, and Poor Guy Who Has to Deal with the Two of Them (PGWHTDWTTOT):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[something about oprah and letterman]&lt;br /&gt;Wentworth Fangirl DJ #1: Letterman is so great though, he gets anyone on his show.&lt;br /&gt;PGWHTDWTTOT: I'm sorry, was Leno not good for you last night? (This is the day after WM was on Leno.)&lt;br /&gt;Wentworth Fangirl DJ #1: Oh no.. well, half of it was.&lt;br /&gt;[insert soundclip from Wentworth at The Tonight show with Jay Leno. It's hilarious because you can hear the two girls sighing in the background.]&lt;br /&gt;Wentworth Fangirl DJ #1: Okay let's just take a second, I'll get something from last night.&lt;br /&gt;[insert soundclip from the episode the night before - Wentworth saying "Happy Birthday" from PB][crazy fangirl laughter]&lt;br /&gt;Wentworth Fangirl DJ #1: He's everything to me. Last night he was.. i was extremely happy with him.&lt;br /&gt;Wentworth Fangirl DJ #2: And he was in his underwear!&lt;br /&gt;Wentworth Fangirl DJ #1: Ohmygosh. OHMYGOSH!&lt;br /&gt;Wentworth Fangirl DJ #2: White underwear! It's like we hit the lottery!&lt;br /&gt;(heh. hell yes they did. and he was wearing white underwear in the WATER. guh.)&lt;br /&gt;Wentworth Fangirl DJ #1: Oh I know it...&lt;br /&gt;[insert soundclip Prison Break episode..&lt;br /&gt;TBone (another character, duh!): I'm not done with you fish.&lt;br /&gt;Michael Scofield (WM's character): You never even got started.]&lt;br /&gt;PGWHTDWTTOT: &lt;in mocking nasal tone&gt; You never even got started.&lt;br /&gt;Wentworth Fangirl DJ #1: It's okay, you can do it..&lt;br /&gt;[plays Happy Birthday clip again]&lt;br /&gt;Wentworth Fangirl DJ #1: GUH!&lt;br /&gt;Wentworth Fangirl DJ #2: He's so cute...&lt;br /&gt;[insert soundclip Prison Break episode..&lt;br /&gt;Michael Scofield: How far are you willing to go with that?]&lt;br /&gt;Wentworth Fangirl DJ #2: ALL THE WAY! ALL THE WAY! &lt;br /&gt;Wentworth Fangirl DJ #1: We'll go all the way Wentworth!!&lt;br /&gt;[a bit of a beat there...]&lt;br /&gt;PGWHTDWTTOT: You done?&lt;br /&gt;Wentworth Fangirl DJ #1: And on Leno he was great, he was what I expected, he wasn't a nerd.&lt;br /&gt;Wentworth Fangirl DJ #2: He was casual, he kinda had a nice blazer on...&lt;br /&gt;Wentworth Fangirl DJ #1: Other than Leno, it was great... And Leno never asked him about being hot. (Me - YAY for the mutual hate for Leno!)&lt;br /&gt;PGWHTDWTTOT: Yeah, you had to watch Leno to see him, dammit!&lt;br /&gt;Wentworth Fangirl DJ #1: Yeah, all he asked him about was Prison.&lt;br /&gt;Wentworth Fangirl DJ #2: I know! He kept asking if he knew anybody in prison, does his mom thinks he's in prison..&lt;br /&gt;Wentworth Fangirl DJ #1: I don't care if he's in Prison!&lt;br /&gt;Wentworth Fangirl DJ #2: I want to know if he has a girlfriend! Or if he's currently dating anynoe.&lt;br /&gt;PGWHTDWTTOT: Well he brought up the fact that the temporary tattoo that he has takes like 4 or 5 hours to put on.. and he goes home with it on..&lt;br /&gt;Wentworth Fangirl DJ #2: Tell me more..&lt;br /&gt;PGWHTDWTTOT: Didn't you watch it?&lt;br /&gt;Wentworth Fangirl DJ #1: Yeah..&lt;br /&gt;PGWHTDWTTOT: And he goes it's awkward because it sticks to the sheets.&lt;br /&gt;Wentworth Fangirl DJ #2: You know what Sam and I said when we saw that? "I'll make you stick to the sheets". (me - my thoughts exactly.&lt;br /&gt;Everyone: URGH! [crazy crazy laughter]&lt;br /&gt;Wentworth Fangirl DJ #2: Oh Wentworth. It's almost like we're sharing a brain when we watch him..&lt;br /&gt;Wentworth Fangirl DJ #1: Anyhoo... There's this last 2 stories and footnotes. blahblah, something about daniel radcliffe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;and they keep on playing random Happy Birthday clips and the How are you willing to go&gt; and she just gives up reading out those footnotes and just screams ALL THE WAY!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God. It's hilarious, really. Did I just confuse everyone with this whole transcript thing? Why can't our radio shows be like that huh? If you want, download the radio clip &lt;a href="http://s15.yousendit.com/d.aspx?id=0WLPDJF1ZT3UY07OOD4X8P9WNR"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ehm, so after doing that transcript my mind is totally in wentworth land. I'll leave any other rant I have to another day then I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow this entry is REALLY long. Anyway, uploaded a beautiful song at my music section.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6680703-114208657979633908?l=cozy-rocket.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cozy-rocket.blogspot.com/feeds/114208657979633908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6680703&amp;postID=114208657979633908&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680703/posts/default/114208657979633908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680703/posts/default/114208657979633908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cozy-rocket.blogspot.com/2006/03/so-i-just-received-my-enrolment-guide.html' title=''/><author><name>stefanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06977864757237035515</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6680703.post-114174961815145460</id><published>2006-03-08T00:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-08T00:43:41.013+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>DAMN. IT. I am sore that Brokeback didn't win Best Motion Picture. In all my excitement for it, I totally forgot how the Academy totally screws up sometimes. But to make things better.. Drunk Jake Gyllenhaal! I find it even more hilarious that these were taken even before the Oscars started. Can you imagine if he'd actually won and went on-stage?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://tinypic.com"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.tinypic.com/qy76sg.png" border="0" alt="Image hosting by TinyPic"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://tinypic.com"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.tinypic.com/qy7701.png" border="0" alt="Image hosting by TinyPic"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I updated my music section that day but forgot to mention it here.. so yeah.. go download. whatever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6680703-114174961815145460?l=cozy-rocket.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cozy-rocket.blogspot.com/feeds/114174961815145460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6680703&amp;postID=114174961815145460&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680703/posts/default/114174961815145460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680703/posts/default/114174961815145460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cozy-rocket.blogspot.com/2006/03/damn.html' title=''/><author><name>stefanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06977864757237035515</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://i2.tinypic.com/qy76sg_th.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6680703.post-114119217878350563</id><published>2006-03-01T13:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-01T13:49:38.793+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I can't wait for the Oscars! Usually I watch it just for star gazing but this year, at least I've seen quite a few Oscar movies. GO BROKEBACK MOUNTAIN! The only bad thing about it is that we won't have Grey's Anatomy (in the US) because of the Oscars. Noooo! I can't go a 2 weeks without GA. Anyway, here is the full list of films.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2006 Oscar Nominees that I've watched already. (* for ones nominated for Best Motion Picture)&lt;br /&gt;Brokeback Mountain. *&lt;br /&gt;Capote.*&lt;br /&gt;Charlie and the Chocolate Factory. (I know, wtf right? It's for costume design though.)&lt;br /&gt;The Chronicles of Narnia.&lt;br /&gt;Cinderella Man.&lt;br /&gt;The Constant Gardener.&lt;br /&gt;Crash.*&lt;br /&gt;King Kong.&lt;br /&gt;Memoirs of A Geisha (hated it anyway. Die Ziyi Zhang!)&lt;br /&gt;Munich.*&lt;br /&gt;Star Wars (Er, duh.)&lt;br /&gt;Walk the Line. (Reeeessseee!!! )&lt;br /&gt;War of the Worlds. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm kind of pissed off I missed Match Point. Oh well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this blog entry was kind of pointless. I just wanted to be able to say I actually updated it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6680703-114119217878350563?l=cozy-rocket.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cozy-rocket.blogspot.com/feeds/114119217878350563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6680703&amp;postID=114119217878350563&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680703/posts/default/114119217878350563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680703/posts/default/114119217878350563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cozy-rocket.blogspot.com/2006/03/i-cant-wait-for-oscars-usually-i-watch.html' title=''/><author><name>stefanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06977864757237035515</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-6680703.post-114070422359958807</id><published>2006-02-23T20:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-23T22:29:31.606+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ok, so yeah. I changed my layout AGAIN. I know I'm such a layout whore, even if I don't even post anything here. It's just that I found that fashion shot of that picture in my header and the lamp there is just so pretty! Seriously, I totally want a lamp like that in my room. I mean, it's red! Red lamps are just all kinds of pretty to look at.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have i mentioned in any of my last few posts that &lt;em&gt;my mother&lt;/em&gt; has recently gotten addicted to Korean dramas? I mean, I hope all of you have an idea of how much korean dramas suck. Like, all of them seem to have the same plot and context and the acting is HORRIBLE to sit through and the actors are sooo ugly. Seriously, there is no perve material - at all, unless you like your men very feminine. Do i sound like I have something against Koreans? Because trust me, I don't - erm, hello, I love Sandra Oh to bits and Daniel Dae Kim is really nice to look at. Esp when he appears shirtless in the recent eps of Lost. So yeah, the thing I have something against are the shows my mom watch in particular. She actually buys the vcds/dvds! SERIOUSLY! I felt so embarrassed for her. My aunts (her sisters) should be blamed for this, in particular, because they're the ones who gave her the first disc that started it all. GOD. And she hogs the dvd player all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But at least with her watching her shows downstairs I can use her extremely large computer screen that doubles up as a TV to watch shows. I was watching Prison Break on it just now, and everything is so SHARP and BIG and CLEAR - very "hello there Wentworth!". And when I watch it with my Dad (it's the only show that I've managed to get him successfully hooked on. See that mom? Dad actually watches better shows than &lt;em&gt;you&lt;/em&gt;!), he has NO idea at all that half the time that I'm smiling at Wentworth's very pretty face. Le sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I do realise my last three posts have mentioned Wentworth. Does this constitute as obsession? Seriously. He is just extremely nice to stare at (hello, GQ photospread!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm ridiculously sick right now - like full out flu. Seriously, I think I've used up a whole box of Kleenex by now and my EARS hurt like hell. Weird huh? I get this weird ear infection thing whenever I'm down with the flu. Plus, at the rate I'm sneezing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it's because for the past few &lt;s&gt;days&lt;/s&gt; months I've been stuffing myself with all kinds of junk food. Am I guilty as charged? Yes. But am I guilty? HELL NO. Chocolate is my friend. I'm sure I'll go right back to it once my flu goes away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And a song bonus for you if you actually &lt;em&gt;read &lt;/em&gt;my blog instead of just going to the music section to download stuff - &lt;a href="http://s17.yousendit.com/d.aspx?id=2SNLA81KJO7K13AS53GLXHZOEL"&gt;Kiss Me (Japanese Version) - Sixpence None the Richer&lt;/a&gt;. I know it's a really old song but god, I love the Japanese version. Seriously, why could I have not been taught that instead of Chinese?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, everyone who CAN, please go watch Brokeback Mountain. It is such an amazing movie. I cried my ass off, and even more so when I listen to the soundtrack. I'm pathetic that way. It's just so incredibly touching and thought provoking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw, if you noticed an overuse of the word "Seriously" in this entry, it is not on purpose I swear! It's just that I've been watching way too much Grey's Anatomy for a normal person and Meredith/Cristina/George/Izzie rub on me that way. Seriously! They say it like 10 times an ep or something.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6680703-114070422359958807?l=cozy-rocket.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cozy-rocket.blogspot.com/feeds/114070422359958807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6680703&amp;postID=114070422359958807&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680703/posts/default/114070422359958807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680703/posts/default/114070422359958807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cozy-rocket.blogspot.com/2006/02/ok-so-yeah.html' title=''/><author><name>stefanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06977864757237035515</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-6680703.post-113924962218916738</id><published>2006-02-07T01:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-07T02:21:39.746+08:00</updated><title type='text'>you're my raison d'être</title><content type='html'>I've been meaning to update for a while now but every time i want to post something I either..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a. End up at &lt;a href="http://www.wentworthmilleronline.com/index1.php"&gt;Wentworth Miller online&lt;/a&gt; and i end up perving for ages there. He's just so pretty to look at that I don't feel guilty that I have a whole picture folder dedicated to him sitting. And i honestly believe &lt;a href="http://www.wentworthmilleronline.com/gallery/displayimage.php?pid=240&amp;fullsize=1"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.wentworthmilleronline.com/gallery/displayimage.php?pid=231&amp;fullsize=1"&gt;photo&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.wentworthmilleronline.com/gallery/displayimage.php?pid=239&amp;fullsize=1"&gt;shoot&lt;/a&gt; (it is a few years old i believe) was created to kill hormonal fangirls out there. Incredibly hot and pretty (yes, pretty *can* be used to describe men) guy - check. Whipped-cream cupcake - check. Hot/pretty guy licking fingers due to cupcake - check. Unbuttoned shirt - check. An incredible black and white close up of his face and his lovely lovely eyes - check. The only thing i have to complain about is the stupid watermark. Kind of makes art making harder.&lt;br /&gt;(and this paragraph was started off as a short sentence about what I do. see what Wenty does to me?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;b. end up reading a fic at &lt;a href="www.therivercourt.com"&gt;the rivercourt&lt;/a&gt;. Everyone, if you're not part of a fandom, you're missing out on one of the best reasons why you SHOULD be part of one - fanfiction. And personally, Nathan/Haley fics? The best out there. Seriously. It must have to do with the actual writers of the show being so incompetent or whatever, but I do mean it. I've read tons of fics - Buffy ones, OC ones, GA ones, Lost ones, VM ones and nothing, NOTHING, comes close to the amazing stuff some NH writers can come up with. (BTW, Hester, if you're reading this, this paragraph is actually directed at you. :P) Some of them are just so incredibly inspiring as a whole, the characters say such profound stuff that make you THINK. and CRY effing buckets of tears from. or laugh your ass off at. And if you actually followed the link to the rivercourt (or you could head down to fanfiction.net but i warn you, it's scarily tweenie down there sometimes.), look out for the stories that have a few chapters but an insane amount of reviews. Those are the good ones. Like Mara's fic, the Locket? I think she's only at chapter 4 but I cry at every single sentence. It's a beautiful period story, and I think you'd be really touched by it even if you don't know who nathan and haley are. And i think i pretty much lost everyone who was reading this because i tend to start speaking about "fandom" stuff that some of you might not get. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;c. Making &lt;a href="http://buffseeds.livejournal.com"&gt;icons&lt;/a&gt;. Photoshop is quite possibly the best software out there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;d. Start thinking of MORE stuff that i want to blog about and in the end i get so confused i don't say anything at all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6680703-113924962218916738?l=cozy-rocket.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cozy-rocket.blogspot.com/feeds/113924962218916738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6680703&amp;postID=113924962218916738&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680703/posts/default/113924962218916738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680703/posts/default/113924962218916738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cozy-rocket.blogspot.com/2006/02/youre-my-raison-dtre.html' title='you&apos;re my raison d&apos;être'/><author><name>stefanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06977864757237035515</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-6680703.post-113881583548871244</id><published>2006-02-02T01:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-02T01:43:55.510+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HESTER! Look &lt;a href="http://cgi.ebay.com/70S-FUNKY-SEXY-URBAN-CARRIE-CLEAVAGE-GODDESS-DRESS-KATE_W0QQitemZ5465856213QQcategoryZ86262QQtcZphotoQQcmdZViewItem"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://cgi.ebay.com/GYPSY-BOHO-PRAIRIE-GOTHIC-BUSTIER-VICTORIAN-CORSET-TOP_W0QQitemZ5465600489QQcategoryZ63868QQtcZphotoQQcmdZViewItem"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt;. Should I?? SHOUD I???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6680703-113881583548871244?l=cozy-rocket.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cozy-rocket.blogspot.com/feeds/113881583548871244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6680703&amp;postID=113881583548871244&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680703/posts/default/113881583548871244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680703/posts/default/113881583548871244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cozy-rocket.blogspot.com/2006/02/hester-look-here-here.html' title=''/><author><name>stefanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06977864757237035515</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-6680703.post-113777883396379480</id><published>2006-01-21T01:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-21T01:40:33.976+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I feel terribly unmoved to update my blog sometimes. It's not so much the fact that I have nothing to write, contrary to that, i have too much, and i get way too lazy to type everything out. LAZY! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, for the past few days i've been watching way too much Grey's Anatomy than a normal person should, but i tell you, it is such an addicting (tive?) show. George!! Such a dork and a total cutie. Poor guy can't get anyone to date him, and when he did, he got syphillis. Erm, hello, I'd totally fake an injury to get treated by him. Plus, he has awesome lines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I'd fake injuries to get treated by Burke and (especially) Dr McDreamy too. Seriously, why are the doctors here so completely boring and... not-hot compared to them? Heck, I've not even seen ONE doctor here with.. with nice hair and that little half-smile thing he does and ok, I *know* i obsess too much. Blah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Cristina!! CRISTINA!! Heh, i am so glad that Sandra won that Golden Globe because she totally deserves it. Sean, i am so sorry that for the past few days I've subjected you to endless ramblings about her and that i keep making you watch her scenes and that you can hear me laughing real loudly at em from your room but *g* . She's hilarious. Abso-fugging-lutely hilarious. You see? Never wait to watch a show on Ch5. Because they're slow.. and they mix up episodes and you don't get to laugh about her S2 scenes with me!! Janice!! Hester! Ling! I demand you all come to my house N.O.W so we can have a GA marathon. (i have all episodes for you all to watch! come on!! gee, i sound desperate huh? after you watch my favourite FAVOURITE scene ever you'll understand. )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gah. Must stop rambling now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No-- no wait, I haven't even started talking about Prison Break yet. Wentworth Miller = all kinds of yummy hotness. I'm kinda glad (ok, although Hidzir is practically dying because of it.. sorry dude!) that the hiatus for it last for like THREE (!) months more so I can catch up on all the eps. BUT OMFG Wentworth is soooo so pretty to stare at.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6680703-113777883396379480?l=cozy-rocket.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cozy-rocket.blogspot.com/feeds/113777883396379480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6680703&amp;postID=113777883396379480&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680703/posts/default/113777883396379480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680703/posts/default/113777883396379480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cozy-rocket.blogspot.com/2006/01/i-feel-terribly-unmoved-to-update-my_21.html' title=''/><author><name>stefanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06977864757237035515</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-6680703.post-113706461717664280</id><published>2006-01-12T19:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-12T19:17:30.580+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I want &lt;a href="http://www.delias.com/content/browse/jsp/item-large-image.jsp?categoryID=851&amp;itemName=Kendall+Blazer&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;itemKey=10172&amp;amp;flash="&gt;this&lt;/a&gt;! (follow the link, loser)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, today's Thursday, and usually i spend thursdays on forums freaking about new One Tree Hill episodes. God, i had incredibly high hope for this one esp since the last scene we got wayy back in December was &lt;a href="http://nathan.starbuzz.com/309-7.zip"&gt;awesome&lt;/a&gt;. Which didn't prepare me for the utter disappointment that was this week's. &lt;strong&gt;Damn you Schwany&lt;/strong&gt;! You have managed to misuse JL's chest. How dare you pretend that this was a decent episode. You bastard. Especially after all those promos with James Lafferty shirtless. But they did use Bethany Joy Lenz's HALO . However, since i DID rip it off the video, there's tons of interruptions by the characters and stuff but it does sound lovely for a demo song. I honestly cannot wait for her album to be released so I can hear the full version of it. She is &lt;em&gt;pure&lt;/em&gt; talent and Hester, I'll never understand why you don't like her!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosting by TinyPic" src="http://tinypic.com/k33uo2.png" /&gt; Download it &lt;a href="http://s18.yousendit.com/d.aspx?id=386U0XDNILXXZ2KXSO034XFMXX"&gt;H E R E&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6680703-113706461717664280?l=cozy-rocket.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cozy-rocket.blogspot.com/feeds/113706461717664280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6680703&amp;postID=113706461717664280&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680703/posts/default/113706461717664280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680703/posts/default/113706461717664280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cozy-rocket.blogspot.com/2006/01/i-want-this-follow-link-loser-anyway_12.html' title=''/><author><name>stefanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06977864757237035515</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-6680703.post-113639316529163425</id><published>2006-01-05T00:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-05T00:46:05.350+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Stomachache is a bitch. So is boredom.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So... what a way to start the new year huh? Spending the past few days waking up late, spending the day online till there's nobody left to talk to, watching dvds, and then some. Wait, actually that does sound like THE life.  Till it gets really boring around 4pm and i end up walking around the house and eating wonderfully delicious nougats. And for those people who want to say that if i had chosen to go to junior college i wouldn't be bored, please. SHUSH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My body clock, meanwhile, has gotten accustomed to waking up exactly at 11. Really, i set my alarm clock at 8am and i DO wake up and look blearily around, but the next second i'm half dead. And also, i noticed my bedhead when i get up is getting worse and worse. Which means, haircut time! I am insanely jealous of people who wake up looking perfect. (but then again, she DOES have an insanely hot boyfriend to look good for)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of sleeping habits, i absolutely cannot find a comfortable position to sleep in! It's been annoying the crap out of me for the last few nights ready to dive into dreamland and then it's tossing about for a damn half an hour. Sometimes i even have to get up and walk around. Is it my pillow? The lack of James Lafferty spooning me? WHY. CAN'T. I. SLEEP. IN. PEACE?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally dragged my butt to see King Kong. I wanted to see it ages ago when it first came out but i was in Oz, but anyway. I love it and its awesome-ness. Big blockbusters get me every.time. Plus, &lt;a href="http://imdb.com/name/nm0915208/"&gt;Naomi Watts&lt;/a&gt; is so pretty! even when running through the jungle chased by dinosaurs and creepy looking tribals. Plus, erm, a hero? named Jack? on a bloody mysterious island? let the conspiracy theories begin!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the best thing this week? I spent a bomb (again, thank you Rebecca and your magic card!) at online stores. Honestly, the day i get my first credit card i am going to go crazy shopping. Who cares about limits?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although i have to say, it's the most freakin. addictive. thing. ever. I am sooo weak when it comes to stuff like that. But.. pretty! Clothes are so pretty. Look at my &lt;a href="http://www.threadless.com/product/234/The_Internet"&gt;SHIRT&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of clothes, i wish my mom would stop being so judgemental and shallow about body sizes. I mean, aside from all the usual critical comments she loads me with, she tells me like EVERY DAY how big my ass is. Ok. I get that i'll never be as anorexic-skinny as she was when she was my age. I get that Singaporean girls are all skinny bitches made from the same cookie cutter and that she prefers them that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I Like My Curves. Get over it mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, so some days i feel huge ass, and it's mostly because i consumed too many damn candies the night before, but seriously? I rather look this way than like &lt;em&gt;them&lt;/em&gt;. I go out and they all LOOK the same, talk the same, dress the same, act the same. They all have a size 22 waist, have SCARILY long hair that's all in same style - straight cut, sometimes layered, but ALWAYS with horrendous shapes of unnatural hair color, they wear pink in the WORST WAY POSSIBLE, they listen to baddd bad music. I mean, that's less than half of the bad points I could mention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So can my mom stop telling me to lose weight already? I eat. A lot. Because food is good. OK?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean look at the people who DON'T eat. Sure, you think they look good, but they're just really really sad people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus, the shallow side of me says i have bigger boobs. HAH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, ok, it's 1am, I can say what i want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, hester? I hate you. You have the pink V3. HATE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6680703-113639316529163425?l=cozy-rocket.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cozy-rocket.blogspot.com/feeds/113639316529163425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6680703&amp;postID=113639316529163425&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680703/posts/default/113639316529163425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680703/posts/default/113639316529163425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cozy-rocket.blogspot.com/2006/01/stomachache-is-bitch.html' title=''/><author><name>stefanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06977864757237035515</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-6680703.post-113630154922435662</id><published>2006-01-03T23:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-03T23:19:09.236+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A music meme&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Open iTunes to answer the following.&lt;br /&gt;Go to your library.  Answer, no matter how embarrassing it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sort by Song:&lt;br /&gt;First song: 'Til the Tide Creeps In - The Thrills&lt;br /&gt;Last song: Zoom! - Super Furry Animals&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sort by Time:&lt;br /&gt;Longest song: (does my LOST podcast count?)  Change is Gonna Come - Gavin Degraw&lt;br /&gt;Shortest song: One last "Woo-Hoo!" for the Pullman (yeah, like that's a song)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sort by Artist:&lt;br /&gt;First: Shoot Your Gun - 22-20s&lt;br /&gt;Last: In the Waiting Line - Zero 7&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sort By Album:&lt;br /&gt;First: Rain - Patty Griffin (from 1000 kisses)&lt;br /&gt;Last: Somewhere (at 1am) - Subways (from Young for Eternity)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Top Five Most Played:&lt;br /&gt;1. Edge of the Ocean - Ivy (like you're surprised)&lt;br /&gt;2. For Blue Skies - Strays Don't Sleep&lt;br /&gt;3. The Mixtape - Jack's Mannequin&lt;br /&gt;4. Life is Short - Butterfly Boucher&lt;br /&gt;5. Sunday Storm - Bethany Joy Lenz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First song on Party Shuffle: Sunlight - Buffseeds&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Search ...&lt;br /&gt;"sex", how many songs come up? 25. I blame it on Ron SEXsmith. Oh wait, i can do on songs only - that makes it 2. Wow, that's a small number.&lt;br /&gt;"death", how many songs come up? 5.&lt;br /&gt;"love", how many songs come up? 126. Er, WOAH!&lt;br /&gt;"you", how many songs come up? 359. Yeah, they do love me.&lt;br /&gt;"girl", how many songs come up? 37.  My favourite one? Crazy girls.&lt;br /&gt;"boy", how many songs come up? 11. Heh, just proves which one is better huh?&lt;br /&gt;"fuck", how many songs come up? 2.&lt;br /&gt;"i", how many songs come up? 2238! lol!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6680703-113630154922435662?l=cozy-rocket.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cozy-rocket.blogspot.com/feeds/113630154922435662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6680703&amp;postID=113630154922435662&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680703/posts/default/113630154922435662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680703/posts/default/113630154922435662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cozy-rocket.blogspot.com/2006/01/music-meme-open-itunes-to-answer.html' title=''/><author><name>stefanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06977864757237035515</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-6680703.post-113584914345574174</id><published>2005-12-29T17:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-29T17:39:03.483+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So I'm beginning to think that my younger brother Shane, is spending way too much time with Sean (older brother). You see, we were playing with lightsabres today (which, btw, shane got 3 lightsabres this christmas? hey! where's my purple one. take note: i rather get lightsabres than chocolate, unless it's godiva, then i love you) and so i aimed where &lt;em&gt;it would hurt the most. &lt;/em&gt;So my brothers and I are pretty open mouthed, so i was like "I'm gonna cut off your manhood!" and Shane, who is far from the innocent 11 year old he should be, goes like "I'm gonna cut off your vagina!". [A bit of a beat there] Part of me is proud that he calls it that instead of a hokkien term, and let's leave it at that. So Sean tells him like he can't cut that part off and I chime in "Obviously, you haven't seen the woman's anatomy!".&lt;br /&gt;And Shane, ever wanting to defend himself, says that "it's shaped like a triangle." [Another beat there.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Geometry freak.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone should remind me daily to update this blog, because i only seem to remember to update my &lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/~buffseeds/"&gt;livejournal&lt;/a&gt;. With icons. And a spanking new layout. But anyway, Christmas this year was.... boring. Ok, i know i know what it's supposed to mean, and it's not supposed to mean fun but I like the holiday spirit. It's all supposed to be christmassy and decorative and tralala-carols and snow (er wait, tropical country. I'm sorry.) But this year, it just wasn't. I didn't even get to eat turkey, or like, log cake or eggnog!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I vow to never spend Christmas in Singapore again. Jan.. "California!!  Here we come!!!" and ask Seth Cohen to take out his Christmukkah decorations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my church's christmas service? Sure, they spent time on it. Sure, they worked hard on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But for the love of all that is good and holy, could they come up with a plot that is LESS LAME?? I was cringeing throughout the whole thing, not only because i could not understand a damn thing because it was all in Chinese, and i forgot everything to do with that language on may 29 this year, but i vaguely remember that the thing said "ENGLISH SERVICE"! Hello, the only time i will ever accept the use of Chinese everywhere will only be in &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Firefly_%28television_series%29"&gt;500 years when there's a Sino-American allegiance.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG, and the makeup. I was at the back of the hall and i was in trauma from the amount of make up they piled on the singer's face, and i think i almost SMELLED the horrific load of hair spray they used for her circa 1950 hairdo. So yeah, that is WHY i didn' enjoy it one.bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Updated the music section, please comment in the "Contact" section.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6680703-113584914345574174?l=cozy-rocket.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cozy-rocket.blogspot.com/feeds/113584914345574174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6680703&amp;postID=113584914345574174&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680703/posts/default/113584914345574174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680703/posts/default/113584914345574174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cozy-rocket.blogspot.com/2005/12/so-im-beginning-to-think-that-my.html' title=''/><author><name>stefanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06977864757237035515</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6680703.post-113492250035810251</id><published>2005-12-19T00:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-19T00:15:02.840+08:00</updated><title type='text'>we can begin again...</title><content type='html'>So i'm not sure how many people actually read this blog (yeah, head count : one) but heads up because Hester and I have this totally KICK ASS post planned based on the pathetic prom night that was. It's kinda like a gofugyourself thing. SO pimp this out. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I went to shower just now and was greeted like a full speed massage mode ouch ouch ouch cold shower. &lt;em&gt;Of course&lt;/em&gt; it was left on that mode by my little brother. &lt;em&gt;Yes, &lt;/em&gt;i may have spent a bulk of the day sharing Jensen Ackles pictures with Hester, but really, no need for a cold shower aimed too precisely to share the details here. Again, ouch i say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of The Ackles, ahhhh... the prettiness. Hiatuses suck because only in Jan will i experience new perve material.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://tinypic.com/iqcuux.jpg" alt="Image hosted by TinyPic.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, sighhh.. It is a total sin for one to be so pretty and manly at the same time. Why do i not see boys like that walking around here already?! Isn't it Christmas after all, and isn't christmas about &lt;s&gt;gifts&lt;/s&gt; sharing? And his biceps/torso isn't even in SIGHT and he's already melting my heart. This is why everyone should watch&lt;em&gt; Supernatural&lt;/em&gt;, besides the actual premise of the show, which is well very very good. I mean, come on, boys+guns+leather coats+cool car+hunting down demons = good show indeed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, head to the music section for the best.song.ever. Ok, maybe not, but it's pure bliss in 4 minutes. I heart Ivy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6680703-113492250035810251?l=cozy-rocket.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cozy-rocket.blogspot.com/feeds/113492250035810251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6680703&amp;postID=113492250035810251&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680703/posts/default/113492250035810251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680703/posts/default/113492250035810251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cozy-rocket.blogspot.com/2005/12/we-can-begin-again.html' title='we can begin again...'/><author><name>stefanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06977864757237035515</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-6680703.post-113475170577831132</id><published>2005-12-17T00:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-17T01:06:19.546+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Honey!! I'm HOME!!!</title><content type='html'>WOW. 2 weeks is a REALLY long time for a fangirl to be away from her compter. &lt;strong&gt;I missed..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;01&lt;/strong&gt;.  Greatest episode of OTH ever. Ok, wait, i take that back. That only exists in the good old first season, but hot damn. I am this close to forgiving mark s for all the crap he's written into the show recently. WHY? James. Shirtless. Wet. (in separate scenes though, damn!) + NH nookie (unseen nookie, but who cares, that's what fanfic is for) = very, very happy stefanie. I would post pictures, but it would constitute as soft porn for some wimps out there. But really, if you need a description, erm, I'm not the person for it. I'll probably be off in dreamland because the scene was so perfect i melted into a big puddle of goo. Yes, ok, i am so absolutely in love with this couple it is wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;02&lt;/strong&gt;. VM!! Wallace, my pudding cup bearing BFF is back! And so is Leo. Ahh. Pretty eye candy is teh best. + My VM forum sessions with Hidzir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;03&lt;/strong&gt;. OTH music thread. Nuff said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;04&lt;/strong&gt;. Jan and Hes esp!! Man. A trip elsewhere is not complete without my two perving buddies (well, Hes is still in training but she is getting it. ) Holy serious eye candy all over the place. I mean, on the first day... blah blah blah. Ok, you'll hear it all soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;05&lt;/strong&gt;. Thursday OTH chat with Elise and crazy icon making after.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that was the life of a fangirl. Hmm.. So what was it like for me in Oz? I can't do a full recount right now since it's 1am and the last time i had good sleep was like, 2 weeks ago, but here are some &lt;strong&gt;random stuff.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;01&lt;/strong&gt; - Racism is a scary, unnecessary thing I'll never understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;02&lt;/strong&gt; - Australians eat chips (or fries, as we call them) with almost everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;03&lt;/strong&gt; - I take at least 5 seconds to understand what they're saying sometimes. Don't you have such a love-hate relationship with cool accents?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;04&lt;/strong&gt; - Summer = flies. FLIES. FLIES!! They were everywhere and they were scary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;05 &lt;/strong&gt;- Bad badd weather makes my skin break out. It's like, constellation of the red spots on my face now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;06&lt;/strong&gt; - Oz = far far back in VM time. They are just starting out season 1, which means way too much Teddy. EW. *comes running home to my dvds*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;07 &lt;/strong&gt;- The teeny girls love Hilary Duff there. As in really, lurrve. This is a fact i find highly disturbing, but that's just me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;08 &lt;/strong&gt;- I felt absolutely tiny there. I read somewhere that the average Oz girl is 164cm/63kg (erm, American people, inches? feet? pounds? er. :shrug:) which makes them supposedly 3 cm taller and roughly 10+ kg heavier than me. Still, i felt DWARFED. I was standing on my tiptoes half the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;09&lt;/strong&gt; - Random i know, but they park their cars head in a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10&lt;/strong&gt; - Australia has great customer service.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;11&lt;/strong&gt; - I know people usually go there for kangaroos, but when i saw wild dolphins... God, it was amazing, unplanned and so so natural and beautiful. Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;12 &lt;/strong&gt;- I loooove their clothes. Nuff said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BTW, I updated my music playlist thing (navigation's up there). Please, comment in my tagboard if you download them (yes, Clarence this means YOU. although you are probably having way too much fun in Gold Coast right now. Darn. Bring back a surfer boy for me.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6680703-113475170577831132?l=cozy-rocket.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cozy-rocket.blogspot.com/feeds/113475170577831132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6680703&amp;postID=113475170577831132&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680703/posts/default/113475170577831132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680703/posts/default/113475170577831132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cozy-rocket.blogspot.com/2005/12/honey-im-home.html' title='Honey!! I&apos;m HOME!!!'/><author><name>stefanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06977864757237035515</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-6680703.post-113351556571542909</id><published>2005-12-02T17:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-02T17:32:58.143+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm actually UPDATING?</title><content type='html'>EEEP. Stef is actually updating? What is the world coming to? Don't be surprised if you look out of your window and you see repeated lightning strikes and Tom Cruise preaching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be back later with more fun stuff. Meanwhile, check out the updated other parts of my blog, esp &lt;strong&gt;the fandom meme&lt;/strong&gt; in my bio section.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;QUOTE OF THE DAY ---&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Troy:&lt;/b&gt; Flat?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Veronica Mars:&lt;/b&gt; Just as God made me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;PIC OF THE DAY ---&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;spoiler warning. wait, i don't care if you have or haven't seen it because&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c4/stefaniew/normal_kate-cap450.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THEY KISSED!!!!!! Hot. Damn.&lt;br /&gt;I heart Jack and Kate.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6680703-113351556571542909?l=cozy-rocket.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cozy-rocket.blogspot.com/feeds/113351556571542909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6680703&amp;postID=113351556571542909&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680703/posts/default/113351556571542909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680703/posts/default/113351556571542909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cozy-rocket.blogspot.com/2005/12/im-actually-updating.html' title='I&apos;m actually UPDATING?'/><author><name>stefanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06977864757237035515</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-6680703.post-112602200925972196</id><published>2005-09-06T23:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-06T23:53:29.270+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hands up if anyone still checks up on this blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, so, fine, i HAVE been neglecting this blog as of late. I just don't find stuff so interesting in my life to wail about anymore. Is that growing up or growing old? either way, i don't know if i enjoy it. sometimes life is one big pile of dinosaur crap and at other times it's a bed of roses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At dinosaur craps times...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Female parental unit : generally very biased, experiencing menopausal signs even though still getting physical signs that it's not menopause, thus concluded that it's PMS (really, which one's WORSE), tendency to find the worst in her only daughter (that's me by the way)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School gets more and more boring as time passes by. I sit in class and instead of looking at worksheets full of algebraic equations and what not, i look out the door at the grey clouds and wish i could just get out of there. And then i write stories in my head. What does this matter anyway?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes i sit alone when no one else is home and i wonder is it all worth it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in happier, more fangirly times, someone (namely, er, ME) has inadverdently gotten HOOKED onto VERONICA MARS. i LOVE love LUVVVV that show. it is the best thing to hit the feminist's world since Buffy kicked the Source's ass and said Sayonara Sunnydale. i love her wit, i love the clothes, i love the colours. damn. did i mention the plot rocketh my freaking socks? Rob Thomas, creator of the show, and NOT THAT ASS SHAKING WANNABE WHO WAS BETTER OFF IN MATCHBOX TWENTY, i bow down to you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6680703-112602200925972196?l=cozy-rocket.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cozy-rocket.blogspot.com/feeds/112602200925972196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6680703&amp;postID=112602200925972196&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680703/posts/default/112602200925972196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680703/posts/default/112602200925972196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cozy-rocket.blogspot.com/2005/09/hands-up-if-anyone-still-checks-up-on.html' title=''/><author><name>stefanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06977864757237035515</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-6680703.post-112384557111181523</id><published>2005-08-12T18:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-12T19:19:31.116+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Nothing is Sound&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;before i begin on a proper blog entry, please allow me to hyperventilate. Not because of Chinese results, even that sucked, but nothing is as imp as GETTING THE NEW SWITCHFOOT ALBUM (out sep13) WAY BEFORE ANYONE ELSE DOES! man, i've been pumped about it for forever. YAY!! and i do have to get my priorities right, don't i?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and ok, i cried just now. SO? i tend to get overly emotional sometimes. For example, i cried that day after seeing an ad for Full Circle. And ok, so i passed, but the thing is - it's better than what i NEEDED, but not what i wanted. and doesn't that theory apply to practically everything in our lives sometimes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have been stuck on a fanfic haze of late. I practically danced when "Dear Nathan" was updated, even though i knew it would result in a half hour cry session. lol. And also, i have acquired a crush on British rockstars after reading a random fic. Or maybe it's from watching Charlie on Lost - either way, isn't the way they address people with the word "love" so completely sexy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There has been a new thing developing too - a disastrous, gigantic cold-sore-looking pimple-thing which i have discovered to be an external ULCER on the corner of my lip. HESTER it is NOT a cold sore, because i have been making out with nothing but maths books. (must i complain about that again) No wonder the pimple looks like it has a weird multiplication sign on it. And also, with this stupid pimple, or ulcer, eating pains me. I tried eating a Subway sandwich just now and i had so scrunch up my mouth so the lettuce and everything wouldn't brush against it, but obviously, it still DID. so there was i, screaming AACK, left hand holding a sandwich, right hand trying to keep to my conversation online, and olives and lettuce flying EVERYWHERE. something you do NOT want to see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;also, i had my english oral today. In the passage (which content is so lame i can't remember) there was a character called "Miguel".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dude. would I of all people, know how to pronounce that? this is english for God's sake, put a simple name like Mr. Simple or something. Even Mr. Oompaloompa would have been easier to pronounce. Who the heck names their kid MIGUEL anyway? grr. in case you're wondering, it's pronounced "Mee-gu-el" or something. I just keep going "Michael" but in this weird rolled tongue thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there is cell soon. I just want my fanfic though.&lt;br /&gt;If you can, check out my livejournal at &lt;a href="http://livejournal.com/users/buffseeds"&gt;http://livejournal.com/users/buffseeds&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6680703-112384557111181523?l=cozy-rocket.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cozy-rocket.blogspot.com/feeds/112384557111181523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6680703&amp;postID=112384557111181523&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680703/posts/default/112384557111181523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680703/posts/default/112384557111181523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cozy-rocket.blogspot.com/2005/08/nothing-is-sound-before-i-begin-on.html' title=''/><author><name>stefanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06977864757237035515</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-6680703.post-112322893658608002</id><published>2005-08-05T15:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-05T16:02:16.636+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>[B]We run to the world but we creep indoors[/B]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, so i haven't blogged of lately. livejournal and icons is just much more fun. so to quickly sum up the past few weeks in a word.. or so.. STRESSFUL. seriously, i think my math teacher may have gone through a serious head trauma when she was a baby, because, she clearly has no compassion or understading of levels of craziness. it's not that i don't want to do well, because, let's face it, one way or another, even if you hate something so much you can feel your head hurt when you think about it, most of us still want to ace that dang subject. but i'm more of thinking WHY THE HECK WILL THESE EVEN BE USEFUL in the later parts of my life? please. like i see my dad taking out some Shakespeare text to lecture us with anecdotes, nor do i see my mom calculating the speed of her car with Relative Velocity (which, might i add, is the most useless, killer subject ever). Really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so while life can be achingly boring and purposeless at times, it can still be blissfully fan cheery sometimes. i went crazy the day the OTH scans from the new TP surfaced. er, James and Joie need to reproduce and have tons of crazily good looking kids. So do Sophia and Chad actually, just as long as the genes aren't from er.. Chad. heh. ok fine, just as long as the kid doesn't get his eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;also, for those of you who haven't tried this before, go try sucking in some helium and talk like Donald Duck. It is the funniest thing ever, really. Can keep 5 teenage girls amused for hours. sad huh?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6680703-112322893658608002?l=cozy-rocket.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cozy-rocket.blogspot.com/feeds/112322893658608002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6680703&amp;postID=112322893658608002&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680703/posts/default/112322893658608002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680703/posts/default/112322893658608002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cozy-rocket.blogspot.com/2005/08/bwe-run-to-world-but-we-creep-indoorsb.html' title=''/><author><name>stefanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06977864757237035515</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-6680703.post-112238971016073720</id><published>2005-07-26T22:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-26T22:55:10.166+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>all my media stuff will go in my new livejournal account &lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/users/buffseeds/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. For example, icons, uploaded music, etc. Go there and comment!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6680703-112238971016073720?l=cozy-rocket.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cozy-rocket.blogspot.com/feeds/112238971016073720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6680703&amp;postID=112238971016073720&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680703/posts/default/112238971016073720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680703/posts/default/112238971016073720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cozy-rocket.blogspot.com/2005/07/all-my-media-stuff-will-go-in-my-new.html' title=''/><author><name>stefanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06977864757237035515</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-6680703.post-112211536024721887</id><published>2005-07-23T18:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-23T18:46:52.543+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;calling up my bad side&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, i'm sorry if i haven't been updating lately. is there anyone still here reading this? it's pretty much been a touch and go thing when i've been using the internet, pretty much because..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A. my wireless receiver died on me from being out in the rain too much (don't ask) so i stopped mooching from the school and resorted to going to my dad's office now and then&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B. my dad doesn't like me to use his internet and prefers to bring me to watch $9 movies instead of just surfing for FREE. hmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C. when i'm using the net, for like, the few hours that i can, i'm too busy downloading music/catching up at fanforum having guttery talks to remember that, indeed, i have a blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. before i start, i would just like to do an online SCREAM here. Death Cab has a new album out in August, God be praised!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think life without internet has forced me to watch movies every week. i've watched almost every blockbuster released so far - star wars, mr/mrs smith,war of the worlds,fantastic four,the island. the great thing is, i've discovered the very hotness of Chris Evans (fantastic 4), who i noticed way back in the Perfect Score and Justin Chatwin (War of the Worlds).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v211/fifiwee/avatar104010_26.png" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gee. and also, my numerous Movie Trips have made me compile a new list of stuff to do in the cinema.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. wait for everyone to come in then find the PERFECT SEAT. usually they fill up from the back, so after everyone comes in, you can get a good seat in the middle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. make loud comments during those lame adverts before the movie trailers/the movie itself. i counted like 4 watch advertisements and that lame Catherine Zeta Jones chimpanzee ad. I mean, seriously, is someone going to walk out of that theatre and go buy an expensive watch/visa card straightaway. they're gonna be too busy thinking about the actors, thank you very much!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. shine that red laser pointer thing at the movie character's crotch etc. but you could get thrown out for that so DON'T.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. buy your drink from cold storage or something before that, and a packet of WANT WANT. way better than that large ol bucket of popcorn which nobody seems to be able to finish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. applause at the end if it's a really really GREAT movie (need i remind you guys of Star Wars?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh. so anyway, since CHINESE is over in my life permanently, i don't see why I HAD TO ENDURE ONE WHOLE LESSON OF FREAKING LAME CHINESE JOKES. like, wth? seriously, we were asked that day if we wanted to use our chinese free period to do whatever we want or listen to chinese jokes. quite surprisingly, my very chinese class chose, of course, to hear jokes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;err.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;isn't that the point of a free period, to do whatever you want? God, i had rather be studying. so yeah, i DID understand the jokes but they were so DRY and corny that i could not understand why the rest of the class was laughing their heads off (actually, very fakely, i might add). so there was i, looking left, right, left, right, until i finally resigned myself to Math. creepy huh?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6680703-112211536024721887?l=cozy-rocket.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cozy-rocket.blogspot.com/feeds/112211536024721887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6680703&amp;postID=112211536024721887&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680703/posts/default/112211536024721887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680703/posts/default/112211536024721887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cozy-rocket.blogspot.com/2005/07/calling-up-my-bad-side-ok-im-sorry-if.html' title=''/><author><name>stefanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06977864757237035515</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-6680703.post-112081312254726138</id><published>2005-07-08T15:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-08T16:58:42.606+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>my dad is being a beatles geek. he's playing every song they ever had and going like "i bet you don't know that one"..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;erm, ok...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not that i mind, since i have to get the song "twist and shout" down pat to be able to perform it huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had my O level Chinese Oral Exam that day.  frankly, it wasn't as bad as expected, the two teachers were nice and young, not very chinese-teachery. which is  good. i didn't even need to pull the whol "it's hot in here, can i strip" for the male teacher, although he looked rather gayish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;speaking of gays, when i went to watch Fantastic Four at a late night show that day, there was a pair of gay China men sitting in the same row as us. I made my dad sit next to them (which isn't very safe actually but ::shrug::). I noticed that there are a lot of gay Chinese/Indian/Bangladeshi nationals here. just something i noticed. but that's besides the point. Fantastic four was a good movie, very weak expectable plot though. but who cares, i was perving on Chris Evans, the Human Torch guy throughout. damn, he is HOT. literally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i bet all those guys were perving on Jessica Alba, but ... yeah, she's hot too. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i do love blockbuster season very much. I want to watch the Island next, although i might start cringing when Ewan McGregor and Scarlett Johanssen get in on. there's just something very wrong with that picture. Plus, after watching Down with Love, i'm not so sure he's straight anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and a very very exciting thing is coming up. I'll be 16 in like, 4 days. I don't think it'll be any different though.. i just want good presents. if anything,  *cough*mtvspringbreakshirtatqueen'scouture*cough* or &lt;strong&gt;cough&lt;/strong&gt;payingformycustomisedipodskin&lt;strong&gt;cough&lt;/strong&gt; and well JAMES LAFFERTY (don't need to hide that one) will do nice as presents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i have about 10 more albums to add to the music list, all downloaded recently. gotta add them soon, it's hard work. have a great week!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6680703-112081312254726138?l=cozy-rocket.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cozy-rocket.blogspot.com/feeds/112081312254726138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6680703&amp;postID=112081312254726138&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680703/posts/default/112081312254726138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680703/posts/default/112081312254726138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cozy-rocket.blogspot.com/2005/07/my-dad-is-being-beatles-geek.html' title=''/><author><name>stefanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06977864757237035515</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-6680703.post-112038282220134996</id><published>2005-07-03T16:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-03T17:27:02.210+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>errr...just droppping by to say..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. A lizard froze in my fridge. how gross is that? it was literally stuck to the fridge wall, head turned, frozen. i thought they werel like cold blooded and able to adapt to different temperatures. plus, how the heck did it get in my fridge? God knows what else has been in there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I was having serious PMS or emotional issues yesterday. i started bawling at A.I. Haley Joel Osment just gets to me. &lt;em&gt;&lt;hits&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Yes, ok, i must calm down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I am getting extreme willies at the fanfic "When it Comes" over at fanfiction.net. The writer is just amazing. Hester and Janice, i recommend you drag your butts there and read those 200 chapters because it is WORTH IT. the last chapters contained such a twist, i was amazed. gee, i wish i could write like that. Another great fic over at the rivercourt is depressingly sad yet hopefully joyous at the same time. Again, it was awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I really miss having the internet at home. What is up with Parry Primary, leaving their wireless network on throughout the whole holidays but switching it off during the school term?! one word (acronym) : NFI.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. I love Amy and Megan over at FF. i got the as yet UNRELEASED All American Rejects album, plus a few other albums from indie artistes. gosh, i love them. lmao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. WHEEEEEEEEE!!!! watching people suck helium and talk &lt;em&gt;is&lt;/em&gt; fun. But no lung explosions please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Good Charlotte is poseurish and mainstream. I don't like them. That lead guy has bad taste and date's hilary duff. I am not going to their concert. Enough said. &lt;em&gt;Turiaya, you hear that?&lt;/em&gt; THEY SUCK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.I need to kick Ben Affleck's ass to like, Pearl Harbour 1942 so he can get his butt whooped by the Japanese. WTH is he doing, getting Jennifer Garner pregnant?!?! Hello, that will be the disappearance of a great bod. stupid ugly man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Adam Brody, we do love men with a slight neurosis. LMAO at that day's OC. and P.S. to Janice, Hester and Rebecca - don't hate Haley!! :( that's what happens when people watch that depressing ep of One Tree Hill. Now i can't wait for everyone to watch Ep 17 and 20 and all will be right again! (i hope....)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Bethany Joy Lenz is tooooo pretty!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v211/fifiwee/a5.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and until the next time i can get online....&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; don't hate haley.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6680703-112038282220134996?l=cozy-rocket.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cozy-rocket.blogspot.com/feeds/112038282220134996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6680703&amp;postID=112038282220134996&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680703/posts/default/112038282220134996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680703/posts/default/112038282220134996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cozy-rocket.blogspot.com/2005/07/errr.html' title=''/><author><name>stefanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06977864757237035515</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-6680703.post-112012288632707341</id><published>2005-06-30T15:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-30T17:14:46.370+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;kicks&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my internet connection has been down for days, either the school found out i was leeching from their account, or they don't know hot to switch on stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i'll be back.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6680703-112012288632707341?l=cozy-rocket.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cozy-rocket.blogspot.com/feeds/112012288632707341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6680703&amp;postID=112012288632707341&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680703/posts/default/112012288632707341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680703/posts/default/112012288632707341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cozy-rocket.blogspot.com/2005/06/my-internet-connection-has-been-down.html' title=''/><author><name>stefanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06977864757237035515</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6680703.post-111936012239874660</id><published>2005-06-21T19:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-23T00:17:14.170+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i just want to be...away from here&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666600;"&gt;"O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666600;"&gt;ur deepest fears is not that we are inadequate. Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure. It is our light, not our darkness that most frightens us." - from the movie Coach Carter, dvd released in US today, and the movie which i still think my school should have brought everyone to watch for free like other schools did;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;please listen to this song from the Mr and Mrs Smith Soundtrack, dance a little to it, and you'll understand why i'm so obsessed with it &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;*cough*janicetan*cough*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://s29.yousendit.com/d.aspx?id=3JWWIQZKTGKQH1072QWIOE3GZB"&gt;Mondo Bongo&lt;/a&gt;. oh yes, i went to watch it again yesterday with Janice. i noticed Angelina Jolie's legs again. i noticed the music more, a lot of 80s music. and who cares if it has a weak plot? Blockbuster movies always make me happy. I always come out wishing i had a better life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just adding in : If my younger brother or any other person for that matter, sends another email from the following "Hi5" or "I would like to update my address book" etc, i would like to kick their internet-still-living-in-2004-ass to where those people reside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent the bulk of yesterday evening researching North Carolina. Look at this quaint little beachhouse thing on Kure Beach, North carolina &lt;a href="http://www.vacationrentals.com/vacation-rentals/6444.html"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt;. it's at it's cheapest rental fee in December because of winter, it's located near the studios where OTH is filmed, and they'll still be filming then. How cool is that?  Maybe i'll like sedate my mom or something and force her on the plane. And i told my dad of this GENIUS plan and he laughed at me and was all "Dream on". Yeah, and this is coming from the man who travelled around the world at 16 for more than a month without his parent's consent. Wow, Dad, you're such a great example for children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This post is pretty short, just showing off new template. Now if you want to request music, just head over to my music section, see if i have an artiste you want, then head over to the tagboard. That's all you gotta do!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6680703-111936012239874660?l=cozy-rocket.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cozy-rocket.blogspot.com/feeds/111936012239874660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6680703&amp;postID=111936012239874660&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680703/posts/default/111936012239874660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680703/posts/default/111936012239874660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cozy-rocket.blogspot.com/2005/06/i-just-want-to-be.html' title=''/><author><name>stefanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06977864757237035515</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-6680703.post-111918783846583950</id><published>2005-06-19T19:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-19T21:37:08.006+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;i have african blood in me... but you do too&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am completely amazed by this Genographic Project thing. Who knew cheek swabs could find your ancestry. Look &lt;a href="https://www5.nationalgeographic.com/genographic/participate.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. .man, i wouldn't mind paying that much to find out such cool stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, there was an article in today's newspaper whether PDA (aka Public Displays of Affection) is basically, acceptable or not. Very pertinent question to OTH. i shall answer it very simply f or the people in Straits Times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, when the two people contributing to the PDA train are heterosexual, goodlooking and have the sweetness factor thrown in, i sure as hell wouldn't mind watching them. if not, couples like Nathan and Haley (from One Tree Hill), Seth and Summer (from the OC), Buffy and Angel (from BtVS), Ryan Gosling and Rachel McAdams (from &lt;em&gt;the Notebook&lt;/em&gt; and the hot kiss at the MTV Movie Awards) would have eggs thrown at them every time they suck face. really, look at this ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v211/fifiwee/04cf4801.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now that is &lt;em&gt;beautiful&lt;/em&gt;, and that PDA is acceptable. and P.S. when i say 2 "goodlooking" people, this list does not include 1. Tom Cruise and Katie Holmes (cringe factor) 2. Paris Hilton and Paris &lt;em&gt;whatshisname&lt;/em&gt;. ok?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next on the list, is when ONE of the pair is goodlooking, and the other is plain gross. An example is Brooke and Felix on One Tree Hill. Now, many people would say that Felix guy is hot, but he's just... rodent-looking and all to me, so. I wouldn't want to put in a picture because i don't want to scare you off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and finally, the worse when PDA should be forbidden to be carried out is when BOTH people look absolutely horrible. An example, Chad Michael Murray and Hilary Duff when they sucked face in &lt;em&gt;A Cinderella Story&lt;/em&gt;. I Shall not digress on that because i would probably get stoned by teenyboppers, but all i have to say is : squinting. If you want an actual visual accompaniment, just go to Far East Plaza or the Heeren and be on the lookout for &lt;em&gt;Bengs and Lians &lt;/em&gt;together. &lt;em&gt;Yeah, you know those species, the guy probably has the most tasteless color of hairdye covering half his head, bad acne and such, and the girl looks anorexic, dresses in pink and is tuned to "Yes 93.3FM", and has only the words "so kewt...." in their vocab. &lt;/em&gt;Now those &lt;shudders&gt;are a truly horrific sight to watch having PDA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and if you can't find the time to go to town to watch this incredible sight, just come to my house and watch my bratty, whiny next door neightbour have extreme PDA with his 101 girlfriends. what a man-whore, what more, an ugly one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, since we're on the topic of Species, i would like to talk about my experience in &lt;em&gt;Raffles JC&lt;/em&gt; and the species observed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;the Cabbages&lt;/em&gt; : member - a guy who probably takes hair styling tips from his sister's Cabbage Patch Kids dolls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;the Glands &lt;/em&gt;: members - almost every guy participating, whose perspiration managed to seep through their blazers, and literally &lt;em&gt;soaked&lt;/em&gt; their white blouses. and that's in an aircon room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;the&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;Gag-Me-Nows&lt;/em&gt; : members - the whole team from an all girls school, one of the CHIJ ones i think, who incessantly flirted with the guys from ACS and Raffles. Are you after their money, hun? and OMY, the WORST SIN : she doesn't seem to know her anakin from her obi-wan. God help us all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;the faux politicians : &lt;/em&gt;members - any one from RI/RGS/ACS : who the heck cares if they want to be the next LKY?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BTW, anybody's who is downloading stuff from my "exits" page, please leave a note on my tagboard so i know what you are doing ok? and if you want any more songs, just put that down too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sidenote : please tell me that horrible disgusting pornish pop up "AdultFriendFinder" does not pop up when my blog opens. if it is, please tell me so i can fix it. Also, i fixed the link for the BloggerSG thing in my "Exits" page, vote for me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6680703-111918783846583950?l=cozy-rocket.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cozy-rocket.blogspot.com/feeds/111918783846583950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6680703&amp;postID=111918783846583950&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680703/posts/default/111918783846583950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680703/posts/default/111918783846583950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cozy-rocket.blogspot.com/2005/06/i-have-african-blood-in-me.html' title=''/><author><name>stefanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06977864757237035515</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-6680703.post-111894301963960840</id><published>2005-06-17T00:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-17T01:30:19.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;if you ever mention the words "international crisis" to me...&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hello. it's been what, a week since i last updated?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have spent two full days in an ugly pencil skirt.. thing, white blouse tucked in, blazer PROCLAIMING that yes, indeed, general public, i AM from PLMGSS, and the worse.. pantyhose! &lt;em&gt;&lt;is&gt; &lt;/em&gt;seriously, i have no idea how women survive in that. how does my mom wear that to work every single day? i mean, it creates so much trouble when you have to pee, and it gives you skin an awfully gaudish color and tone, and you have to take out the whole thing to put a stupid plaster on your foot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;well, WTF were you doing wearing that, you ask.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, you see, there's this stupid junior college called &lt;em&gt;Raffles &lt;/em&gt;(which, by the way, i swear, to never step in ever again) who organises this annual conference thing that is a model conference of the United Nations. so it's this serious thing, that involves only top schools by the way, for example, the painfully smart ACS(I).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, and an added note, i had to wear COURT SHOES. they were so ugly, and they gave me horrible blisters all over my feet. i was walking with such an anal look in my face, because for every step i had to like, clench my foot, so the blister wouldn't rub against the shoe. and if you're thinking that i should have put a plaster, please see above regarding pantyhose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the only &lt;em&gt;good &lt;/em&gt;thing that came out from this stupid conference that cost me two precious days of my holiday, is that i realise now how much i actually despise this control issue thing, the whole JC, follow the rules, the MAN, kinda thing. and in my mind i had been actually debating for quite a few weeks now whether to join ACS's direct school admission thing.. and now, i'm clear. i don't want to become someone that studies a whole range of topics. sure, everyone say's that that's how you become well rounded, how you succeed, but i don't want to study something i loathe. i want to learn things i am passionate about. i don't want to be controlled by teachers, by the law, by exams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ergo, polytechnic, or i might just be a farmer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Or am i just a girl with rather big dreams?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so anyway, let's not talk about that school crap anymore. last night, i went for a late night screening of Mr/Mrs Smith, ok, the plot is too dry and stuff, but me, i'm a sucker for summer blockbusters. and WOW, angelina jolie's legs were like.. gems or something. &lt;em&gt;jealousy, show thy face.. again! &lt;/em&gt;and also, i like any movie with big guns and explosions so ::shrug:: . And Jennifer Aniston, i'm sorry to say this but, the chemistry between Brad and Angelina was so tangible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and also, did i mention i love spy movies? i mean, c'mon, i even liked SPy Kids for all their gadgety stuff. just want to reach into the screen and take that high tech thing and be all "I'm so 22nd Century".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Angelina's legs!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and Adam Brody of course. gah, he was so cute, still very Seth-like, dry wit and all. and i was whispering so loudly when i saw him wearing a shirt that said "Fight Club". obviously, homage to Brad Pitt, very smart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i shall continue my rantings tomorrow because it's like, really late now. side note, i changed the music list in my "EXITS" page, which means, more for you to d/l. Enjoy and please credit/don't pass around.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6680703-111894301963960840?l=cozy-rocket.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cozy-rocket.blogspot.com/feeds/111894301963960840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6680703&amp;postID=111894301963960840&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680703/posts/default/111894301963960840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680703/posts/default/111894301963960840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cozy-rocket.blogspot.com/2005/06/if-you-ever-mention-words.html' title=''/><author><name>stefanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06977864757237035515</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-6680703.post-111842098699703972</id><published>2005-06-10T23:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-11T00:29:47.026+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;er... WOW&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;somebody has to teach me how to keep my sanity. because today i just spent like $30 plus on crystals and such to MAKE a cover for my iPod, and now i need to buy MORE crystals because those damn things are so small. that's another $20.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why couldn't i just stick to the normal silicone one which would have provided more cushion AND would have been cheaper? WTF made me want to go all DIY today?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and my eyes are crossed now from applying about 300+ crystals to a freaking white cloth. numerous times, because glue IS not user-friendly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i kind of miss my younger brother now that he's in Malaysia. i feel the weirdest things, when he's here i feel like rearranging his face every second but when he's gone i really MISS him. and he was so sweet, he wanted to buy me a Nike cap from Malaysia. er, but of course i declined, because er.. it's malaysia, the cap's sure to be 2-year old style. and besides, i don't want him to waste money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i just watched the "Best Kiss" clip from that day's MTV Movie Awards. one word : WOW, hence today's title. The Notebook's Ryan Gosling and Rachel McAdams won it and when they went up to get the award.. they did &lt;a href="http://s5.yousendit.com/d.aspx?id=0Y0D03USXTWKD199XKSVCAD9S9"&gt;THIS&lt;/a&gt; .&lt;br /&gt;please, do faint when you watch it. they have to be a couple in real life, look at that come hither hand signal ryan did. very hot. Janice Tan, if you're reading this.. suddenly i like Rachel McAdams very very much. and Ryan Gosling.. the hotness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Janice, Hester and I dyed our hair with Loreal's Colour Pulse temp hair dye today. ok, Janice the Menace, thank you so much for laeving a trail of destruction in your path. hair dye, on MY new CHAIR? flooding my TOILET?? and it's lousy having black hair, because temporary hair dye does not work on you. it's only obvious in BRIGHT sunlight. my $13!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i went to Chinatown to buy those admn crystals. my first trip to Chinatown in... forever. no words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, i can't concentrate. freaking HOT kiss!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6680703-111842098699703972?l=cozy-rocket.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cozy-rocket.blogspot.com/feeds/111842098699703972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6680703&amp;postID=111842098699703972&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680703/posts/default/111842098699703972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680703/posts/default/111842098699703972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cozy-rocket.blogspot.com/2005/06/er.html' title=''/><author><name>stefanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06977864757237035515</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-6680703.post-111824905149447636</id><published>2005-06-08T22:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-09T00:44:11.526+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm feeling so sad after watching a bittersweet ep of OTH. so...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ryan Adam's &lt;a href="http://s18.yousendit.com/d.aspx?id=2BALBHJ56EWGC11ITX6O6BJ93C"&gt;The Shadowlands&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6680703-111824905149447636?l=cozy-rocket.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cozy-rocket.blogspot.com/feeds/111824905149447636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6680703&amp;postID=111824905149447636&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680703/posts/default/111824905149447636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680703/posts/default/111824905149447636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cozy-rocket.blogspot.com/2005/06/im-feeling-so-sad-after-watching.html' title=''/><author><name>stefanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06977864757237035515</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-6680703.post-111813528914534619</id><published>2005-06-07T16:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-07T20:19:13.573+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;A saggy butt, toilet paper and menopause&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, here's the deal : my daddy says that i should leave the toilet seat in the loo up. well, fine, so the male:female ratio may be 3:2 but isn't it more gentlemanly for the guy to leave it down? funny though, there are like 4 toilets in my house (5 if you want to count the massive drain behind) yet everyone is always fighting for the master bedroom toilet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why?&lt;br /&gt;1. no guests use it, so that rules out picking up unpronunciable germs.&lt;br /&gt;2. it has less lizards than the pink toilet&lt;br /&gt;3. it doesn't stink&lt;br /&gt;4. it has A LOT of hot water for me to waste.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i still think the guys should leave the seat down though. so if i feel the insatiable urge to pee, i can just rush into the toilet and not bother to put down the seat because it's already there! convenient.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on toilet talk though, my maid went to put the toilet paper inside instead of out (you know what i mean? inside means the tp comes from... you know, inside!) so i have to reach further for it. why reach further than you have to, esp when you have just spent all your energy shitting). speaking of TP, i always wanted to toilet paper a place, ala the 70s show gang in &lt;a href="http://www.tvtome.com/tvtome/servlet/GuidePageServlet/showid-246/epid-142419/"&gt;the musical ep&lt;/a&gt; OR the college people in the Halloween ep of BtVS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here's a list of plausible places for me to TP (and soap up car windows, and throw eggs into mailboxes, etc)&lt;br /&gt;1. our school grounds&lt;br /&gt;2. my crazy next door neighbours place, cept that'd be a leeeetle too obvious&lt;br /&gt;3. my chem teacher's house&lt;br /&gt;4. my own house, just to see how it'd look. but sshhh, don't tell my mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is it very juvenile of me to want to do these stuff?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, since lina asked, here are two more modest mouse songs:&lt;br /&gt;click &lt;a href="http://s15.yousendit.com/d.aspx?id=1AJH9BMNLHQ9P169VW1DD3QNB9"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; for "the ocean breathes salty" from GOOD NEWS FOR PEOPLE WHO LOVE BAD NEWS&lt;br /&gt;click &lt;a href="http://s20.yousendit.com/d.aspx?id=3A0CQ544H925M2RXSF41LN5USH"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; for "float on" from GOOD NEWS FOR PEOPLE WHO LOVE BAD NEWS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you want to request for more music, go ahead!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6680703-111813528914534619?l=cozy-rocket.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cozy-rocket.blogspot.com/feeds/111813528914534619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6680703&amp;postID=111813528914534619&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680703/posts/default/111813528914534619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680703/posts/default/111813528914534619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cozy-rocket.blogspot.com/2005/06/saggy-butt-toilet-paper-and-menopause.html' title=''/><author><name>stefanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06977864757237035515</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-6680703.post-111799181150341651</id><published>2005-06-06T00:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-06T01:16:51.556+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;get out of this place while we still have time&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, slightly obsessed with Jimmy Eat World here after watching them perform live on OTH's finale. some nice people at fanforum posted the entire album for me to download so i'm listening to Work on repeat now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i may have gone on song overload the past few days. i've downloaded countless albums (including Coldplay's new one waayyy before Singapore ppl) AND i bought 2 new albums. TEGAN AND SARA! for 40+ crazy bucks. and of course, my precious precious Anna Nalick, who i believe that it is I who introduced her to Singapore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;the story of how anna nalick's album came to our shores&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few weeks ago, i was on an innocent trip to HMV (the same trip where i bought OC : mix 4 and Gavin's album)  and was searching frantically for her album because it'd be a leeetle crazy to order only ONE thing for amazon. so i'm like "do you have Anna Nalick. N-A-L-I-C-K" and they're like "No......." well fine, so after that they must have ordered quite a lot because i got a rude shock when i was eating in a foodcourt the other day and i suddenly hear &lt;strong&gt;Breathe&lt;/strong&gt; on the radio. very WTF moment for me. so either i am HAPPY that i brought her here OR PISSED OFF that dude! she has gone to the dark side here, into the clutches of people who think Jesse Mac-whatever are cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and if you are quick to notice things, lookie! my main page got a beautiful update of the 5 main characters of OTH. a tribute to the finale, courtesy of &lt;em&gt;mrsotown . &lt;/em&gt;So pretty isn't it? and the great voiceover.. gah! mark schwahnn, you slay me! and the season two DVD set!! AHHH!! &lt;goes&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and because i'm feeling crazily generous right now, head over to the&lt;strong&gt; Exits &lt;/strong&gt;section of my blog and download all the songs there. sure to upgrade your music taste. includes Susie Suh, aforementioned Coldplay, Tyler.. yeah, i accept Cash as thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and what the heck am i doing awake at this unearthly hour blogging? first of all, i just finished watching Tim Burton's Mars Attacks! on ch5 (yes yes, very old skool movie) and me, being very scared of alieny things ever since i watched a traumatising ep of X-files) decided to stay awake for a little bit. and the sad thing is? MA! is supposed to be a fraeking comedy. what am i going to do when i go watch War of the Worlds?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got a great big fright while watching TV though, and not just from green alieny things. a new slew of horrible TV ads have entered our realm!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Slim Fit Bust Enhancement Programme" - who the heck is Lynn Poh? i mean, get a more well-known celeb to endorse &lt;em&gt;lah&lt;/em&gt;!  and the pronunciation *shudders*. and..and...oh gawd, i can't get it out! very bad scripting and action and everything. "slim fit, we deliver results" BLEACH. well, i hope they deliver some prozac medication for me after seeing that crap!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am having too much fun on fanforum. i don't wannt leave.....................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on a side note though, i went "out" with my mother on Friday afternoon. remind me : never again. hello, do all your moms pay fo your stuff when you go out? or at least some stuff? do your moms stop at shops when you stop? my mom is just a selfish *****. she didn't even want to do any stuff, just go see her boring, bargain stuff. on record, she has not paid for ANY of my clothes since 2003 and counting ok? sometimes i even have to buy pads and moisturiser (among other female hygiene stuff) for myself. grr, i don't like her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT i did see the most BEAUTIFUL necklace from Monet. I WANT I WANT I WANT! i might even sell blood for that thing, it's so purty, cept it's about a hundred bucks, which actually i can afford, but is it too much for a necklace? gah, it's so lovely, i want it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i.want.it. please donate to the buy-stefanie-that-pretty-necklace fund. just come up to me one day and go like "your neck will look so much better with that necklace" and then hand over 10 bucks baby!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oohkay, i so have to sleep now. that alien image is out of my mind, although it may come back tomorrow when i see my physics teacher. AHH!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6680703-111799181150341651?l=cozy-rocket.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cozy-rocket.blogspot.com/feeds/111799181150341651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6680703&amp;postID=111799181150341651&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680703/posts/default/111799181150341651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680703/posts/default/111799181150341651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cozy-rocket.blogspot.com/2005/06/get-out-of-this-place-while-we-still.html' title=''/><author><name>stefanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06977864757237035515</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-6680703.post-111763995814095723</id><published>2005-06-01T22:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-02T23:01:48.306+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;reverting to geekdom&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;before i start on this post, i just ate this really sour peach that i promptly threw in the dustbin in the pink toilet in my house, so the lizard that frequents that place will have a bite and suffer the same fate!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, this morning, i regretfully discovered that the soap that i've been using in my mom's bathroom smells really bad. like fa- old-man-post-meal-with-beans-fart. all this while i've thought it was my neighbour shitting a window away, or on occasions, myself, but i was sniffing the soap just now and OMG. who the heck sells soap that smells like fart? who buys soap that smells like fart? my mother that's who. stupid john little 2 for $9.90 anakku soap. smell like a baby, my foot! (oh wait, babies tend to generally stink don't they? unless they're freshly bathed)so now i'm using The Body Shop's Tea Tree Soap. much better than Anakku, thank you very much. also, helps clear bacne.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you would think that a soap called anakku would smell more galactic or something. like buy Annaku soap, comes in 5 different smells (i would want Chewbacca eau de toilette please).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i went to watch star wars again today. first time for my younger brother and father (who start sleeping halfway. very WTF!) so there was this little girl near me who started crying when palpatine turne fugly. ok, i agree that that scene was really freaky, but the girl started whimpering "i want to go home" for a good 15 minutes. and her parents didn't bring her out of the theatre. er. hello, movie watcher here? some people actually come to watch movies on a wednesday afternoon to WATCH THE MOVIE. stupid irresponsible parents. i had half a mind to shout at her. and there was another kid in my row who had a bladder the size of a peanut, because every 35 minutes i had to shuffle and move my knees around so he could go relieve himself. er, can please use bottle anot? i promise i won't laugh. i didn't know kids had so low self control.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;another complaint : i know that the movie's been out for almost 2 weeks now, but the people in the theatre today were SO DEAD. and they laughed at yoda! i almost bit their heads off. i was almost clapping when he climbed onto Chewie's back and everyone was just.. er, yeah, big hairy creature. Also, i let out the requisite "woot!!!" when &lt;a href="http://lucasfilm.com/"&gt;LUCASFILM&lt;/a&gt; appeared, and the whole theatre was silent. like, seriously, dead silent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stupid non-fans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i saw the tiny MILLENIUM FALCON!! ee, my heart fluttered there. and is it wrong to say i was gleefully looking forward to the three-limbs-hacked-off move?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my 2 brothers have been playing Lego Star Wars on xbox incessantly the past few days. damn, that lego obi wan looks so cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by TinyPic.com" src="http://tinypic.com/5l8kkp" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;random fact : i have this really ratty old nightie that i REFUSE to get rid off. it's white/black, almost see through by now, has holes all over the shoulder area, yet i MUST wear it once a week. now keeping it safely someplace because my mother wants me to throw it away. she said, "i can give you mroe decent cotton pants to wear instead! very cooling &lt;em&gt;wan&lt;/em&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;::headdesk::&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just spent $15 on a stupid screen cover for my iPod. i wish i could pull a gravitational trick so that dust would not be attracted to it at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i.do.not.want.to.go.to.school.tomorrow. i might have nightmares after that of my &lt;strike&gt;ugly&lt;/strike&gt; different-looking physics teacher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my....$15....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. i downloaded about a hundred songs today. very exciting huh? now, go listen to this band called ENATION. ::sigh:: if you can find them, nyah!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6680703-111763995814095723?l=cozy-rocket.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cozy-rocket.blogspot.com/feeds/111763995814095723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6680703&amp;postID=111763995814095723&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680703/posts/default/111763995814095723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680703/posts/default/111763995814095723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cozy-rocket.blogspot.com/2005/06/reverting-to-geekdom-before-i-start-on.html' title=''/><author><name>stefanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06977864757237035515</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-6680703.post-111746990105034497</id><published>2005-05-31T00:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-31T00:23:35.726+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;don't say i never gave you anything&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just received the lamest assignment for english.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;your school is very much involved in discussing the idea of having a mascot.The students cannot decide finally whether to have a cat or dog, so the pupils have been asked to vote.Your form has drawn up a list of advantages and disadvantages of CAT and DOG.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first of all : WTF? and i'm supposed to be writing an info report on this one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;second of all : a CAT for a MASCOT? what happened to normal schools that had nerds dressed up as ravens and chipmunks?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;third : why would i want to write a PAMPHLET arguing for EITHER cat or dog as a school mascot and circulating it in school? i'd be embarrassed just to write it, let alone publish it. i'm sorry, but i don't want my first foray into journalism to be about cats and dogs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fourthly : they give the most inane reasons for each side. a cat is "capable of disappearing", a dog "needs washing and owner may need a pooper scooper"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, snot just came out of my nose there,because POOPER SCOOPER?! what is this, wisteria lane? mister Frederick Parris, author of &lt;i&gt;functional writing&lt;/i&gt; we don't use "pooper scoopers". we use those yellow plastic bags that they used to provide at public parks until they realised ppl like me were taking them for amusement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i just realised something insanely cool. to me at least. the neighbour's wireless account that i thought i was leaking from?not very neighbourly. instead, it's the freaking PRIMARY SCHOOL behind my backyard, which is actually QUITE FAR AWAY. so the fact i'm actually getting a signal is quite amazing.how did i find out about this? i wanted to see the pictures that Paris Hilton took on her phone and i got the message "this page is not allowed by the ministry of education".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what was it? nude shots of her? oh wait, it's paris, sure it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i've been downloading a crazy amount of songs and VIDEOS through this wireless network so it's on the school's account which translates to "nyah nyah nyah". now who's gonna get in trouble?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gah, my chinese O levels are OVER. except that fact hasn't really sunk in. i'm still ala Buffy after graduation - fire bad, tree pretty. can't process anything really well.for anyone who's asking, the paper SUCKED. i studied like hell, got numerous panic attacks, stressed over countless idioms and phrases and NONE of them came out. NOT ONE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so there was i, wishing there wouldn't be any &lt;i&gt;cheng yus&lt;/i&gt; in the paper, then thinking of course there would be, then going to study them AND nothing else, and in the end don't have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dramatic irony, no? i am &lt;i&gt;very&lt;/i&gt; pissed off. AND that's why it hasn't sunk in yet, i'm still staring at chinese subtitles during shows. this is very wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;speaking of shows, the new Peugeot ad is brilliant. frankly, i don't understand how a lame ad like that SKii miracle water thing can come out TOP in a survey for best ads and Peugeot gets nothing. seriously, car companies come up with awesome ads.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For example...&lt;br /&gt;the newest Peugeot ad that features every other car on the road hiding in shame. ROTFLMAO at the woman who smashed the light above her car in the carpark. people should watch desperate housewives just to see this ad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that mercedes ad about living life backwards, starting with you being the boss, etc. great stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the chevrolet ad with the bball players becoming midgets thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, so car advertisements are great, but here i shall name 3 of the most disturbing ads. EVER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. the High Low milk ad for the Banana Milk. Accompanied by a jingle that goes "it's a sunny yellow banana day ... etc..." and features a closeup of a bunch of bananas, then pans out to a COW WITH THAT BUNCH OF BANANAS ON HEAD DANCING. a very weird mental image that has been on my mind since. horrors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Afore-mentioned SK2 : Miracle Water ad. features this rabit lookalike of an actress (from taiwan i presume) who goes like "doin doing" (insert bouncy rubbly noise) and expresses effusiveness on her cheeks. save us the agony, i wouldn't want to look like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. the Fed Ex, we live to deliver ad, yeah, you know the one, it's been playing incessantly since last year. the one with that &lt;i&gt;kay-kiang&lt;/i&gt; delivery boy who does &lt;i&gt;un&lt;/i&gt;believable stunts that make up a woman gasp when it's finally delivered. wait, that sentence didn't end where it started, don't think dirty y'all. you know which add, the one with "dun dun DUN" at the end!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, i had to add in another one. a really tragic slimming ad, the one with that plus sized malay woman going "i used to be 75 kg and i was so depressed. my boyfriend called me a bouncer!" my heart went out to her for like 1 second, and then i started laughing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss the updates on &lt;a href="http://ravens23.blogspot.com"&gt;http://ravens23.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6680703-111746990105034497?l=cozy-rocket.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cozy-rocket.blogspot.com/feeds/111746990105034497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6680703&amp;postID=111746990105034497&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680703/posts/default/111746990105034497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680703/posts/default/111746990105034497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cozy-rocket.blogspot.com/2005/05/dont-say-i-never-gave-you-anything-i.html' title=''/><author><name>stefanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06977864757237035515</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-6680703.post-111710163182970971</id><published>2005-05-26T16:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-31T00:27:44.736+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;Well I never lived the dreams of the prom kings and the drama queens&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, i haven't posted in a while, i am totally preoccupied with my iPod. photo, i may add. my funds are running really low now because of all the spending. but it looks so pretty, with pics of Nathan and Hayden and erm, myself, plastered all over it. and tyler sounds incredibly hot on it, so, it's worth it! and my parents didn't pay a single cent, mind you, it's all mine. so she'll never get to take it away. i still have to spend another hundred on a cover AND a USB 2.0 port so i can load the pod with the indie music from my com, because now it's only full of my brother's stuff which is mostly just... emo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think this spending extravagantly is called "she chi" in chinese. oh yes, i HAVE been studying, not very well though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, so i was hanging out in my backyard yesterday and looking at my younger brother's whiteboard. it's like his public diary or something. anyway, it has ALL his friend's names and numbers written there and i realised he has friends with really weird names. those that stand out are Linus, Harvest and Carvell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;er, ok. who the heck would name their kid Linus? it's so computer-geekish type. and Harvest? &lt;i&gt;i think somebody's parents watch too much discovery channel already&lt;/i&gt; and last but not least, Carvell, a luxury food gone wrong. what the heck were their mother's on during childbirth? did their doctors forget to give them epidural or whatever and they were so crazy they had to give their innocent kids such hideous monikers?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but actually, i'd love some of whatever they were on during my chinese Os next week. maybe it'll help me come up with some crap to write down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;speaking of names though, i realised what my name sounds like! it's so groupie-ish. very &lt;em&gt;Almost Famous. &lt;/em&gt;something like "hi, i love having sex with rock stars. btw (drawls out drunkenly) i'm.... stefanie." EW. dad and mom, you SO made the wrong choice!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sniff, i have no idea what i'll be doing the next few months without One Tree Hill. Season 2 totally ended on a bad note for Nathan and Haley. while OC though, season 2 was a complete waste of 22 hours, excluding Seth'ss funny moments. now all i'm looking forward to watching is Desperate Housewives, because it's the only show i haven't downloaded yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok they're doing that fogging mosquito thing in the school behind so i'm going to go somewhere else where i don't feel so intoxicated. later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, had to come back and recount another lizard event. there have been 4 lizards around my room lately. why the sudden influx, you may ask? i am too, because i detest them. they have glowey, squishy looking bodies that frankly, turn me into a girly-girl screaming for help. seriously, i stared at one that was outside my room for about 10 minutes, willing it to go away. i guess i'm afraid that when i turn away, i won't see it when it comes to "attack me" gah! i hate lizards. and i hate the way their tails still continue to move and jump around like one of those squiggle pens even though it's been cut off. dude, you don't see OUR eyes still open if we're beheaded right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've officially appointed shane my lizard killer. he even killed one naked that day because i screamed while he was in the bathroom.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6680703-111710163182970971?l=cozy-rocket.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cozy-rocket.blogspot.com/feeds/111710163182970971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6680703&amp;postID=111710163182970971&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680703/posts/default/111710163182970971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680703/posts/default/111710163182970971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cozy-rocket.blogspot.com/2005/05/well-i-never-lived-dreams-of-prom.html' title=''/><author><name>stefanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06977864757237035515</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-6680703.post-111668834888058863</id><published>2005-05-21T23:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-21T23:49:02.993+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;ok, fine, i admit it, hayden's hot&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know what, hayden is hot after all. he doesn't look fat here. but really, take a look at the cover of Teen People, he looks like he has serious water retention there. you would think that the kind people at TP would choose a nice headshot of him but no....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v211/fifiwee/wow.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, so yesterday was the walk-a-jog thing. first of all, what kind of stupid name is that? do they want us to walk what is supposed to be a jog? or walk and jog at the same time? OR... ahh, whatever. that's beside the point. which is that this thing is dumb. because why exert energy on physical activity when the money is already raised already? not that i don't have a heart or anything, but charity nowadays is so lame. again, there's no passion. need some money? walkathon lor. need more money? marathon lor. need whole lotta cash? nkf show lor. also, i don't see the big deal in all those stunts and stuff. my mother was like wah wah! and then she picked up and called the hotline after seeing them do some really lame stunt. er, that $50 could have benefited me more, because NKF is so full of bull. i heard they don't even use 50% of their money for the patients. more like 20%. oh, where was i?right... walk-a-jog thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was quite amazed that i was like the 50th mass runner in my school to come in. gasp! and i was walking and listening to music the whole time. it was lame though, my team didn't win. booo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that i went to janice's house to have a dvd marathon. remind me again that my chinese O's are next week, cause they sure as hell don't feel like they're anytime soon. and please warn me never again to drink a whole carton of yoghurt drink. really bad stomach upset. i was just guzzling it like crazy, i think i had a yoghurt hangover this morning. really bleah feeling there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i watched saved the movie, which was actually quite funny. and THEN, dun dun DUN!!, we watched the OC dvd that jan got from amazon. i have officially fallen in love with josh schwartz, the handsome, hot, hilarious (look ma! alliteration!) creator of OC. seriously, that dude is wicked. i was LMAO at his "this scene was editing post-janot-jackson-boob-wardrobe-malfunction" and then cut to Seth/Summer sex scene with bunnys and clothes flying all over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah, and i decided to get iPod Photo. this was only after i found a lot of pretty pictures of NH on the net that deserve to be displayed on an iPod. gah, i can't wait!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and james and hilarie burton were on TRL. damn, he was HOT, with his new buzz cut. and he said he'd use duct tape if his tux ripped into half on prom night. bless his little heart, he'd look way better naked. ya hear that, gutter girls?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, and it's 11pm now and my aim was to "start studying chinese at 7.30pm". damn. you guys better wish me good luck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok i just found out that imogen heap is the anagarm of i Megaphone. cool.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6680703-111668834888058863?l=cozy-rocket.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cozy-rocket.blogspot.com/feeds/111668834888058863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6680703&amp;postID=111668834888058863&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680703/posts/default/111668834888058863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680703/posts/default/111668834888058863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cozy-rocket.blogspot.com/2005/05/ok-fine-i-admit-it-haydens-hot-you.html' title=''/><author><name>stefanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06977864757237035515</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-6680703.post-111650688671579323</id><published>2005-05-19T19:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-19T20:48:06.756+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;an ode to hayden christensen&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;even though janice and siewling say that&lt;br /&gt;you are smoking hot&lt;br /&gt;with your pecs and sweaty abs&lt;br /&gt;when you wake up from your nightmare&lt;br /&gt;i still think you look fat&lt;br /&gt;on the cover of teen people&lt;br /&gt;and your wooden acting&lt;br /&gt;fails to convince me that&lt;br /&gt;Anakin loves Padme&lt;br /&gt;i think you looked hotter in your Darth Vader suit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha, i'm sorry janice, but james is still the hotness king in my book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm sorry i haven't posted lately. rather busy the last two days. instead of going over it chronologically, i'll do it in rewind. first i have to get this out of my system : star wars. from the moment anakin started to force choke padme i was crying all the way to the end. i know, i'm so pathetic. it was depressing knowing that'd be no more star wars movies after this one. remind me never again to watch any movie at junction 8 because the crowd there is just DEAD. or they're mostly children. sean went to watch it at great world city and there were people who dressed up, brought lightsabres and cheered. i was cheering when lucasfilm came out and other people joined too but it lasted for all of 5 seconds. George deserves way better than that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just need to watch it again. the space battles, the countless (actually the six) lightsaber duels, obi wan (ewan mcgregor looking extremely sexy for a married guy) etc. who cares if the love scene was so unconvincing i choked?i love it. all of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;although i must have spent the whole movie whispering to Hester and explaining to her about the history and cult phenomenon that is Star Wars. needless to say, Hester, Janice and Ling walked out fans, although Ling and Jan mostly because Hayden's bod deceived them. dudes. he's playing a mind trick on you, snap outta it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;another movie i watched was House of Wax on Tuesday. ok, i understand the NC-16 rating and i'll never sneak in again (although after 2 months it won't matter anymore) it was horribly gory and graphic. thankfully years of watching buffy didn't make the scenes that bad, or maybe because i was covering my ears half the time. and ok, i admit it, Chad looked HOT here. he wasn't even squinting! and the best part of this movie? watching paris hilton die. i'm still wondering why her latest squeeze is called paris too. knowing her, she's gonna end up with another porn vid, called one night in paris squared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got back my english and chinese marks that day, basically they SUCK. i'm probably going to be suffering from chinese mock exams this whole week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am majorly pissed with my father right now. i don't see what thing he has against the iPod. my itunes is bursting with great songs now but i don't have anywhere to put them. i hate parents sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, here i am, browsing the post secret's website and listening to Like A Man Possessed, and the rain outside is just giving me the most melancholic mood ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;urgh, i wish i had really cool hippie flower children for parents who are like star wars fans. then maybe i'd be called leia and sean be luke. but no.... and for anyone who blocked my so called Star Wars squeeling up there, i got a non-spoilerish review for you here:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damn, i was completely inherent. it's the best out of the NEW trilogy, can't say it knocked out the original trilogy though. i loved it, damn, that feeling when it ended. wow. an excellent movie, deserves way more than 3 and a half pathetic stars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think this post was so out of it. wooh. i shall talk more later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6680703-111650688671579323?l=cozy-rocket.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cozy-rocket.blogspot.com/feeds/111650688671579323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6680703&amp;postID=111650688671579323&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680703/posts/default/111650688671579323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680703/posts/default/111650688671579323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cozy-rocket.blogspot.com/2005/05/ode-to-hayden-christensen-even-though.html' title=''/><author><name>stefanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06977864757237035515</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-6680703.post-111605893892961913</id><published>2005-05-14T15:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-14T22:11:50.496+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;the key to lying is to remain vague&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;in the spirit of things, let's start this off with old school star wars... (or post-old school meets modern technology star wars)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v211/fifiwee/star_wars_rock.jpg" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;ok, i think somebody should at least tell my dad that we're in the new millenium. he still thinks that online-purchasing is unsafe. ok, e bay is a testament to the unsafe thing, but my order from amazon came out fine when i ordered it months ago didn't it?. now he won't let me order $25 worth of tickets to the Star Wars preview on wednesday online. i was trying to play the -be-good-to-your-only-daughter-one-is-all-you-get ploy on him, but obviously, that ain't working for him. i'm getting antsy. i'm going to wait till he comes back and offer a massage or something. i just want my tickets!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;speaking of star wars though, shout out to my older brother for getting my com back in the act. it's finally working! whopee, i spent hours importing music from my CDs into iTunes.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;so exams are almost over, except chinese O levels comes after that. i totally screwed up both my A-maths and Chinese papers. i just came out totally unconfident. either i was not in my element that day, or i really suck at both subjects. i think it was both. DAMN. although friday's exams were comparitively a relief. i mean, janice, turaiya and i were trying to educate hester on man asses right before the exam. Turaiya's description of an ass - "for a man without an ass, there's nothing sticking out. For an ass, there's this &lt;i&gt;thang&lt;/i&gt; you know?" &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;and before i could remind my friend that she isn't black and shouldn't be using words like thang, my mind drifted off into my james-lafferty-is-hot mode. just look at this, Janice. he's better than Ben any given day!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v211/fifiwee/217-072.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;oh yes, and i am still deluding myself that hester does like james. c'mon hes, i can see you caving in already. just give in to being a gutter girl, join the fun. and if that picture there isn't enough to sway you, i have more. and i'm sorry it's so small, i didn't want to kill anyone.&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v211/fifiwee/eyebrows.gif" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;ok i can't wait for star wars! i want the MnMs with them, the Burger King meal with them, any thing! merchandise will ultimately lead me to my death though. but i really want to dress up when i go watch it, like tie two gigantic buns on my head ala queen amidala. except first of all, i don't have much hair to tie. maybe i'll get hester to do that, then i'll go dress as C3PO. that'd be wicked.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;there are insects buzzing all over my room today. have i ever mentioned here how i kill those pesky little things. Mortine doesn't work for me anymore, the best thing to do is to have tiny little containers at your disposal (film canisters work best for spiders) when those things are crawling around, BAM your container is over them. you shake you container against the wall so they get really dizzy then rush to the toilet (with your hand over the opening) and drown it. total double whammy. and if anybody from PETA reads this, they're just annoying insects. i'll use my good deed today (giving a saucer of milk to the kitten crawling around my backyard) as my redemption for killing all those creepy crawlies the past years. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;about creepy crawlies, there was this GIGANTIC LIZARD in the toilet last night. basically, i freaked. anyway, i found this old origami book that i used to be obsessed over like 10 years ago. i'd spend every waking hour making cranes and such. i spent an hour yesterday olding pretty boxes. also, after watching brooke (in OTH) put together a crazy amount of shredded paper, i have decided i want a shredder. i'll get shane to shred some papers i don't know about and i'll have fun for days! i'm so amused by these two things, you have no idea.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i was having tuition just now and decided i wanted to temp as a tutor next time. seriously, my tutor is such a slacker. i was just walking around my room while she was here, and in that 90 minutes she earned a lot. tres easy job.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;ok, and right now, i'm supposed to be knee deep in formulas and logarithms but WHO CARES? STAR WARS IS HERE!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6680703-111605893892961913?l=cozy-rocket.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cozy-rocket.blogspot.com/feeds/111605893892961913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6680703&amp;postID=111605893892961913&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680703/posts/default/111605893892961913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680703/posts/default/111605893892961913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cozy-rocket.blogspot.com/2005/05/key-to-lying-is-to-remain-vague-in.html' title=''/><author><name>stefanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06977864757237035515</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-6680703.post-111563753543502067</id><published>2005-05-09T19:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-09T19:51:18.080+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;picture perfect moon she'll give me...&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;thoughts while online&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;i have no f-ing idea why i'm online. isn't both Maths and Social Studies tomorrow? &lt;br /&gt;..goes back to algebra&lt;br /&gt;30 seconds later... oh right... fanforum. and sadly, watching downloads progress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;90 seconds later... E maths sucks...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 minutes later... Screw it, i'm gonna watch me some N/H.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how pathetic is that?and i've been doing that practically everyday! i go online and it's like hi me, myself, and i, because nobody else in my school is online. all are goody people with only results on their minds, it's saddening. today's paper was literature and english, gosh, hope i didn't screw it up. i was totally stuck at vocab though. how the heck do you describe "pulse" in "pulsed with the news of...". i was like... WTF? in the end i put down "throbbed excitedly" which sounds horribly horny. though i wasn't at that point of time, i was thinking more of the migraine i was having. AND janice just told me it was "buzzed". see how ****ed i am now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;throbbed excitedly. sheesh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and my stomach was growling incessantly and extremely loudly during both papers, they sounded like farts. yu jun must have thought i was really gassy. but we have moved down to the lousy hall we have to take our papers now. i'm right at the back of the hall, which is really intimidating because there's this whole sea of silence and bowed heads in front.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do you smell that? it's called stress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and my bed collapsed yesterday. mind you, it wasn't me. my dad was trying to wake me up for church and he sat down on my bed and it immediately went down.. ok, is it that lousy OR is my dad that heavy? i had to sleep on the safe side of the bed last night just in case it collapsed again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh! and this SAF musical ensemble came to our school today. they make me want to pick up my violin to play again. it's somewhere collecting dust, cuz i abandoned it 2 months ago.&lt;br /&gt;i feel so liberated knowing that my violin teacher isn't here to scold me for not practising. HAH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i got my new handphone. it's rather lousy compared to my k700i but i'm just happy that i have one. the first thing i did was erase all those horribly distasteful polyphonic ringtones they give, then i IR-ed a couple of songs, including Ryan Adams and Madison Rose. also, it's full of OTH icons and pics now. so everyone, i have lost your number due to the loss of my old phone, so just sms your number to my number ok? it's the same one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm going to go listen to some songs on my itunes (Like a Man Possessed by tGUKs) and do some... studying!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6680703-111563753543502067?l=cozy-rocket.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cozy-rocket.blogspot.com/feeds/111563753543502067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6680703&amp;postID=111563753543502067&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680703/posts/default/111563753543502067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680703/posts/default/111563753543502067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cozy-rocket.blogspot.com/2005/05/picture-perfect-moon-shell-give-me.html' title=''/><author><name>stefanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06977864757237035515</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-6680703.post-111547810728011032</id><published>2005-05-07T23:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-07T23:01:47.286+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>three words : damn i-weekly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6680703-111547810728011032?l=cozy-rocket.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cozy-rocket.blogspot.com/feeds/111547810728011032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6680703&amp;postID=111547810728011032&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680703/posts/default/111547810728011032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680703/posts/default/111547810728011032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cozy-rocket.blogspot.com/2005/05/three-words-damn-i-weekly.html' title=''/><author><name>stefanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06977864757237035515</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-6680703.post-111530173393233995</id><published>2005-05-05T20:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-05T22:49:33.506+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;most people never find love... in the shadowlands&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay.. i haven't posted for quite a while. going to give a quick five by five before Joey starts. attended kevin and michelle's wedding that day. weddings are so pretty and stuff, and i loved the flowers. but i wanted them to read their own vows and stuff instead of the usual "in sickness and in health, etc". ohk, so maybe i was thinking about another wedding scene altogether... but yeah, weddings are beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://tinypic.com/4uzxjc" alt="Image hosted by TinyPic.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;although, considering the hassle that people have to go through (ie. wedding dinner, long lost relatives, spending money, tea ceremony) everyone should just elope. just don't do a vegas wedding because that is so cheesy. you know what's nice? i think jan and hester know what i'm dreaming about. anyway, if ppl elope, that'd save a ton of money, which can be spent on the honeymoon instead. tourism industry is boosted everywhere, and everyone lives happily ever after.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, maybe not. am i totally out of track here? try to get me out of my dream bubble land now.. jan has been having a hard time trying to get me out of my guttery stage. sorry hun, not gonna happen, especially when james' is driving racecars around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;speaking of honeymoons and stuff though, i started screaming at my mom the minute i saw the add for the tangalooma (or something) wild dolphin resort in the newspaper! MAN! then i realised it was for during june. damn you, cambridge!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my brain is totally incapacitated right now due to too many hours online and doing work. more online though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, and did i say anywhere here that i was planning to watch Joey? ok, it's 9.35pm and i'm still posting. although i may have to stop now and then, or only post few and far between because of exams. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I FORGOT TO MENTION : my mother's com has died on me. let's see... 30 hours of videos (oth, oc, lost, dp, csi), and countless indie songs. damn unreliabilty. i need to get a com of my own. but i quickly moved on to my daddy's lousy laptop. not too shabby, still managed to d/l eps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;about Lost though, i watched it and all i gotta say is &lt;b&gt;mommy&lt;/b&gt;. it's uber jurassic park, a movie i was traumatised by when young.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and today was my chinese oral. basically, in a few words : it sucked, i screwed up, i'm still here. although i STILL think it's completely useless though. by the way, before i forget to mention, today's the 05-05-05. i find this extremely amusing. apparently, many couples too, and i bet many are getting married too. must be those forgetful people called men who choose to get marriede on such a date.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and before i leave, i would just like to express my opinions on emotions. i cannot stand people who are completely stoic (unless they come in the form of Oz). this is what they're like:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TEACHER : girls, we have a pop quiz today&lt;br /&gt;ME : WTF! WTH! why are teachers so (fill in creative words here)! etc...&lt;br /&gt;EMOTIONLESS PEOPLE: hmph. OR silence, depending whether you digged your ears today.&lt;br /&gt;TEACHER : girls, you have extra lesson today.&lt;br /&gt;ME : WHAT!? why are they always making us stay back, they know we need .... etc ...&lt;br /&gt;EMOTIONLESS PEOPLE : grunts, snorts, moves head, and does anything except talk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, so maybe getting so emo at everything is a little over the top but these people make me want to scream more. do they not feel anything? emotions are total assets. they help me along. so just watching these people not do anything are making me wonder, am i schooling with a group of robots? hmmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm loving the get up kid's &lt;b&gt;Like A Man Possessed&lt;/b&gt; right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ETA : my mom's screaming at me to watch OC now. i don't think she understands that i download and have watched the ep 5 months ago.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6680703-111530173393233995?l=cozy-rocket.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cozy-rocket.blogspot.com/feeds/111530173393233995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6680703&amp;postID=111530173393233995&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680703/posts/default/111530173393233995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680703/posts/default/111530173393233995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cozy-rocket.blogspot.com/2005/05/most-people-never-find-love.html' title=''/><author><name>stefanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06977864757237035515</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-6680703.post-111485213839133450</id><published>2005-04-30T15:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-30T19:33:21.630+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;and it'd be a shame to make believe&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm pretty pissed off today. but to start off on a good note, i'm going to do a Brooke here and make my elevator list. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;The list of people you?re allowed to have sex with if you?re ever stuck in an elevator with them-Brooke Davis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And by the way, if my mentor sees this, i don't &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;really&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; mean it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. James Lafferty &lt;a href="http://nathan.allstarz.org"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; (note my rambles)&lt;br /&gt;2. Bryan Greenberg &lt;a href="http://bryan-greenberg.com/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Eric Szmanda &lt;a href="http://dark-places.co.uk/eric/index1.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; (i finally spelt his name right!)&lt;br /&gt;4. Tyler hilton&lt;a href="http://tylerhilton.com/tyler/"&gt; here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, and you may notice that CMM wasn't included. this is mainly because he squints too much, but i don't go for married men.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am so bored today, that it doesn't even seem like mid years and my chinese O levels are in a month. i have spent the WHOLE DAY online, i feel like such a sinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got a total blast from the past yesterday and thursday. i skipped CCA (evily cackles) so went to the nearby mcdonalds (yes, i've been there practically every day this week!) with my secondary 2 buddies! gawd, i never knew i missed them so much. it was really fun just sitting there and laughing how silly we were 2 years ago. the stupid head shot photo from the funfair was a special mention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;another thing : i realised i was such a nerd back then. i was crazy for the babysitters club! and.. the actress for Kristy in the movie is going to appear in One Tree Hill. as nathan's cousin no less. i seriously cracked up when i read that, not the cousin thing, but the reminder that i was such a geek. i practically had every book in the series (ie. 150 and more) AND when i didn't have it and someone else did, i'd get so jealous. man, i must have wasted hundreds on those books.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;janice and hester came to my house yesterday and hes got away with so many of my magazines. crazy girl. and after that we wanted to play with the red wagon again. except we wanted to upgrade from flat land to slope. so i sat on it along with a hundred other books and crap and down we went, only to have the wagon tumble to the side and me roll out, ending up with horrible bruises! so ugly now. it was really fun though. i could not stop laughing after that, and the funny thing was that as we were walking back to my house for me to get cleaned up, a boy cycling nearby fell of his bike too. hello, accident zone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm still bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i am PISSED OFF right now. i was totally doing some major online screaming to janice just now, sorry girl. this is because of all the horrors - rachael yamagata has gone mainstream. first it was those articles in Life and 8 days. janice called me saying her CD was in Music Junction (ohmygod.) for only $18.90. first of all, WTF? i can remember myself shelling out $30 for that. and second of all, music junction??! i am going to start whining, that place practically shouts mungen alert.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'd like to wallow by myself right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to top the day off, Gavin Degraw just released his second album here... i am not going to start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;grr. how to concentrate on exams when something like that happened? my compo on tuesday is probably going to be filled with horrible images of murdering the people at RCA for making me pay so much and releasing it to the clutches of sylvester-sim-groupies. keep away, you little *****.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HELP!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edited to Add : ok, i just went to watch One tree hill's 201 just because i felt like listening to trespasser's william's lie in the sound. once again, sigh.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6680703-111485213839133450?l=cozy-rocket.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cozy-rocket.blogspot.com/feeds/111485213839133450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6680703&amp;postID=111485213839133450&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680703/posts/default/111485213839133450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680703/posts/default/111485213839133450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cozy-rocket.blogspot.com/2005/04/and-itd-be-shame-to-make-believe-im.html' title=''/><author><name>stefanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06977864757237035515</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-6680703.post-111460711488046036</id><published>2005-04-27T20:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-27T21:05:14.883+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"Everything you ever touched, the fingerprints like&lt;br /&gt;Crime scene evidence undisturbed in dust&lt;br /&gt;I don't dare touch anything of yours,&lt;br /&gt;Because it's evidence of us" - Ryan Adams, Now that You're Gone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, siewling, i have no idea why you have such a big &lt;strong&gt;crush &lt;/strong&gt;on my poor unsuspecting dad. and for the record, i have no idea how he resembles george clooney. with the bushy eyebrows, and weird oily hair, he's borderlining on Peter Gallagher. oh, and he just came in and did this weird dance thing to fountain of wayne's All Kinds Of Time, which btw, is an old song, so i have no idea where his imaginary fast beat thing is coming from.   and there was this old cabbaeg patch kids doll lying around the house with her &lt;strong&gt;skirt up. &lt;/strong&gt;sheesh, i told my dad that my younger brother raped the poor doll and my dad asked me whether he had been using her for English. i was like WHAT? where did that come from? it's &lt;strong&gt;Biology &lt;/strong&gt;dad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, you guys are jealous that i got push up bras huh? once again, they're only &lt;strong&gt;5 bucks&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hester came over after school today in the purpose of working on our RMUN project. more on that later, because before that we went to mickey dees and there was this uber creepy woman there. i need a picture of her to prove her creepiness. i could not staring! and before i start rambling again about how weird she looked, i shall move on the RMUN. did i mention she's really creepy though?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so hester and i are feeling really stupid now, because we joined the stupid raffles JC model UN conference thing. i might cry soon. what the heck is a policy statement anyway? and panama is a hard country to work on. &lt;strong&gt;floods&lt;/strong&gt;? epidemics? all i have to say is, if you ain't the real thing (ie. UN) don't try raffles. so far the policy statement goes like this : Panama believes that the people in Raffles Junior College History and Strategic Affairs Society should act their age and get into real things. not history and politics. because i don't understand a damn&lt;strong&gt; thing about politics&lt;/strong&gt;, so neither should you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so we ended up watching one tree hill episodes (hes: you hate haley already?) and then we walked out to the busstop pulling a &lt;strong&gt;red wagon&lt;/strong&gt;. my childhood toy. i absolutely loved that thing. so we weer pulling each other in the wagon , although my lack of arm power made me pull hester for all of 30 seconds. i was practically whistling and skipping while pulling it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;speaking of my childhood, i'd like to tell you the sad story of my bird &lt;strong&gt;Sam. &lt;/strong&gt;yes, i was insanely jealous when my brother got to name our dog MIG, so i begged my parents to buy another pet for me to name. they ended up buying a bird to cease my complaints and needless to say, i couldn't think of a name and ended up naming it Sam. heck, i even remember writing about sam in one of my primary 2 compos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;needless to say, Sam &lt;strong&gt;flew away&lt;/strong&gt; and now i hate birds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am so drained today. the lack of sleep is finally catching up with me, jus when i thought i could dodge it. fell asleep during tuition today, like literally FALL ASLEEP. i was reading some compo thing and then my reading speed &lt;strong&gt;decreased&lt;/strong&gt; by 10 times, and i was asleep. my teacher poked me for about 15 mins trying to wake me up, to which i only did when my mother opened the door. automatic reaction : do not let mother find out i'm wasting her money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;about the latest OTH ep in US : i am disappointed. that's all i have to say.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6680703-111460711488046036?l=cozy-rocket.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cozy-rocket.blogspot.com/feeds/111460711488046036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6680703&amp;postID=111460711488046036&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680703/posts/default/111460711488046036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680703/posts/default/111460711488046036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cozy-rocket.blogspot.com/2005/04/everything-you-ever-touched.html' title=''/><author><name>stefanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06977864757237035515</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-6680703.post-111442327043729670</id><published>2005-04-25T18:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-25T18:01:10.440+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"Holy water cannot help you now&lt;br /&gt;Your mysterious eyes cannot help you&lt;br /&gt;Selling your reason will not bring you through&lt;br /&gt; The &lt;u&gt;desperate kingdom of love&lt;/u&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my dad bought bras for me from malaysia. before you start laughing, i'd just like to say this is a kind act on my daddy's part. hear that, mother? she never brings me shopping or buys me anything. problem is, the bras are extremely padded tres unnatural wearing it. like really really weird. this is because i think only A cuppers or less should be wearin padded bras, or they'll look really weird. the good thing though, since padded bras are really thick i can't feel anything if someone hits me across my chest!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how to you wind someone off an addiction? because at this rate, i'm pretty sure i'm gonna do horribly on my exams if i spend every second on fanforum. i have bad eyebags now because for the last 5 days i've been living in the US time zone, when everyone else is online.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my mother is having one of her PMS moods. argh. she dismantled the drumset, threw shane's electric guitar somewhere, stomped around the house for a while, and disabled my account's ability to download stuff! when my download's finishing! grr.... i'll have to continue it at my dad's office then! and she said these exact words to me : you should feel thankful that you can use the internet. erm, hello, just like every other person here, and also, i hate her magnanimous tone. like she's doing me such a great act. thanks for the love mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, i hear some doors slamming next door. guess the neighbour's wife (notorious aunty janice) is PMSing too. although sometimes it seems like she's menopausal because it's more than once a month. she an my mom shld go PMS together - i hate mood swings! i feel like running over to her gate and ask her to shut up but i'd probably chicken out halfway. she's that scary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; i find now that my little brother shane has been downloading a movie on my dad's com! i almost slapped him! does he want us to get caught? because that'll mean no more OTH season 2! yeah people, don't download movies, download one tree hill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; ok, i know this post kind of sucks. i kinda wasted my energy and endorphins jumping around in my dad's new lifejacket and blowing it's whistle like a crazy girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ETA : my new "wish you were here" icon in the main page is not a plug for that stupid show that actually makes me jealous (gasp!) of stupid local stars who get free trips to Oz and get to swim with dolphins. i can't believe someone thought i liked that show!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6680703-111442327043729670?l=cozy-rocket.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cozy-rocket.blogspot.com/feeds/111442327043729670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6680703&amp;postID=111442327043729670&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680703/posts/default/111442327043729670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680703/posts/default/111442327043729670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cozy-rocket.blogspot.com/2005/04/holy-water-cannot-help-you-now-your_25.html' title=''/><author><name>stefanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06977864757237035515</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-6680703.post-111416320486981479</id><published>2005-04-22T17:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-23T19:23:16.413+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;And i'll lie in the sound...what is love but whatever&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i woke up really dizzy today so i decided not to go to school. guess i'll have to take my chemistry test another day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so rachael yamagata's album was reviewed in today's Life. SLOW much? lol. and the reviewer compared her to Norah Jones. ok... i can see the jazz comparisons but RY is nothing like NJ. because i didn't fall asleep the 6th time i listened to RY. oh well, their issue, not mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i &lt;strong&gt;completely &lt;/strong&gt;forgot what i wanted tp blog about today. must be because i spent the whole day on fanforum, which resulted in an immediate bloodloss from all the happiness. so maybe i could just start my One Tree Hill rant? i loved the new ep, because i have to say that so i'll continue watching it. i loved the flashbacks - although i have half a mind to fly down to LA right now and demand mark schwahn (aka &lt;strong&gt;master mind&lt;/strong&gt; aka creator of OTH) to NOT BREAK UP NATHAN and HALEY! you got some splaining to do, mr schwahn! P.S. and the latest ep of OC disappointed me so. in a fwe words : zach's being an ass, death cab for cutie appeared for only a few moments, seth missed the show, and mischa barton can't act.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks for following my rambling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and &lt;strong&gt;hester, &lt;/strong&gt;i think i can be forgiven that my last post sounded (quote you) "horny". james can do that to a girl, lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my brother, sean, turned 17 yesterday. cheers brother. the weirdest present he got is a DARTH VADER action figure from my dad. it says on the box that it's for 4 years old and above. how ironic huh, he's supposed to be growing up at 17 and he gets a present for infants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;although me and him love it though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finally the week is over and i can get over these 3 feelings : drained, smashed and wrecked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;patty griffin's &lt;strong&gt;rowing song &lt;/strong&gt;has been stuck on my mind. go download it people. i uploaded it up for anyone &lt;a href="http://s13.yousendit.com/d.aspx?id=1MRXGE6GMXW3V0NC0TO4ZKPYUT"&gt;&lt;div&gt;i don't know how true is that anymore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6680703-111416320486981479?l=cozy-rocket.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cozy-rocket.blogspot.com/feeds/111416320486981479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6680703&amp;postID=111416320486981479&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680703/posts/default/111416320486981479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680703/posts/default/111416320486981479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cozy-rocket.blogspot.com/2005/04/and-ill-lie-in-sound.html' title=''/><author><name>stefanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06977864757237035515</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-6680703.post-111390389968365471</id><published>2005-04-19T16:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-19T17:52:03.153+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;Hiatus is over back to my regularly scheduled program..naked James&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v211/fifiwee/damnn.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;children and old women, cover thy eyes at the hotness!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, hello (!) taggers on my flooble board. thank you for finally posting something because it had looked like i was borderline schizophrenic for a while there, seeing that there were like 5 consecutive "Stef"s. yes, and i am throwing (imaginary) confetti all over the place in honour of chad and sophia's wedding. now, i may not like chad very much (both in real/reel life) because he is so teenybopper idol, and on the show he's been very much an ass lately, and the only thing he was good for was really thought provoking quotes and i still think he SQUINTS too much, but aww, they look so cute together. let's hope this hollywood marriage actually lasts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v211/fifiwee/cs3.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah well, and here am i, feeding on deliciously redundant yoghurt ( yes, people, yoghurt does actually taste good) and mosquitoes are feeding on me. ah, my mother has been repeatedly telling me to either wear long pants or start killing mosquitoes. first of all, long pants does nothing for my legs. those irritating mossies still manage to bite me AND i'll get sweaty legs. a complete lose-lost sitch. AND i tried killing mosquitoes for about well, 5 minutes, and then my eyes got really kooky and i started seeing weird things. oh, the sacrifices one must make for having AB+ blood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and speaking of my blood type, isn't it totally unfair that for this bloodtype, the food that we're not supposed to eat is &lt;strong&gt;chicken&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;corn&lt;/strong&gt;? stupid doctors that actually discovered that these are the two foods i'm not supposed to eat because two words : kill. joy. those are the two foods that make me a big fan of campbell's soup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weird facts aside, i'd just like to say proudly that i passed my 2.4km run for physical fitness test a.k.a NAPFA! ok, fitness people, you can go pfft (ie. big deal) now and leave. BUT seeing how i've only taken my NAPFA thrice my whole life and suffered through most of it, and cheating most of the time for 2.4km, this is a major accomplishment. i came back all rejoiceful and tralala and was all "i passed my 2.4" to my brother and he said "A?". erm, hello, do i look like a person with an A-face?or A body?i tell you who has an A-body -- James Lafferty. hello hotness. Bryan Greenberg too. but that's another story to be told when i'm not feeling so drained.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let's move on to music talk. tegan and sara is touring with the killers, T&amp;S as opening act. ah, the killers are getting so mainstream here. speaking of T&amp;amp;S, since i have both their debut and sophomore album, i am debating whether to get "So Jealous", though i have to shell out a hefty $50 for it. mindy and i were singing the who's "who are you" most of today, but since we are lyrically challenged, our version went like that - "ooo, oo oo. o o, o oo. ooo, oo oo. o o, oo. (mindy sings something indistinguishable here) who. who. who who. twang." and i checked it out and i went more like&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well who are you?Who are you?Who who, who who?I really wanna know&lt;br /&gt;Who are you?Who who, who who?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, so we were correct in the phonics sense.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6680703-111390389968365471?l=cozy-rocket.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cozy-rocket.blogspot.com/feeds/111390389968365471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6680703&amp;postID=111390389968365471&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680703/posts/default/111390389968365471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680703/posts/default/111390389968365471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cozy-rocket.blogspot.com/2005/04/hiatus-is-over-back-to-my-regularly.html' title=''/><author><name>stefanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06977864757237035515</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-6680703.post-111364200845179590</id><published>2005-04-16T16:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-16T17:00:08.453+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;now that you're gone&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've not been blogging lately, and self admittedly, i am getting quite bored with myself. anyway, i have fallen in love with a ryan adams song - Now that You're Gone. he's amazingly talented. too bad the song is only available on vinyl. but the nice people at &lt;strong&gt;fanforum &lt;/strong&gt;sent it on mp3 format to me! gotta love modern technology.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;"Everything you ever touched, the fingerprints like&lt;br /&gt;Crime scene evidence undisturbed in dust&lt;br /&gt;I don't dare touch anything of yours,&lt;br /&gt;Because it's evidence of us"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i have officially screwed up both my science practical exams. but i managed to get through the chemistry one without a need to light even one fire even though we needed to "test for gas". hah! cld identify which gas wld most likely be produced, and also, sneaked peeks around the lab.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;ok, so i came back from cell last night and was watching Twilight Zone. I'm sorry, i have a very low threshold for horror/scary stuff so just watching like 10 minutes of it freaked me out!there was this woman who was having bandages removed from her face.. supposed she had just went for reconstructive face surgery to make herself "pretty".. and the people who were helping her remove her bandages had their faces like in shadows so you couldn't see them.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;and suddenly when the bandage is taken off, there's a really pretty girl underneath but everyone around her is like screaming "STILL THE SAME" and she's like shouting "why am i so ugly?!"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;so i was like HUH?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;turns out everyone else is horribly disfigured, but since everybody is that way, hat ugliness is considered the norm, so this girl who's really pretty (in our eyes) is considered ugly there. freaky huh? how in the absence of beauty, beauty is ugliness? it's very psychological and philosophical, like my lit teacher was telling us that day that what &lt;strong&gt;YOU&lt;/strong&gt; perceive as red could not exactly be red, but you only call it red because that was what you were thought to learn. for example, i could be seeing a freaking ghost but call it a chair,because i was told it was a chair, so i'll be like chair chair right in its face and all of you would be running away shrieking.  or i see a book now but was taught it was a ghost, and since society's perception of ghosts = scary, i'd be scared of the book.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;ah, philosophy sure forces you to think. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;anyway, there's this lame person on my tagboard who posed at me and actually told me the wrong spelling of dermabrasion thinking her spelling was right. er hello, first of all, correct someone when you're actually right. secondly, what the hell is so fun posing as other people? is it to embarrassing to be yourself, or is it to ugly to face? and thirdly, BRUSH UP ON YOUR VOCAB!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6680703-111364200845179590?l=cozy-rocket.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cozy-rocket.blogspot.com/feeds/111364200845179590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6680703&amp;postID=111364200845179590&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680703/posts/default/111364200845179590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680703/posts/default/111364200845179590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cozy-rocket.blogspot.com/2005/04/now-that-youre-gone-ive-not-been.html' title=''/><author><name>stefanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06977864757237035515</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-6680703.post-111332087047513108</id><published>2005-04-12T23:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-12T23:47:50.476+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;Sometimes crazy's all right&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Our deepest fears is not that we are inadequate. Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure. It is our light not our darkness that most frightens us.&lt;/em&gt; - Mark Schwahn, producer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, the last entry was pretty much me babbling. and i was going to babble about the play i attended that day BUT i decided to complain first to get everything off my chest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday : i hated it. wholly. someone must have picked it to be do-something-to-stefanie and forgot to tell me. i hate that person. that person should be kicked in the shin, because yesterday was a horrible day to get through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i woke up with a horrible headache but still had to drag my ass to school because there was Mid Year Physics prac, which hey, i forgot to bring home my notes for SO obviously i didn't study for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not going to bore you people with something that made me feel bored. but let's just say i am so sick of teachers coming up every assembly time and talking about stuff like kindness week or al those stuff AND expect us to go to them for help, like, if we're suffering from any emotional problem or whatever.  because number 1, i sure as hell wouldn't want to read some lame pamphlets or talk to some clueless guidance counsellor on my life - because, they do not have any idea what the heck they're talking about. they're always holding lame long talks on our attitude, blahdy blah blah, and i'm like yeah, get on with the propoganda. i should film it ala raffles JC incident, post the video here and critique every single thing the person says.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;does it seem like i have too many qualms about singapore's education system? because in one word, it SUCKS and it is pissing.me.off. stupid teachers who think they know everything and that they can solve all your problems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so anyway, back to the very very bad day called MONDAY, my physics prac started and i had no idea how to do that stupid paper. i had to do some experiment on FORCES and string some weird contraption between 2 retort stands WHICH sadly, had to keep falling on my pressurised body. i had such a migraine. when mr low (aka evil-physics-teacher) walked past to check on us, i gave him the BIGGEST glare i could possibly muster, the glare that i hoped would kill people (you know, 'if looks could kill", etc). sadly, he didn't even cry. stupid ass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no wonder it didn't work on him, he's an alien, i forgot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND to top it all off, my nose was itchy the whole freaking day AND as always, i was unable to pinpoint the source of this extreme prick, so i had a perpetual is-there-something-on-my-nose face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, and mosquitoes are infesting my house, and my blood being the sweet, rare AB+, has attracted so many mossies that even my butt itches now, and no, that's not from NOT BATHING, that's from bathing too much, and the sweet smell of grapefruit attracting mentioned mosquitoes to my soaped up butt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gotta get my priorities right : mosquitos or bathing? ie. dengue fever or hygiene?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.4 km tomorrow. please people, be with me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6680703-111332087047513108?l=cozy-rocket.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cozy-rocket.blogspot.com/feeds/111332087047513108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6680703&amp;postID=111332087047513108&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680703/posts/default/111332087047513108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680703/posts/default/111332087047513108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cozy-rocket.blogspot.com/2005/04/sometimes-crazys-all-right-our-deepest.html' title=''/><author><name>stefanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06977864757237035515</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-6680703.post-111322795595444737</id><published>2005-04-11T21:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-11T21:59:15.956+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;this lonesome road&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;only a few more minutes till desperate housewives so i better type fast. haven't been updating because my mother thought it would be funny to change the internet password AND change my admin account on the com back to the puny limited one. damn it. and even though my constant whinings have moved her to put back the stupid password, my account is still pathetically at minion level SO i can't download stuff. lucky there's no new OTH ep or whatever. but i have this whole long list of songs that i need to download. whatev.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so since i've been gone, much has happened. but before i forget, shane was just asking me about his Pri 5 Science and they actually had sex ed in it. although singapore's sex ed only consists of identify and label the parts of the male/female reproductive system. my dear little brother was so delusioned he actually labelled the male's testes the "womb". guys out there, you would DIE if it really was there. and i was like totally explainingto him everything, but because i don't have any biology terms in my vocab, i told him "the sperm reacts with the egg". mucho oops. Biology majors, please correct me. SO anyway, i was thinking that the sex ed here is pathetic. all we get is some lame session by some weird person from usually a pad company like Kotex or Whisper, and in the end it's just some big marketing plot to get girls to buy their products. but first of all, Kotex and Whisper SUCK big time as a pad. they are unreliable, and sorry gus, don't be disturbed by the discussion of the beautiful idiosyncrasy we call our menstrual cycle. lol. AND they don't even teach us safe sex or anything. i read in ELLE girl that in other countries (ie. US, Oz, etc) they have really hands on (not in the dirty way) class AND also they get to do that parenting an egg thing that i have always found highly amusing, although this is probably due to my wish that the egg is actually a Bezoar spawn (refer to ep Bad Eggs of Buffy the Vampire Slayer, season 2).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, cont' with Singapore's lack in sex ed, i realise that the abstinence courses here seem so unfun and boring.  yeah, sure, a lot of ppl don't believe in it, and i'm not complaining about it, because i support ABSTINENCE, but the way singapore tries to so-call teach us that is way yawn-worthy. all they have is that really lame No Apologies class and that ugly red/white Worth Waiting For band.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what happened to nice Promise Rings (go research on the Silver Ring Thing)? they portray sex as one big bad evil guy. But i was reading this article, and this abstinence course thing in US requires people to actually shout "sex is great" like a few times before they start the course - because it is, but only inside a loving relationship (ie. marriage).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6680703-111322795595444737?l=cozy-rocket.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cozy-rocket.blogspot.com/feeds/111322795595444737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6680703&amp;postID=111322795595444737&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680703/posts/default/111322795595444737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680703/posts/default/111322795595444737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cozy-rocket.blogspot.com/2005/04/this-lonesome-road-only-few-more.html' title=''/><author><name>stefanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06977864757237035515</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-6680703.post-111261458247846536</id><published>2005-04-04T19:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-04T20:43:38.883+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;dear lucass&lt;/strong&gt;...&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, everytime i watch One Tree Hill, i notice that CMM (lucass) seems to squint more with every scene! and i'm totally hating him in season 2, even though he has begun his redemption by saving Nathan from dying emotionally. channel 5 has just started showing both OC and OTH, and frankly, i am watching it only to see if mediacorp does some funny stuff like censoring important Naley scenes. and dear, dear turaiya, when are you gonna drop your silly CMM crush and join the JL pride parade? Let me show you a sweet sweet icon of the JLs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v211/fifiwee/lj_jls12.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, One Tree Hill has completely caused me to change courses. No longer feeling philosophical due to an intense craving for new episodes, so i don't know, if you miss that thinking, emotional side of me, if there was ever one, check back say April 20th. Speaking of OTH, my mother is very much unaware of my downloading still. She was talking about somebody's wedding that day, and my mind, still stuck on episode 3 of season 2, automatically caused my mouth to say "are they having a bachelorette party? they should so hire a mechanic stripper" ala Brooke/Peyton did for Haley. And my mom was like "NO MORE OC and OTH for you" and all i did was an evil cackle because my dear mother, i've been watching it for a few months already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i'm sorry if you think i'm such a dirty bird nowadays. love living in the gutter - james does that to people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last friday was sports day. and though i was undeniably happy at first to miss a few lessons,i realise now this was  grave grave mistake. first of all, i almost got hit with bird shit, i had to endure a painfully choreographed cheerleading routine AND i ended up with a bad sunburn below my lips. It doesn't even matter that this is the last Sports Day i'll be attending here, because seriously, does it AFFECT any of us, this pointless running and jumping? oh, and about the bird shit... people, just because you're sitting in a grandstand does not mean you are safe from the wrath of the SUN or SHIT. a stuipd bird turned an overhead light into his temporary nest. Hester got hit with a drop, but lucky me, ran away in time and almost took out hester's umbrella to use as cover. So you have been forewarned, shelters are never good enough shelters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i was talking to my younger brother, shane, yesterday and he was all "i saw our neighbour wearing a simple plan shirt and i told him to **** off". oh gosh, and then he told me he loves avril lavigne. with a straight face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he is such a poser.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So is Avril though, what is up with her devil-may-care-who-cares-bout-you-fans-attitude? i was reading an article of her in 8days and the poor reporter had to deal with her telling him his questions were "stupid", etc. First of all, like WTF? these are the people who has actually heightened her to her so-called level of poser-punk fame so what like what gives? So irritating,i hate people who are so rude. Second of all, she can't sing to save her life. SO why the popularity? aren't actual talented and NICE people like BJL, TH and BG so much better to like? stupid posers. if i were the reporter i'd just risk my job and just call her a twerp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, i forgot to mention this until now but mungens are so totally spoiling the live strong bands thing. aren't we wearing it to show this message of HOPE and survival, to create awareness, and say that "until there's a cure..." or something like that? All these stupid mungens are taking it as some fashion trend - esp those who wear like 10 on one arm or something. do they even know what they are wearing? ONCE AGAIN, mungens spoil everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH, and there seems to be a sudden influx of ants around this com. shane must have been eating here again. i shall hunt him down, and pain will not be far behind, as i detest ants! they're making me all itchy and stuff.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6680703-111261458247846536?l=cozy-rocket.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cozy-rocket.blogspot.com/feeds/111261458247846536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6680703&amp;postID=111261458247846536&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680703/posts/default/111261458247846536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680703/posts/default/111261458247846536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cozy-rocket.blogspot.com/2005/04/dear-lucass.html' title=''/><author><name>stefanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06977864757237035515</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-6680703.post-111227573541168441</id><published>2005-03-31T19:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-31T21:28:55.413+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;this desperate kingdom of love&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, i would just like to name something that happened to me the "Great Beatle Event of 2005". and no, this is not about that group, although i was, coincidentally, wearing my retro beatles shirt when this happened. so i was innocently looking for stuff to eat in the kitchen AND of course, found nothing, so i walked out and was all.."hmm, what's this thing i feel on my freaking finger?" so i look down and i see this really GIGANTIC insect, the size of a cockroach and i begin fraeking out, because c'min that's what girls do, and also, i thought it WAS a cockroach. but it was one those GIGANTIC HORNED BEETLES, whatever it was, i was so FREAKED out. i was going argh and screaming like a crazy bitch and whacking my poor middle finger against the wall to get it off, but it wouldn't because it was total gripping my finger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hello, i asked for Baby james to be wrapped around my finger, not a stupid beetle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yeah, i finally brought myself to use my other hand, which had been momentarily rendered the action equivalent of speechless, to pull that beetle off and fling it to the other side of the room, then go postal and completely OCD and washed my hands a couple hundred times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am currently laughing my head off these really funny reviews. also, if you're incredibly bored and stuff like me, go to &lt;a href="http://zefrank.com"&gt;http://zefrank.com&lt;/a&gt; and just spend a couple hours there guffawing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so there was this lady from Triumph Bra International came to my school today and gave us this really long talk on well, breasts and how to wear your bra correctly. and although the diagrams of a sagging boob were a little graphic, i am officially scared that my boobs will turn out like that. although i'm still trying to figure out who that Triumph lady reminded my off - either a hooker OR seying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, one tree hill's starting tonight AND today newspaper go to interview both CMM and sophia bush. lucky shites, sophia bush sounds incredibly nice. although the pic of her did her no justice because it was the season 1 shoot, and yeah, they all look kinda weird. BUT i'm all with the Naley scenes tonight, although my mom will prob be yelling at me NOT TO WATCH THEM because she totally went like "you better not be like that" in a mere kissing scene. i was like ok, because she doesn't know i've watched all the eps. on her com. with downloading.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i feel like reading a book now, i have no idea why. Old Man and the Sea, anyone?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6680703-111227573541168441?l=cozy-rocket.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cozy-rocket.blogspot.com/feeds/111227573541168441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6680703&amp;postID=111227573541168441&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680703/posts/default/111227573541168441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680703/posts/default/111227573541168441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cozy-rocket.blogspot.com/2005/03/this-desperate-kingdom-of-love-ok-i.html' title=''/><author><name>stefanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06977864757237035515</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6680703.post-111201453341585505</id><published>2005-03-28T20:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-28T20:55:33.416+08:00</updated><title type='text'>reflect what again?</title><content type='html'>mondays seems really taxing nowadays. every monday i'll be like groaning and moaning and going "urgh...." and i'm practically snoozing through every lesson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;which is weird because on mondays, turaiya's super awake, but for the rest of the week, it's the reverse. and i highly doubt it's monday blues though. it must be the lack of good tv shows throughout the week, because i'm usually rejuvenated right after desperate housewives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all i could think about today during school was one tree hill. i'm sorry for going total FANGIRL but erm, yeah, sorry, the hiatus in US is just killing me. if i continue my obsession at this rate, my O level essay for eng might turn out to be a comparison between like... OTH and King of the Castle or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am totally questioning myself on the worth of passion in today's society. i look at my class and all of them are so emotionless sometimes, and it gets so aggravating. they don't cheer, they don't get pissed off, they don't cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wait, are they ROBOTS?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know this post is one big complaint already but,erm, i am jealous of americans. well said, because i almost teared when i read a fan's account of how she met the stars backstage at the one tree hill music tour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am trying to concentrate on doing e maths here. trying incredibly hard. but all i can hear is tyler hilton going "The end seemed so much greater, than either side of the equator"..distractions suck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, i was all ready to type out a long essay on irony here, but i'll do it another  time when i feel more inspired.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6680703-111201453341585505?l=cozy-rocket.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cozy-rocket.blogspot.com/feeds/111201453341585505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6680703&amp;postID=111201453341585505&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680703/posts/default/111201453341585505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680703/posts/default/111201453341585505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cozy-rocket.blogspot.com/2005/03/reflect-what-again.html' title='reflect what again?'/><author><name>stefanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06977864757237035515</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-6680703.post-111148831317250433</id><published>2005-03-22T18:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-22T18:45:13.176+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;still stuck on post 55?&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, anyway, my blog is rather quiet nowadays. are you guys getting bored with reading about me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, i bought 8 days just now, and it's official. one tree hill is back on 31st March, 11.30pm, right after the OC. although i've practically watched all the episodes already through the fine fine invention of p2p software. does this mean i have to share james with mungens now? i just hope they stick to Chad, or better still, don't watch it at all. they can really spoil things sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;speaking of mungens, i was just observing the so-called "ah-lians" in our school. btw, that word is majorly disgusting, i don't know why, it just makes me cringe. so let's just call them "loud people" so as i said, i am totally weirded out why these people look like that. erm, can i say they are obviously too proud to be a singaporLian? first of all, what is UP with their hair? these "ah-lians" (oh, cringe again) in my school all have the same hairstyle - ostrich fringe and little chicken-butt tail. i wish i had a picture to show you guys, but i don't, so just come to my school one day, stand outside and observe. they all carry tote bags. their uniform skirts are short, not that it doesn't look nice or anything, but they do it to well... look "ah-lian" i guess (oh, stop with the cringeing!)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i'm there thinking.. i read somewhere that ah-lians dress like that because they don't care what others think about them and aren't self conscious or whatever. so well, why are all of them dressed the same? i can't tell them apart at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't you just get a little pet-peeved at people like that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the bad thing about it is they think they're "cool". oh, i feel like shoving the words "kiss my ass" down their throats or something. but whatever. just had to get that out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, anyway, i am such in deep need for some CDs from amazon i put some on my wish list, hoping that maybe, maybe, a good ol' fellow working in Amazon will see my desperation and decide i should have it free or something.&lt;br /&gt;but well, apparently i doesn't work that way. so people here, i urge you to order something for me. please. (preferably the OC season 1 dvd)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i'm thinking of getting Bloc party's album. i'm trying to find more rachel-yamagataish singers. i need that music badly. went to allmusic.com, and apparently, she's under the genre "adult alternative pop/rock".. ok, so maybe i'll just get ben fold's five album, and of course, bright eyes', which i haven't bought yet. connor oberst, thou art talented! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, i decided to try seventeen's (US!!) rock your body workout programme to "get fit" in time for the NAPFA test. so far all i've got is a really sore and aching body, esp in my legs. i need my isqueeze.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or maybe i'll just get a "permanent MC"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6680703-111148831317250433?l=cozy-rocket.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cozy-rocket.blogspot.com/feeds/111148831317250433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6680703&amp;postID=111148831317250433&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680703/posts/default/111148831317250433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680703/posts/default/111148831317250433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cozy-rocket.blogspot.com/2005/03/still-stuck-on-post-55-well-anyway-my.html' title=''/><author><name>stefanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06977864757237035515</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-6680703.post-111124361496126467</id><published>2005-03-19T22:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-19T23:03:39.296+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;you will never see it for... you get all that you need &lt;strong&gt;and more&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CIP was a total disaster. it was probably the most disorganized event in mankind. first of all, the people there totally didn't take down the fact that we were coming, even though it didn't make much difference. so that's the standard of their efficiency i guess. AND the old folks were so unresponsive, i was like ... please.just.say.something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok,i guess that's why they're called aged sick but i've seen way sicker people give me a more hoo-hah response. it was so disastrous we had to go on stage impromptu and do some lame performance - be bold be strong? ok... and apparently, we couldn't give them their so-called gifts because they would FIGHT over it. erm, old folks fighting? bring it on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that doesn't make me a sadist, i hope. it'd just be totally awesome to see old people fighting.&lt;br /&gt;no, seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am SO tempted to jsut order more stuff on amazon. i was this close to pressing CONFIRM ORDER ok? would the order show up on a credit card bill? or i could just accidentally-on-purpose click it and just go like, "oops, did i do something bad?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my mother is pissing me off. i made an off handed comment just now about how i don't know whether i can really laern to respect her. i just don't like the way she deals with stuff, and i'm so afraid that i'll grow up to be like her, because of the everpersent-PMS-genes. She's always shouting for some inane reason.. and getting really pissed off at EVERYONE so easily when just one person (or most of the time, no one at all) is a fault. might i just use an overused word for once here - whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i am just basking in bethany joy lenz's and tyler hilton's music. i love them. sadly, it is impossible to get bethany's album here, so i have been listening to the same song AGAIN and again on her website. check it out on &lt;a href="http://www.bethanyjoylenz.com"&gt;www.bethanyjoylenz.com&lt;/a&gt;. oh, and isn't that just such a lovely name?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i almost forgot to mention that i just saw the STAR WARS EP 3 TRAILER? my brother just downloaded it, and since it was premiered during the OC, we see seth doing a little spoof before it actually starts. erm, two of very nice things put together? awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cannot wait for may, although i prob would have to wait for after my chinese Os to actually watch star wars. WHAT?! this would prob kill a hardcore fan, which i am thankfully not. but still. star wars ending is way bigger than LOTR ending.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dammit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6680703-111124361496126467?l=cozy-rocket.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cozy-rocket.blogspot.com/feeds/111124361496126467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6680703&amp;postID=111124361496126467&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680703/posts/default/111124361496126467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680703/posts/default/111124361496126467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cozy-rocket.blogspot.com/2005/03/you-will-never-see-it-for.html' title=''/><author><name>stefanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06977864757237035515</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-6680703.post-111105706361694899</id><published>2005-03-17T17:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-17T18:57:43.616+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>so we're doing this holocaust project for english and were instructed to go research on it.&lt;br /&gt;yeah, remember to like, NOT EAT or something, before you go to those websites. Unless you have a strong stomach and you're totally heartless.&lt;br /&gt;there was this guy, called Josef Mengele, the "angel of death". he was handsome, sure. But this is what he did : Mengele injected chemicals into the eyes of children in an attempt to change their eye color. He experimented both physical and psychological; experimental surgeries performed without anesthesia, transfusions of blood from one twin to another, isolation endurance, reaction to various stimuli. He made injections with lethal germs, sex change operations, the removal of organs and limbs, incestuous impregnations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one word for this guy : bastard. he should be called an even worse name, but there's none for it. i hope he's suffering like mad in hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it is quite hard to go on with a normal, or at least talk about happy things when i've just read this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so... well, anyway, i had violin just now AGAIN and mr foo cannot shut up about me not practising. granted, i have some randoom time here and there, but i just don't want to commit myself. to playing and playing, it's just a sad sad life, even though the music's so beautiful. so yeah, i was wearing a halter bra and it was just loosening itself while i was playing, and in my head i was like shit..shit..SHIT! i think too much swinging action of my arms causes it to like, untangle itself or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i may have wasted this whole week away again. i am always like that. it's like a constant case of "procastinate now". oh well, i mostly spent the week looking up words in the dictionary (can you say, geek...) and watching my one tree hill dvd. janice came over yesterday and we watched 3 eps of oth, 1 of oc, and a few vids of them on trl. our lives are just sad right? but we had much fun. there was this episode where they had an audio commentary and joie and james had to screen kiss, so they were like saying how in the script, the writers had put in "preferably with tongue" after that. and she was complaining! i was like, girl, i have way better things to be making noise about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, the oc is coming back on channel 5, i don't mind that so much because hey, it's already been aired and mungenated. besides, i've kinda watched most eps so far. but oh, my precious, precious One Tree Hill. they're gonna start season 2 on same date as OC, ergo, mainstream it! no! because that will mean the loss of tyer AND having to share james. how sad. i have gotten extremely selfish while watching oth because of anti-mainstreamness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6680703-111105706361694899?l=cozy-rocket.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cozy-rocket.blogspot.com/feeds/111105706361694899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6680703&amp;postID=111105706361694899&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680703/posts/default/111105706361694899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680703/posts/default/111105706361694899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cozy-rocket.blogspot.com/2005/03/so-were-doing-this-holocaust-project.html' title=''/><author><name>stefanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06977864757237035515</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-6680703.post-111072959109525631</id><published>2005-03-13T23:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-14T00:02:04.730+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i was looking through my father's old &lt;strong&gt;record&lt;/strong&gt; collection and i realise that he sure listened to a lot of dodgy music. the only thing relatively nice was elvis costello. AND i almost threw up when i saw dick lee's original album. on vinyl. disgustingly and &lt;strong&gt;undeniably&lt;/strong&gt; gay. i was wondering what breakdown led my father to actually own this album when i realise that my uncle, who was his producer, must have given it to my father.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so as a consolation, i can safely say that my father did not listen to dick lee. that is too scary to think about. i mean, which sane person would name their album life in the &lt;strong&gt;lion city&lt;/strong&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel rather itchy now because there are bugs flying around. you know those 3 little bugs down there, on my blogskin? well, i was hitting away at one of them when it finally registered it was.. well, fake. i think my brain has really been fried enough to do such a stupid thing. the rents aren't at home now - thank God! - they've gone to a chalet with shane. life without the naggy parents and the pesky parents? &lt;strong&gt;bring it on.&lt;/strong&gt; although i have had minor accidents and stupid moments since they left, which was like 5 hours ago? so far, i fell from the toilet countertop because i was standing there trying to get a new tube of colgate. so i didn't have my 2 hands for balance - &lt;em&gt;help! &lt;/em&gt;and may i just add, i fell while i was naked, so it really was painful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to further prove how stupid i am, i accidentally cancelled one of my downloads. when it was 97% done! it was a truly doh moment, which i could not &lt;strong&gt;reverse&lt;/strong&gt;. all i could do was to painstakingly start downloading it again, and by the looks of it, it's going to be a long long while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this week is so going to suck already. please people, stop saying it's a holiday already, cut the BS. we all know it's part of the MOE's evil plan to keep us studying 24/7 and turn us into &lt;strong&gt;mindless&lt;/strong&gt; creatures who only think about going to the right JC. guess they forgot the meaning of life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and even though i am never friendly, i was just looking around friendster, and turns out, there ARE people in my school who listen to indie, except they call it &lt;strong&gt;obscure&lt;/strong&gt;, and well, don't mention the bands. guess they really took the word obscure to heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was totally trying to watch sixth sense last night and all i came to conclude is that&lt;br /&gt;1. haley joel osment was such a cute little kid 6 years ago. AND&lt;br /&gt;2. i get scared really easily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i mean, people watch sixth sense and they're all poo poo, it's not scary at all. and i watched it before really, but it's whole lotta difference when you watch it alone, in a freaking dark living room. my hair was standing by the time HJO uttered that famous i see dead people line. and also, bad memories of mischa barton&lt;strong&gt; puking&lt;/strong&gt; came into my mind. so i went "oh sod it" and switched the tv off. and RAN upstairs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am such a&lt;strong&gt; wimp&lt;/strong&gt; sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tagboard for comments.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6680703-111072959109525631?l=cozy-rocket.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cozy-rocket.blogspot.com/feeds/111072959109525631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6680703&amp;postID=111072959109525631&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680703/posts/default/111072959109525631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680703/posts/default/111072959109525631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cozy-rocket.blogspot.com/2005/03/i-was-looking-through-my-fathers-old.html' title=''/><author><name>stefanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06977864757237035515</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-6680703.post-111027731637079529</id><published>2005-03-08T17:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-08T18:44:14.736+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>haha. how funny. i realise i have been typing some really kick ass titles for my blog posts (really..heh) but now, like NOW i realised that they don't appear on my blog. feel free to make a comment on how blur i am. to show you how great and fitting they were, i'll give you some examples : Chaque fois que tu t'en vas. Je prétends que tout va bien. the hero DOES die in this one. you'll be surprised to see how far you can go from what you thought was the end. ETC. (that wasn't one). ok, maybe now they seem totally out of point and lame, but really, it was nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aren't you about to tell me to get over it?heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my stomach hurt most of the day today because of &lt;strong&gt;excessive&lt;/strong&gt; consumption of fruits last night. i don't know what caused me to eat all that (2 bananas, 2 kiwi fruits, 3 freaking plums and a mango), but the acids were in total overwork mode today. ouch. i think this is due to the fact that my mother does really buy many fruits for us, so when she does i kinda go ovo-lacto. i'm a weird kid though, i don't remember liking ice cream or chocolate as a kid, and kinda going crazy over veggies and fruits. but that wasn't until i discovered ben and jerry's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shane (for the uninformed: he is my very very irritating younger brother. think little rascals meets bart simpson. for one thing, he is being a total brat AND completely illogical. you should meet him one day if you're not feeling unsympathetic for me at the moment. he will just destroy your faith in the male species.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, a very important thing to say here : i have finally gotten my shipment from the US of A, thanks to the incredibly efficient people at amazon. thank you. i have been &lt;strong&gt;indulging&lt;/strong&gt; myself in couch potatoe-ness, and yes girls, i can finally agree here that chad michael murray is &lt;em&gt;tres&lt;/em&gt; hot. but only in a suit, AND when he doesn't &lt;strong&gt;squint&lt;/strong&gt;. so, well, in the last 3 months or so, i have somehow manages to buy 16 song albums (and of course, a really great DVD set). talk about purchasing power. although this whirlwind spendage on the media is very very bad for me. i think i may have made a small glitch when i promised myself i would buy myself at least one CD a week. my brain may have registered it as every 4 days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but whatever, i am very happy, for lack of a better word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have been thinking a lot about my future recently. it's so much better to think about what you want to be, and what not. why dwell in the past, and focus on stupid things like the latest styles and lame singers like singapore idols? THINK.. so i went to visit NUS's website, and actually, they have pretty interesting courses. like american studies. and info/comms&lt;strong&gt; management&lt;/strong&gt; programme. and &lt;strong&gt;PHILOSOPHY&lt;/strong&gt; - i really really want to do that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just had this long talk with sharon on msn about bonding the class. i was getting all philosophical and stuff, but i think i know where i lie now - the faculty of art and social science.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6680703-111027731637079529?l=cozy-rocket.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cozy-rocket.blogspot.com/feeds/111027731637079529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6680703&amp;postID=111027731637079529&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680703/posts/default/111027731637079529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680703/posts/default/111027731637079529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cozy-rocket.blogspot.com/2005/03/haha.html' title=''/><author><name>stefanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06977864757237035515</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-6680703.post-111019671343801367</id><published>2005-03-07T19:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-07T19:58:33.440+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i didn't say i could do everything</title><content type='html'>i was walking back from violin today and there was this trio of boys in front of me who were acting completely immature. they absolutely do not deserve the long pants they don, because that signifies they are seniors. they sure as hell aren't because seniors wouldn't be doing that tap thing on the shoulder, and pretending you weren't the one who tapped (among other immature things). almost shouted "get a life" at them, but didn't want to risk getting "stop being so pms" shouted back at me so whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;while waiting for my dad to pick me up though, i was just sitting there and watching PL lites. and i realised, if i weren't a PLlite,i would very much hate them. you can just tell from a person whether they're from PL. first, they congregate in either very mungenish groups OR the identy-crisis-hip-hoppers. no inbetweens there. they're all very much about the uniform, as in, they think they're so called "punk" (excuse you!) so they dress in what they think is "punk".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but excuse me, punk is not good charlotte. it's not tatooing yourself, or getting a hundred and one piercings. it's about not conforming to society and what people want you to be. and i am so sick of seeing posers wear von dutch. it is so done already.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6680703-111019671343801367?l=cozy-rocket.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cozy-rocket.blogspot.com/feeds/111019671343801367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6680703&amp;postID=111019671343801367&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680703/posts/default/111019671343801367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680703/posts/default/111019671343801367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cozy-rocket.blogspot.com/2005/03/i-didnt-say-i-could-do-everything.html' title='i didn&apos;t say i could do everything'/><author><name>stefanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06977864757237035515</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-6680703.post-110994126170636459</id><published>2005-03-04T20:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-04T21:01:01.710+08:00</updated><title type='text'>colour me jealous</title><content type='html'>i don't know whether i did mention this along the line &lt;strong&gt;anywhere&lt;/strong&gt;, but the oc mix 4 is coming out. more indie music coming my way! been laying off the downloads recently, so feeling more and more empty. well, to make myself feel better, today is supposed to be start of the period of time where i can get my shipment from amazon. but the assholes at singapore &lt;strong&gt;customs&lt;/strong&gt; may make it hell to check. damn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i still haven't found my handphone. life feels so empty without a &lt;strong&gt;connection&lt;/strong&gt; to everyone else. and also, i kinda need it to record down stuff. stupid asshole who picked it up and KEPT IF FOR HIMSELF. damn you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i was walking home yesterday and i saw somebody's shoe on the road. er, who would be so &lt;strong&gt;wasted&lt;/strong&gt; to actually lose a shoe while walking. well, it's not as bad as people who lose their thongs - that is just weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't understand why people want to get wasted anyway, does it feel so great puking your guts out every night when you can be sleeping in peace?just chill with the alcohol people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to NUS just now with mint and jun, and well, other people from A1 and my class. just watched some physics demonstrations which i never expected to be cool but er, yeah it was. where else can you see SUPERCONDUCTORS and touch liquid &lt;strong&gt;nitrogen&lt;/strong&gt;, and well, risk frostbite. really cool, although i would never in a million years major in that because, erm.... geek kingdom. "department in physics". no wonder mr low looks so weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am so tired right now because of that decided to stay home. not been going cell lately, kinda missing out. but i feel like i could &lt;strong&gt;hibernate&lt;/strong&gt; for 10 years now and i just want to rest from all that stress the school has been hitting us with for the past term. which has gon by pretty fast, yeah. i mean, i was reading this O level book thing that said that electronic devices would be allowed in 2006. and i was like "yeah!we can".. and then hester and turaiya were like HUH?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah, and i realised i was taking the Os this yea because, news&lt;strong&gt; flash&lt;/strong&gt;!, i'm sec4. which sucks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6680703-110994126170636459?l=cozy-rocket.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cozy-rocket.blogspot.com/feeds/110994126170636459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6680703&amp;postID=110994126170636459&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680703/posts/default/110994126170636459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680703/posts/default/110994126170636459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cozy-rocket.blogspot.com/2005/03/colour-me-jealous.html' title='colour me jealous'/><author><name>stefanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06977864757237035515</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-6680703.post-110975549059580421</id><published>2005-03-02T17:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-02T17:27:54.156+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chaque fois que tu t'en vas. Je prétends que tout va bien.</title><content type='html'>i cannot believe it. yesterday was the worst day of my life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because after i posted yesterday's post, i realised i had freaking lost my precious &lt;strong&gt;handphone&lt;/strong&gt;. in all IMpossibilities. i mean, i took it out while walking out of school, put it back in my pocket, and took a cab home. it's highly unlikely it's in the cab because hester was still there after i left and she said she didn't see anything SO?! like what, did it &lt;strong&gt;magically&lt;/strong&gt; float up from my pocket? as if i'm not stressed out enough from differenciation in a maths, which sucks by the way. although the test today was relatively fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but my handphone! i couldn't study at all yesterday because of an awful headache due to spending 3 hours trying to find it. and my mum scolded me like shit even though she's not paying for it and then she cancelled the line. or cut it off temporarily. without asking me. erm, what if some nice person picked it up and wanted to call my home number?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i went to the police station near my school just now but they didn't have any phones. and the &lt;strong&gt;hot&lt;/strong&gt; policeman wasn't even there to cheer my day up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate wednesdays. we have this really lame chinese composition class. i'm totally convinced that the instructor (from china btw, does that not scream MUNGEN!?) is an incarnate of OP. or OP is an incarnate of her or whatever, but really, she's ugly and pale... and walks funny. AND she talks in the third person, she kept refering to herself like she was talking about someone else. i didn't know that until like half an hour into the lesson when i realised she meant herself. ok..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she has weird thighs too. you know how below you ass, the rest of your leg is just smooth down. well, she look she has a &lt;strong&gt;butt&lt;/strong&gt; AFTER the actual butt. like 2 bumps, like a big "B" if you look at her sideways. either&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a) she's wearing really tight panties, like say 4 sizes too small, that cut her ass into half.&lt;br /&gt;b) i have an eyesight problem.&lt;br /&gt;c) &lt;strong&gt;chinese&lt;/strong&gt; mainlanders have weird bodies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah, it should be c.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want my handphone. why don't y'all give me, or in a better word &lt;strong&gt;DONATE&lt;/strong&gt; about like $10 each for me to get a new one? like please.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6680703-110975549059580421?l=cozy-rocket.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cozy-rocket.blogspot.com/feeds/110975549059580421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6680703&amp;postID=110975549059580421&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680703/posts/default/110975549059580421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680703/posts/default/110975549059580421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cozy-rocket.blogspot.com/2005/03/chaque-fois-que-tu-ten-vas-je-prtends.html' title='Chaque fois que tu t&apos;en vas. Je prétends que tout va bien.'/><author><name>stefanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06977864757237035515</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6680703.post-110932117169261111</id><published>2005-02-25T16:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-01T17:18:35.546+08:00</updated><title type='text'>why aren't you looking the obvious places?</title><content type='html'>"I do not want people to be &lt;strong&gt;agreeable&lt;/strong&gt; as it saves me the trouble of &lt;strong&gt;liking&lt;/strong&gt; them." - Jane Austen. hell yeah. so anonymous, get your little ass of my tagboard. now i don't care if you're some random blog hopper, or just some person who can't stand me, but really, whatever. you find my blog boring go read some mungen's AND rate it too. and yeah, you know what i find boring and tasteless? people who are so &lt;strong&gt;cowardly&lt;/strong&gt; to even give themselves a name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sheesh. i mean please, how immature can you get to actually criticise people's lives? i mean, yeah i did it too when i was like 14.. which is not a very long time ago but yeah.. it's so tacky and tasteless.. seriously, anonymous, go get a name and a course on &lt;strong&gt;growing up&lt;/strong&gt;. because if there weren't "boring" blogs and websites like this (please take not of ""), there would only be a hundred or so websites on the net. excluding your's of course, anonymous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;feel free to agree/ disagree. but if you want to criticise me, don't be some cowardly ass who has to hide. because we all learnt these lessons in primary school, that &lt;strong&gt;anonymous&lt;/strong&gt;-es are actually the most insecure people. who, coincidentally, do not have a life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yeah, anonymous, if you find somebody who actually doesn't have a &lt;strong&gt;sharp tongue,&lt;/strong&gt; feel free to tell me all about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY, let's move on to talking about an actual &lt;strong&gt;life.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i loved the rain yesterday. made me want to go and scream. unfortunately, the bitca neighbour would have screamed right back like a negative vector so yeah. BUT it's back to death-valley-temperatures today again. hester and i waited for SO long for a cab we actually began to take &lt;strong&gt;shifts&lt;/strong&gt; for who would hail the cab. thank you, comfort man. and also, my front gate expanded so much that i had to throw my bag over and climb in a not-so-ladylike-manner. what fun is that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;apparently our school did badly for the Os. ok, not badly, but worse than the &lt;strong&gt;"usual"&lt;/strong&gt; they expect. so much so they did not even bless us with a painfully awaited holiday. i hate to say this but "i &lt;strong&gt;want&lt;/strong&gt;!" although i'm trying to veer of the i-want track. i can never be happy with what i have - is that so wrong? as summer said.. we &lt;strong&gt;always&lt;/strong&gt; want what we can't have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't get why everyone's using that address book thing. i mean, i for one thing, don't want my details online. something paris-hilton-esque could happen, like say, all your number were released to public. and i hate viruses in my network. because that would just stop the &lt;strong&gt;downloading&lt;/strong&gt;, wouldn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;turaiya and i are now known as the "agogo" sisters, with hester as our manager. ok, that's kinda what boredom does to you (another shout out to anonymous). we weer coming up with these lame moves to "i will follow you". and we were actually&lt;strong&gt; skipping &lt;/strong&gt;today to "i'm the king of the castle...", our own song to the tune of a unidentifiable but familiar song. ok, aren't we supposed to be worried about our O &lt;strong&gt;levels.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this blog is to 1024 x 768 screen resolution, btw. it looks kinda shitty if your com resolution is larger. or (poor you) smaller.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;currently listening to oasis's champage supernova.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6680703-110932117169261111?l=cozy-rocket.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cozy-rocket.blogspot.com/feeds/110932117169261111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6680703&amp;postID=110932117169261111&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680703/posts/default/110932117169261111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680703/posts/default/110932117169261111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cozy-rocket.blogspot.com/2005/02/why-arent-you-looking-obvious-places.html' title='why aren&apos;t you looking the obvious places?'/><author><name>stefanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06977864757237035515</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-6680703.post-110924776644326820</id><published>2005-02-24T19:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-24T20:22:46.476+08:00</updated><title type='text'>so wait for fate to find me?</title><content type='html'>i cannot believe this. jan just called me like 4 times and i finally picked up the phone and gave me the awful news that she heard tyler hilton on the radio. on perfect 10's new this week or whatever. cue choke here,  because i just spent like $30 to order his CD on the net so if he's going to go mainstream in spore i just lost. AND it was so ironic that i was complaining like mad this morning that i hoped he wouldn't get too mainstream. maybe he'll stay like rooney and gavin, who are having their BIGGEST breaks in the US, but still relatively unknown here except for their popular debuts. because damn mungens will just spoil the fun. so i just did a google search in singapore for his name and all it came out was some weird tyler conference at the hilton hotel.  and he is definitely not related to the hilton sluts because he is hot and they are... cheap. not everyone's been in a hilton hotel but everyone's been in paris.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on a side note, since we're talking about music here, or was almost talking about, i am still undecided about what course to take in poly. yes, i have decided to go to one, because as cheesy as this may sound, i'ev wanted it really much, to be a magazine editor. or something. so maybe i'll take CMM at TP or something, even though everyone thinks it's over rated. i mean, it depends on what you think right? sure, some people join it because they think it's cool to be in the media industry, which is a very LAME excuse, thank you very much, but what if you want it just so you can write? like really write - just letting your emotions flow?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, so tomorrow is friday finally. an end to constant tests and an unresponsive class so i can try to get to the bottom of my ARES problem, because it can't connect and is causing a rather big backlog in the stuff i gotta download. inc nathan's bad boy episode in oth. that guy is just smoking hot, and on a plus, he can actually act. and also, he is so much better compared to the little squinty dude that is chad michael murray.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;social studies is boring. the reasons that they give for our declining birth rate are so lame. i mean, please, sure there are those career women or whatever but have the gvt ever thought it could be because they didn't let sex and the city run here until last year AND the massive amount of slimming centres which result with virtually no women wanting those beautiful (*) child bearing hips?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, sophie's world is making me an awful lot philosophical. haven't much time to think about it though. just thinking about how the only thing constant in the world is change?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6680703-110924776644326820?l=cozy-rocket.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cozy-rocket.blogspot.com/feeds/110924776644326820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6680703&amp;postID=110924776644326820&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680703/posts/default/110924776644326820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680703/posts/default/110924776644326820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cozy-rocket.blogspot.com/2005/02/so-wait-for-fate-to-find-me.html' title='so wait for fate to find me?'/><author><name>stefanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06977864757237035515</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-6680703.post-110883070216763730</id><published>2005-02-20T00:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-20T00:31:42.170+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the hero DOES die in this one</title><content type='html'>ok,i'm sorry if my past few blogs have been rather boring or mundane lately. i've just been really busy with this thing called SCHOOL, almost dying with all the stress. it's like a hard day EVERYDAY for breathing nowadays. i don't know how people can blog everyday, or how they can even come up with stuff to blog that is not repititive. I just get really tired and everything i say will sound stupid so here goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have never felt so stressed. it's like this year is uber competitive. not in the level, just in my class. nobody ever says anything about wanting to do better, but everytime when me, tu, hes and mindy come back from a half hour of fun at recess, everyone is religiously studying. i mean, as witnessed by me, the past few batches of sec 4s aren't this hardworking. heck, OUR own batch ain't very hardworking, it's just this stupid stupid class full of freaking CHINKS. and therefore, it makes me want to study AS WELL just to beat them. my geeky, competitive side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;speakign of chinks, the chinese musical was last night. i had a splitting migraine that lasted till this morning from the woman's soprano voice. like needles. but all in all, i had a nice time. SLEEPING that is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my father finally gave in after 3 straight days of bugging from me, because i kept going his office after work. haha! a great triumph. i cannot wait for march 4-14.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a long long wait to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rachel yamagata is still spinning in my CD player. being the slow person i am, i just realised that there's a completely instrumental song on the album which sounds amazing. cello i think.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6680703-110883070216763730?l=cozy-rocket.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cozy-rocket.blogspot.com/feeds/110883070216763730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6680703&amp;postID=110883070216763730&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680703/posts/default/110883070216763730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680703/posts/default/110883070216763730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cozy-rocket.blogspot.com/2005/02/hero-does-die-in-this-one.html' title='the hero DOES die in this one'/><author><name>stefanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06977864757237035515</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-6680703.post-110854345889028967</id><published>2005-02-16T15:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-16T16:44:18.893+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i haven't sold out</title><content type='html'>i am so sick of hearing people listen to crappy music like rap or whatever the hell that is, because that for one is not music. and all that silly techno crap and bubblegum pop. these people are seriously having a real identity crisis. please go to  &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/tg/guides/guide-display/-/19FQ7JV7ZUBWM/ref=cm_bg_guides/104-4396703-6052710"&gt;http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/tg/guides/guide-display/-/19FQ7JV7ZUBWM/ref=cm_bg_guides/104-4396703-6052710&lt;/a&gt; to ease yourself into the cult of indie music. or go listen to some gavin degraw, at least he knows what he's singing about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, grammy's that day was amazing. or at least the starting part was because that was the only part i managed to watch before sadly, falling asleep. franz ferdinand hello? sad that they're getting so mainstream and radioy now, just hope they don't sell out like maroon 5 did. but even with all that mainstream stuff, it was great because they were like combining all the bands and they were all playing their own song and all of it was harmonised.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one word : amazing. and i'm sorry if the last paragraphs contradicted the other because right now i'm just addicted to music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and isn't it sad that my father is still refusing to help me buy my stuff from amazon despite numerous promises that i HAVE NOT FORGOTTEN. i think i've probably changed my shopping cart list so many times by now, from the shins to death cab to trespassers william to rachel yamagata which in the end i ended up buying for a hefty price at borders. and i was once again reminded of this when i watched trl that day when they gave out to each and every person in the crowd a One Tree hill soundtrack and DVD set, which approximately cost, say a $150 for both? hello, MTV, there' someone desperate here. and i believe that fairness should be spread globally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;valentines day kinda rocks when you're in a girls school because you get loads of sweets and you don't have to worry about being desperate and all which is such a sad sad thing for all you pathetic losers out there who don't have friends to celebrate it with. ok, i kinda ended up with  a sugar coma the next day but who cares?i have a sweet tooth and i'm loving it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so apparently 4A1 have gotten their concert thing in school approved but hello, how are they going to contact artistes and bands now? wishful thinking that they're gonna get pug jelly or whoever the hell they are for FREE. erm, unless they just underwent a bad brain surgery gone wrong or their manager's a soft hearty sweetie pie, they ain't gonna come, i'll bet&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6680703-110854345889028967?l=cozy-rocket.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cozy-rocket.blogspot.com/feeds/110854345889028967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6680703&amp;postID=110854345889028967&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680703/posts/default/110854345889028967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680703/posts/default/110854345889028967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cozy-rocket.blogspot.com/2005/02/i-havent-sold-out.html' title='i haven&apos;t sold out'/><author><name>stefanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06977864757237035515</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-6680703.post-110821881149873033</id><published>2005-02-12T22:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-12T22:33:31.503+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i did everything you told</title><content type='html'>might morphing power rangers: i can't believe they showed the movie! me and sean were total geeks for that show when we were kids. i think our christmas and birthday presents from 1994 to 1996 was power rangers merchandise. seriously. our embarrassing past. i think i liked the pink ranger - so girlish i think. she was to be played by the stuntwoman for buffy though, so watching power rangers as a kid must have sparked my whole girl power-buffy geekdom thing. heh, and i can remember so much from the movie when i watched it as a kid. please, now i got that stupid "uh-oh you're in trouble" song stuck in my mind. a perfect way to remind yourself of when bad music and bad movies reigned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am totally obsessed with my rachel yamagata CD! even sean got hooked on "worn me down". hope she doesn't get too mainstream though, hate it when mungens spoil outr fun. anyway, it's simple life now and can paris and nicole get any more stupid?or slutty? they are totally turning a thirteen year old redneck girl into slut-wannabe. although it's very obvious they are just doing it from a writeen plot. i hope. so my com is up here and the tv is down there and i'm running up and down in between adverts. so tiring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nathan is back to his bad boy ways on one tree hill because haley left him for music. i want to shout at that stupid girl for leaving such a hottie. this video! follow link please. &lt;a href="http://interface.audiovideoweb.com/lnk/ca25win25025/OTH-Cingular214.wmv/play.asx"&gt;http://interface.audiovideoweb.com/lnk/ca25win25025/OTH-Cingular214.wmv/play.asx&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so it's hester's birthday tomorrow, so here's to an early, publicised birthday greeting! and also, valentine's day is on monday, and tradition in PL requires you to buy a present for all your friends, ergo, i am completely stuck on what to get. valentine's day was totally invented by hershey's and hallmark though. not that i'm complaining, but valentine's day is like, the day for all cheesy people to come out. you see the pathetic lovesick ones, and these cheesy people who get flowers and jewellry, which, by the way, is a total waste of money if it isn't tiffany's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and since i have really no clue what i am talking about because i'm typing in total darkness, let's ignore what i've just said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;btw, did i mention anywhere here that i've bought so many albums recently that i've hardly had time to listen to them. this requires an iPod asap. unfortunately, my cousin seems to have made his way to new zealand, thus i am unable to get my juicy discount just yet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6680703-110821881149873033?l=cozy-rocket.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cozy-rocket.blogspot.com/feeds/110821881149873033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6680703&amp;postID=110821881149873033&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680703/posts/default/110821881149873033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680703/posts/default/110821881149873033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cozy-rocket.blogspot.com/2005/02/i-did-everything-you-told.html' title='i did everything you told'/><author><name>stefanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06977864757237035515</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-6680703.post-110803561138198881</id><published>2005-02-10T18:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-10T20:26:28.440+08:00</updated><title type='text'>worn me down like a road</title><content type='html'>i feel rather funny, now that i realise how many personas i have with everyone. it's like with different people, i act different. i think only janice knows everything i do or can't stand or fake or whatever(really, jan. kudos!) i was just discussing whether i liked church or school with owen and it hit me that i don't even know what i like anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but then i realised that weirdly, i prefer being in school (the horror!!) because i can just laugh my ass off, be myself, and just say the crappiest stuff in the planet with turaiya, hester, janice, mindy, etc. thank you, Brain Central for that revelation. it brings me back to the very old quote from a rather insignificant character on Buffy so many years ago (1999, to be exact).. "It's just that you never really know what's going on inside somebody. Do you? I mean, you think... if you care about them... But you never really do." what if that somebody was yourself?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;speaking of buffy though, i was being this total geek with celene that day in class. turns out she's a buffy fan too, and we were like discussing the 7 (sigh...) seasons of it. i was delirious. i was high. i miss it so so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, there are people over here now having a bbq. mum's side, unfortunately teetering on the mungen border line. it's weird having people over, like their intruding on your territory and you can't go "hey, get lost!". oh, wait, you can say that if that person is totally disgustingly gross like yin wei. did i mention that she was digging her nose AND mouth (this time) and she just went and touched my notebook on my table? i mean, she actually picked it up to read it. like, HELLO? do you actually just read someone's book like that. it could be private, it could contain my plans of her murder, or the discovery of the cure of cancer, and she picked it up to read! with her infected hands no less. am i being fussy here? it's just disgusting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(going into fan obsession mode here...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;back to the point though, it's weird being hospitable. so i'm just gonna sit up here watching one tree hill episodes. i am totally obsessed with that show though. if you haven't watched it, go!! the recent ep with nathan at the beach was serious thudliness.  james was looking so hot in that scene! with the hair, the eyes.. it sucks being here because they are virtually no hotties around to drool over. except alex polstra maybe. ANYWAY, he is hot. yeah, needed to say that again. and apparently, the wreckers (consisting of michelle branch and jessica harp), gavin degraw, tyler hilton and bethany joy lenz (!) are going on a One Tree Hill music tour. i was like CHOKE, WHEEZ, GRUNT! and to add salt to the wound, oth stars are going to make guest appearances too. Can i move like NOW? hello, applying for a migration here! lucky people, they will witness that hotness of james. first hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, fan mode over. just really really jealous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and chinese new year is almost over. still haven't got to start on my chemistry homework. i can't believe miss ferng actually gave us an assignment to complete. how twisted can she get? thank you, ancient china, for creating this horribly great paradoxial holiday. it's like an exchange program, you suffer during visits AND gain weight, in exchange for cash. SO i was like at my uncle's house, the really rich music producer one. he was the freaking BOSS of WEA music (FYI. WB is under that. heck, the OC soundtrack is under that!!) in the past, but he gave up that job for a higher paying one at ponycanyon that went bust in the end. now why didn't he just stay? but anyway, he does more local work now, and he produced this south american dude's album..he loves Singapore so much (hmm..why?) that he recorded an album dedicated to us. and the photographer is freaking RUSSELL WONG!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know in all those old school cartoons where the reaction is like eyeballs out, jaws drop, hair standing. i was like !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! no words. my uncle is friends with russell wong. among other hot shots (eg. dick lee the dick, ken lim or whatever, etc) russell wong. i would very like much to meet him, thank you very much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so it's quiet in my blog nowadays. you guys still reading, or have you moved on?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6680703-110803561138198881?l=cozy-rocket.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cozy-rocket.blogspot.com/feeds/110803561138198881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6680703&amp;postID=110803561138198881&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680703/posts/default/110803561138198881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680703/posts/default/110803561138198881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cozy-rocket.blogspot.com/2005/02/worn-me-down-like-road.html' title='worn me down like a road'/><author><name>stefanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06977864757237035515</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-6680703.post-110788489367563969</id><published>2005-02-09T01:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-09T01:51:02.313+08:00</updated><title type='text'>show me the money</title><content type='html'>chinese new year is here.&lt;br /&gt;nothing bad about it though, except the visiting. and the songs playing all over the place. and the fatness due to excessive goodies. and the relatives fussing over how much you've "grown" when your height difference between this year and last's is only 1.6cm. and the seriously bad decorations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, fine, it SUCKS. but the storm of money raining down sure makes up for it. i feel like going all jerry maguire on them and scream SHOW ME THE MONEY so we can just skip the festivities and get straight to business. it'd probably be like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me : hello, uncle/auntie/cousin/ugly &amp;amp;$%*er, i'm your sister's nephew's daughter's cousin, happy new year!&lt;br /&gt;unknown : wow, you've grown! want some pineapple tarts?&lt;br /&gt;me : no thanks, although i'm craving a red envelope hopefully containing cash.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then they'll just pass me the angbaos and i'll be like "GOODBYE SUCKERS!" although i'd probably stay and chat if it's a blue note! at that rate, i'd be able to go through 15 houses a day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;although i'm very glad my family is not mungen. or at least my dad's side isn't. please, at least half the people present at reunion dinner today were wearing black and we ate satay. heh. we used to have these expensive, kick-ass, 10-course dinners at these stupid ex restaurants but since both my paternal grandparents have passed away, we have settled for a much better option - non-mungenness. although i vaguely remember enjoying dressing up for the reunion dinner back then. BACK THEN the key words here..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and my house (or my room particularly) is still dirty as shit. no point cleaning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i spent a bulk of today editing template slightly. it's rather colourless, just a greyish-blue, rachel yamagata-ish CD looking template now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i don't like colour anyway. oh anyway, if you think this post is full of GREED, c'mon - i need an iPod. or feel free to give me a sermon on the enthics of being generous and not materialistic on tagboard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6680703-110788489367563969?l=cozy-rocket.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cozy-rocket.blogspot.com/feeds/110788489367563969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6680703&amp;postID=110788489367563969&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680703/posts/default/110788489367563969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680703/posts/default/110788489367563969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cozy-rocket.blogspot.com/2005/02/show-me-money.html' title='show me the money'/><author><name>stefanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06977864757237035515</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-6680703.post-110768221728110464</id><published>2005-02-06T17:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-06T17:30:17.280+08:00</updated><title type='text'>get your grubbby hands off my book</title><content type='html'>Rage againts mungens&lt;br /&gt;Damn. Today, my rage burns against mungens all over Singapore, Taiwan and Hong Kong. Our freakin cities are FILLED with em. Look at every single one of them... all wasting their lives away. Damn. "What's a mungen?" you may ask. Well, pay careful attention, young grasshopper and soon you shall be enlightened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) ForewordWhen was the last time you got offended by a slutty looking person spewing an abrasive mix of Mandarin and Singlish into your face or got intimidated by pimped-out fags normally labeled as "bengs"? Well, welcome to the family. You are one of the few people who are pure and safe from the talons of mungenism. It is more contagious than S.A.R.S. and more deadly than full-blown A.I.D.S.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Introduction: Mungen - A direct translationThe word mungen is a really just a direct translation from the Tamil word munjen, which means little yellow men.... Anyway, if you happen to listen to the tamil announcement for "please stand behind the yellow line" at an open-air MRT station, you can make out that word. The term mungen has the same application of the word chink in the US. However, since we're in Singapore, where everyone is more or less a mungen, our team of grammatical specialists have tailored the word to suite our lifestyle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Speech PatternsMungens speak in a weird way. Our scientists have designed a device which they cleverly call the MLD (mungen language decoder) which deciphers mungen lingo and we bugged their conversations by placing them in hidden areas at some hotspots. After receiving feedback from our MLDs all over the country, we called in our top linguistic scholars in to see if it has links to existing languages. No surprise it did. Mungens use a very coarse mix of Mandarin, Singlish and several Chinese dialects. Here are some bugged messeges with the fluent English translations:&lt;br /&gt;LOCATION: Foyer, Plaza Singapura Message: Wei, Ni Yao Chee ah-kade Wan para para Ma?Translation: Hey, do you want play that dancing game at the arcade?LOCATION: Void Deck, Message: Yu ah so ham-sum. I wan tuh bee wib yu... Lub lub.Translation: Hey, my dad's not in, wanna head over and get some action?&lt;br /&gt;LOCATION: Hawker Centre, Toa Payoh Lorong 9 Message: Wah, see wad see? Buey song ah? Fite lah, kanina...Translation: What are you looking at, Punk? Want a knuckle-sandwitch, bitch?&lt;br /&gt;LOCATION: McDonalds, East Coast Park Message: Harro, wear-cum tuuh meh-dor-ners, ni yao chi se moah?Translation: Hello, welcome to McDonalds, Can I have your order, sir/ma'am?&lt;br /&gt;LOCATION: His Master's Voice (HMV), HeerenMessage: Wah, wu-wu-liu-liu hao ting, bah!Translation: Woah, makes great music!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Natural habitatsLike I mentioned earlier, mungens can be found all over Hong Kong, Taiwan and sadly, right here in Singapore. We've launched a MPS (Mungen Positioning Satellite) into orbit and pinpointed some of their common hangouts:Arcades - No surprise to catch them rotting there. You will mostly find them on the wtf do you call that? Ah yes, Para para machine.Clubs - This is the place mungens hang out to release their excess energy through a certain ritual (read next section)Automated Photo-taking booths - Sure, we all need to take photos especially if we're renewing our passport or signing on a membership, but mungens do it all the time on what they call "Neoprint machines". No big deal, but the overpowering decorations in the photo may make us normies freak out. Plus sometimes, you may see an orgy of 'em squeezing their fat asses into a booth...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) Where they draw their energyMungens have a very active lifestyle... too bad all of that energy has gone to waste. But how the hell do they seem to possess a seemingly unlimited pool of energy? Well, the answer lies in a secret mungen HQ in Taiwan. There, they manufacture boy-bands, girl-groups and singers to fuel mungens with lame ass meaningless lyrics and toneless songs. Overexposure to this kind of energy source may make mungens implode from the lameness and thus, they need to release the excess energy thrugh another ritual: Moving their limbs to what they call Techno, dance and Trance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6i) How to tell them apart from us... without seeingThe internet is a wonderful invention. It allows all sorts of people congregate... especially mungens. PAY CLOSE ATTENTION to avoid getting trapped in the snare of mungenism, especially to the way they type. Here are some examples to tell a normie and a mungen apart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Normie: hello&lt;br /&gt;Mungen: * hI!___hEEx!~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Normie: hey did you listen to the new track by [insert decent artist here]?&lt;br /&gt;Mungen: ~Eh, U gOt hEAr d sOng by [insert mungen artist here]? vEry dE nIcE hOrx___hEEx! ~mOI lIkEx Itz sOOooO mUchIEzx!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Normie: bye, man&lt;br /&gt;Mungen: ~`bUAi bUAi___ mUAx!You get the idea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6ii) Mungens invade FriendsterA few years ago, the creaters of Friendster dreamt that they would create the largest network of people ever. It became a dream came true. Unfortunately, to date, mungens prowl the depths of Friendster's servers. Here's how to detect them easily:Meaningless testimonials - Self explainatoryNeoprint pictures - I'm not saying that everyone with one is a mungen, but if you pay careful attention, you can see it very easily. The following are standard mungen poses:&lt;br /&gt;The Anime girl ? subject makes a peace sign with hand and positions it near the face at eye-level.&lt;br /&gt;The Gasp ? subject places hand over lips with faux surprised facial expression.&lt;br /&gt;The Cheek Poke ? subject places index finger on a bloated cheek.&lt;br /&gt;The 'Dao' Look ? No special actions are really required in this one. Subject just stares into camera so as to look ?cool?. They can place their hand over their mouth if they please.&lt;br /&gt;The Flower Girl ? Subject rests chin on palms while smiling from cheek to cheek. A variation of this pose will require the subject to rest chin on fists and give an innocent look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) ConclusionThank you all ladies and gents for reading this hallowed piece of document. You can either fight with us for liberty; Lives will be lost but let this be known: It is not futile OR just ignore this and let the world be doomed for eternity with mungens who will listen to 7788 or 991010 in the future generations. The choice is yours. (Join us, dammit)v1.4 (Created by Sean, Inspired by Ade, Edited by Stefanie)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heh. long post much? anyway, i know our school said not to slander anyone or whatever but.. wait. WHO CARES!? i hate OP! @&amp;*#$T&amp;amp;^@ing asshole. stupid frigging #($@#. i am so pissed off. more later. need cold water to douse this steam coming out of my ears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6680703-110768221728110464?l=cozy-rocket.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cozy-rocket.blogspot.com/feeds/110768221728110464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6680703&amp;postID=110768221728110464&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680703/posts/default/110768221728110464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680703/posts/default/110768221728110464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cozy-rocket.blogspot.com/2005/02/get-your-grubbby-hands-off-my-book.html' title='get your grubbby hands off my book'/><author><name>stefanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06977864757237035515</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-6680703.post-110743446990412778</id><published>2005-02-03T20:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-03T20:41:09.913+08:00</updated><title type='text'>can't you tell i'm bored</title><content type='html'>ok i must have inhaled too much paint fumes or something from painting the classroom OR too much chlorine gas from chem practical just now because i feel funky. in a bad way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, our class is done and it's AWESOME, like ass kicking great. as hilarie burton might say, 4a1 might be good, but our class is good looking. or at least the classroom is. practically stayed back EVERY day of this week to paint it - first the base colour, then the scrunchie-plastic bag thing, then the iPod silhouettes. hello, if you ever need interior designing or just want to redecorate your room - CALL ME!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;although my PE shorts and shirt is covered with paint splatters now, and one of my pinafores is full of YELLOW paint SPLASHES, it was fun. could have been easier with the help of my unresponsive class who has spent most of the time staring back at you. anyway, i have this big blackish mole like thing on my knee now because we were painting with black paint and i knelt down on this big blob. gotta go scrub soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was completely drowning in naley fun yesterday. watching all these videos - and can james lafferty get any cuter? because he looked really HOT in THBYB. thud!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok i'm bored now. janice tan baoling, i cannot believe you are at that CD sale. i want i want i want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6680703-110743446990412778?l=cozy-rocket.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cozy-rocket.blogspot.com/feeds/110743446990412778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6680703&amp;postID=110743446990412778&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680703/posts/default/110743446990412778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680703/posts/default/110743446990412778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cozy-rocket.blogspot.com/2005/02/cant-you-tell-im-bored.html' title='can&apos;t you tell i&apos;m bored'/><author><name>stefanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06977864757237035515</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-6680703.post-110733607465333109</id><published>2005-02-02T16:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-02T17:21:14.653+08:00</updated><title type='text'>choose the moods that you fake</title><content type='html'>prefect's installation is this totally useless thing. you sit around, listening to lame speeches and then the prefects receive their badges that show that - hey! - they're a prefect, which you could probably tell a long time ago because of their assholic ways. and their dancing SUCKS. they do this weird dance thing with the same old stupid moves EVERY SINGLE YEAR. they just pretend they change it, but seriously, all the moves are like so recognisable. for example, there's the...&lt;br /&gt;1. 2 people, hands over head, slide hands down each other's hand move&lt;br /&gt;and if that sounds kinky, it is NOT. esp when there are people like adeline goh and rachel lim out there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. that stand with your side facing the crowd and use one hand to slowly go up when the note in the song is long..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. and finally that 2 hands make a heart thing that they do in front of their chest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;er, did they not think we would not notice their subtle repitition of moves EVERY SINGLE YEAR. sheesh. and furthermore, did they think it was cool or something to pop that party popper thing at the end of the song. because they sure don't look like party ppl to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, anyway, we missed 2 periods of physics yesterday because the teachers were busy educating us in the hall on the ethics of being unseen on the web. kidding. i mean, what stupid person would put such a bold pisture on friendster when the school has access to it. hello, anonymous websites exist! but whatever, it is rather embarrassing to have such humiliating people in our school. but whatever. too bad for PL, they're too tight anyways. gotta shake people sometimes to see what it's really like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, read up on spoilers for upcoming eps of one tree hill. please, mark schwahn, do not let Naley go mutiny. ah!! and jules and keith getting married is just creepy. he looks like a paedophile for God's sake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6680703-110733607465333109?l=cozy-rocket.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cozy-rocket.blogspot.com/feeds/110733607465333109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6680703&amp;postID=110733607465333109&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680703/posts/default/110733607465333109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680703/posts/default/110733607465333109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cozy-rocket.blogspot.com/2005/02/choose-moods-that-you-fake.html' title='choose the moods that you fake'/><author><name>stefanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06977864757237035515</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-6680703.post-110700907951999987</id><published>2005-01-29T21:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-29T22:31:19.520+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i mock you with my monkey pants</title><content type='html'>i was just watching old season 2 eps of buffy. god, Oz and willow are so cute!&lt;br /&gt;anyway,went out with janice just now. i bought 3 CDs - the thrills, snow patrol and rachel yamagata. Hmm, HMV is having a freaking sale. gotta keep spendage down though, or i would have bought say like say... 7 others? but apparently someone bought the tegan and sara CD that i want! sorry to get all defensive here, but I WANT. MINE. mine. mineeeeee....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or maybe i hid it the last time we went there. but so. i want it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, we did see this paul walker lookalike who had the perfect man-ass. me and jan were like woah, and JANICE TAN, you are sick. seriously. and also, on the way home i saw another. and after a day of shopping i have come to the conclusion that most singaporean guys do not have nice asses. yeah, james lafferty where are you to make up for all these? kidding. but really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to cosmogirl.com just now and voted for their kiss of approval survey. since like almost ALL of the guys in the who do you wanna screen kiss ques are way hot, i ended up doing one complete survey pro- OC, and the other pro-OTH. it is so on between the two of them. but it was kinda pointless BUT nice doing that. i am bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and this blog entry is totally lame but whatever. really tired, been lacking sleep the past few days - dozed off during cell meeting to kevin's speech. yeah yeah. crap, and i borrowed a few dvds that i have to return tmr but still haven't watched completely so yeah, another sleepless night tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6680703-110700907951999987?l=cozy-rocket.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cozy-rocket.blogspot.com/feeds/110700907951999987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6680703&amp;postID=110700907951999987&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680703/posts/default/110700907951999987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680703/posts/default/110700907951999987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cozy-rocket.blogspot.com/2005/01/i-mock-you-with-my-monkey-pants.html' title='i mock you with my monkey pants'/><author><name>stefanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06977864757237035515</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-6680703.post-110665073162174072</id><published>2005-01-25T18:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-25T18:58:51.620+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>this has been a rather eventful week.&lt;br /&gt;ok,most importantly,i was shocked when my daddy had to be hospitalised for some stomach ulcer thing.&lt;br /&gt;because he hasn't had that for so many years now. he had to stay for quite a few nights and do this scope thing where they stuck something up his ass into his stomach and take pictures, which i didn't know was possible because erm,hello, SMALL INTESTINE? rather disgusting. and he came back and showed me these awful pics of his internal stomach thing. one big ulcer thing in the corner and this gross liquid everywhere,whatever acid that is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah,quite sad that i was more worried about kena-ing scolding from miss lau because i forgot ONE STUPID MATHS WORKSHEET. gotta get my priorities straight. anyway,this is probably due to the fact i had to stand for one whole stupid period because i forgot to bring that time. hello,forgetfulness,a syndrome that commonly occurs in MANY people. forgiveness,woman. in the end never check that day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAMN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had much needed fun at turaiya's chalet on friday. see lah, hester,you don't want to come. was drooling all over the curry chicken. and turaiya's sister had this gross looking friends, not in the gross-OP-nerd sense but in the ahlian-poser-cheena-model-whatever sense. you know,those girls who think they're paris hilton or whatever. i mean, please, you can wear that kinda ensemble (heels, check. tiny handbag, check. miniskirt, check. that wavy hand pose, check. a red light,check. ) to orchard and clubbing and stuff but to a chalet in PASIR RIS?girls,look in the mirror.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;speaking of paris hilton,that girl has pretty big feet. size 11. but she deserves much worse than that for being such a slut and feeding off grand-daddy's hotel chain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok,OUT OF POINT. getting so agitated with the people in our class. not that they did anything or whatever. but c'mon, they seem to enjoy immersing themselves in the chinese culture. disgusting. get something better to do. like i dunno, download. went to video ezy yesterday after church and went to rent 3 dvds. so expensive,anyone want to fund me? buffy season 2, which i almost bought from hmv for $100 (and yeah people, if you wannt buy it for me,i ain't saying no.. ah,so nice. watched like 6 eps already. i miss that show, TV seems to be dead now. or at least channel 5 is. BUT there is desperate housewives tonight. oh my gosh, teri hatcher looks so different yet still the same when she was in lois and clark or whatever. go watch now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one tree hill dvd releasing in less than a few hours! &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/"&gt;www.amazon.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want this shirt! sadly can't ship here. DAMN SINGAPORE AND ITS SMALLNESS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://images.alloy.com/images/products/2n6519_main.jpg"&gt;http://images.alloy.com/images/products/2n6519_main.jpg&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;crap,only managed to post this today because of com problems. desperate housewives is great,like a less-morbid lovely bones.&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/6680703-110665073162174072?l=cozy-rocket.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cozy-rocket.blogspot.com/feeds/110665073162174072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6680703&amp;postID=110665073162174072&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680703/posts/default/110665073162174072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680703/posts/default/110665073162174072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cozy-rocket.blogspot.com/2005/01/this-has-been-rather-eventful-week.html' title=''/><author><name>stefanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06977864757237035515</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-6680703.post-110596650069648055</id><published>2005-01-17T20:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-17T20:55:00.696+08:00</updated><title type='text'>so what...?</title><content type='html'>wow,i was kinda bored so i went to download all the songs that the episodes of one tree hill have been named after. they make a great mix.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the places you have come to fear the most - dashboard confessional&lt;br /&gt;are you true? - the new amsterdams (fronted by someone from the GetUpKids i think)&lt;br /&gt;crash into you - dave matthews band.&lt;br /&gt;where i end and you begin - radiohead&lt;br /&gt;life in a glass house - radiohead&lt;br /&gt;the search for something more - antifreeze&lt;br /&gt;with arms outstretched - rilo kiley&lt;br /&gt;you gotta go there to come back - stereophonics&lt;br /&gt;the living years - mike and the mechanics&lt;br /&gt;hanging by a moment - lifehouse&lt;br /&gt;i shall believe and the first cut is the deepest - sheryl crow. granted they had to name it after her because she appeared. nice songs if you're in a mellow mood though.&lt;br /&gt;suddenly everything has changed - the flaming lips, covered by postal service,a band with Ben from Death Cab and some other dude.&lt;br /&gt;spirit in the night - bruce springsteen&lt;br /&gt;to wish impossible things - the cure&lt;br /&gt;how can you be sure? - radiohead&lt;br /&gt;what is and never should be - led zeppelin!!&lt;br /&gt;the leaving song - AFI (!!)&lt;br /&gt;the desperate kingdom of love - PJ harvey&lt;br /&gt;truth doesn't make a noise - the white stripes&lt;br /&gt;near wild heaven - REM&lt;br /&gt;you can't always get what you want - the rolling stones&lt;br /&gt;i will dare - the replacements&lt;br /&gt;we might as well be strangers - keane&lt;br /&gt;let the reigns go loose - the Get up Kids&lt;br /&gt;the trick is to keep breathing - garbage&lt;br /&gt;don't take me for granted - social distortion&lt;br /&gt;the heart brings you back - blues traveller.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now go and download,people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6680703-110596650069648055?l=cozy-rocket.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cozy-rocket.blogspot.com/feeds/110596650069648055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6680703&amp;postID=110596650069648055&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680703/posts/default/110596650069648055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680703/posts/default/110596650069648055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cozy-rocket.blogspot.com/2005/01/so-what.html' title='so what...?'/><author><name>stefanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06977864757237035515</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-6680703.post-110594799032563576</id><published>2005-01-17T15:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-17T15:46:30.326+08:00</updated><title type='text'>always been the easy kill</title><content type='html'>the last few days have been like hell on earth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for starters, kinda failed my chinese test which was like expected, but DAMN. one more time someone in my class speaks chinese when it's not chinese period i'm gonna blow. it's like full of serious mungens, evidence in the fact that 1/3 of our class is in higher chinese class? which in my book is just weird, like self-torture. i mean,c'mon,it's CHINESE. can't you guys see it's such an evil language..with all the she and the shors..it can kill,i tell ya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway,i've been getting real pissed off at my mum the last few days too. how can she be sch an unfair mother?ok,firstly,my $300 from my edusave award still hasn't been given to me,it's still stuck with her. or stuck with the bank and she doesn't wanna draw it out. like hello, isn't that what the bank is for? to keep your cash until you want it,which is NOW. and she said that i didn't deserve the money. like, WOMAN, she didn't help me one BIT this whole school year. in everything. i was working my ass off and she daresay that she helped. hmm,does scolding count as it?i guess she thinks it does. PLEASE, she didn't contribute to the work-ass-off fund. she made the expenses bigger. damn. and i want the money to buy my ipod shuffle. URGH. i can't believe that she doesn't see how much she favours her precious little shane. stupid mother. she does so many little things to make me feel like this stupid big thing. life is unfair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had a lot to say over the week but the computer kept breaking down so whatever. i can't believe it's only the 3rd week and we're already being killed with test papers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last week was rather depressing,but it's monday now. weirdly i feel better on monday instead of saturdays, which is prob due to the fact that there is no more one tree hill on ch5!i want the scotts!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;speaking of channel 5, we won tiger cup. yay. although i did fall asleep watching it and missed the apprentice. damn!i really wanted to see donalf trump and his lack of a hairstyle. and he is sadly gonna do his own hair for his wedding. please,even i can style it for him better. oh and i had this really freaky nightmare last night that my maid got murdered in my upstairs balcony,and then i went to school where we had this all out hunt to find the killer. a bit out of point,no? think i've been watching too much CSI.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;watched the movie dead man on campus late that night. knida love all these old skool or whatever type of movieslike ferris bueller and that. got any others for me to watch?i'm bored. updated exits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6680703-110594799032563576?l=cozy-rocket.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cozy-rocket.blogspot.com/feeds/110594799032563576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6680703&amp;postID=110594799032563576&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680703/posts/default/110594799032563576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680703/posts/default/110594799032563576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cozy-rocket.blogspot.com/2005/01/always-been-easy-kill.html' title='always been the easy kill'/><author><name>stefanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06977864757237035515</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-6680703.post-110544013249629241</id><published>2005-01-11T18:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-11T18:42:12.496+08:00</updated><title type='text'>saving the world from damnnation</title><content type='html'>i hate chinese.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday this really cool thing happened. we had physics and then mr low brought that thing in..the software that can show you the sound waves when you say something into the microphone..then he asked people to come and scream..xiaoyan went to try and it was like 2000Hz which is like really high pitched already..and then he said if anyone can hit more than 3000Hz he'll scram for one period. cairong tried,and usually she has this really whiney high pitched voive but was only 1000 plus HZ yesterday. so mindy ask me to try..and i hit 4313.73!!! it is frightening that i have an even higher voice than them. hah. so yeah,he had to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saved the class from a period of stupid physics. hello, saviour. 4313.73!! damn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today had chinese test on sec 1 stuff. i only knew like 1 third of the first part..and none of that zao ju or whatever..i was just like writing "failure" in my white pen over and over again. what awaste of time and strength. study so hard and still can forget 98%. it's natural that i forget stuff like stupid CHINESE,so get over it teachers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;miss ferng is getting scarier though&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6680703-110544013249629241?l=cozy-rocket.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cozy-rocket.blogspot.com/feeds/110544013249629241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6680703&amp;postID=110544013249629241&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680703/posts/default/110544013249629241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680703/posts/default/110544013249629241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cozy-rocket.blogspot.com/2005/01/saving-world-from-damnnation.html' title='saving the world from damnnation'/><author><name>stefanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06977864757237035515</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-6680703.post-110526983569420211</id><published>2005-01-09T19:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-09T21:28:10.713+08:00</updated><title type='text'>no more funhouse</title><content type='html'>eh. i just got my haircut at jasonsally. my mother wanted to bring me to this crappy $8 shop called rainbow. i think the people three are scared of me though,because when my mum forced me there that time,i had a damn hard time explaining "choppy hair" to the chink of a hairdresser..and i kinda stormed off halfway..hah!and i didn't dare go back to another hairdresser in serangoon gardens because they practically made me bald in sec 2. ergo, jasonsally. the 2 guys that cut my hair spoke chinese though..i was like uh-ee-ah..lucky they understand english..i think the person thought i was like completely bimbo or something. and he asked my to buy this expensive jar of mud!i was like,can i have your glasses instead. tres cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CCA fair yesterday. boring cca,but our badges were going fast. supposed to have 200 extra all gone. whatever,i already took some before i brought there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one week of school is thankfully over. i can't believe they're forcing a chinese test on this week. please,on the second week of school!death at it's best. see that ding lao shi face get so pissed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate my class right now. full of freaking cheena mungens. our class theme is way loser. mindy and i were like use "don't sew this up with threads of reason and regret..so we will not forget"..from Yellowcard's one year six months..it's supposed to mean like don't go through this year doing stuff you don't like,do something meaningful,something worth remembering..BUT even though our class is supposed to be the best pure lit class,apparently they didn't appreciate the wonder that is emo,and guess what they chose? "challenge the limits". we were like what the HECK. it reminds me of this *#(#ing cheesy poster that they sell in popular..the want that says CHALLENGE and has that ugly pic of a man in a mountain. so cheesy and cliche. only stupid people like these mungens can choose such crap. so pissed off at their lameness. turaiya was like might as well paint the whole class red and put up chinese new year decoration FOR THE WHOLE YEAR. and the classroom is so nice and white right now,so much space to draw emoish stuff..BUT they had to go spoil it with a theme like that. i mean,come on,sec 1s are using that theme. we are supposed to be sec 4s,hello.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it all boils down to how much my class sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;challenge the limits. sheesh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;updated the rest of blog. go check it out,challenge YOUR limits. SHEESH!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6680703-110526983569420211?l=cozy-rocket.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cozy-rocket.blogspot.com/feeds/110526983569420211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6680703&amp;postID=110526983569420211&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680703/posts/default/110526983569420211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680703/posts/default/110526983569420211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cozy-rocket.blogspot.com/2005/01/no-more-funhouse.html' title='no more funhouse'/><author><name>stefanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06977864757237035515</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-6680703.post-110493479177647144</id><published>2005-01-05T22:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-05T22:19:51.776+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bipolar?or just weird..</title><content type='html'>i cannot stand school. and this laptop,because i have tried posting something 4 times already. this entry is versoin 2.1 of "stef's blog entry for this stupid week". i hate it. absolutely. our school is just weird. all the teachers are telling us about O levels, it's enough stress for the year,thank you very much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;also,our school rules have minorly changed. really minor. and they make such a big deal. we can bring handphones now,except no camera phones,and none with audio video recording device. like we want pictures of their asses hanging around in our phone. first it was no boys, then listening to holy sister at devotion and now this?care to throw in a little foot binding?huh? anyway,it isn't like we haven't been bringing our phones when the rule was still there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm beginning to think i'm bipolar or something. because one minute i'm laughing like crap for no certain reason, even when i'm at home..weird..and the next i'm all sad and depressed..or could it be just my mother?i feel like changing my blog template now into something a little more sad and depressed. like black. there needs to be a lack of colour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;did i mention anywhere in this post that our teachers are weird?mrs jacobs needs to find a bra. she looked like she wasn't wearing any - hello,no one wants to see you sag. she should borrow her daughter's,she doesn't look like she needs one. AND miss ferng, despite having a thousand examples around her,does not understand what is layered hair. still flat. and MISS MABEL GOH is boring as a social studies teacher. her version of fun is memorizing stuff and "explaining" to friends later. hmm. ok... i miss Ms. Chin,she at least got scared at our tamil tiger skit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate being sec 4. and in actual fact,we should be enjoying being 16.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6680703-110493479177647144?l=cozy-rocket.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cozy-rocket.blogspot.com/feeds/110493479177647144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6680703&amp;postID=110493479177647144&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680703/posts/default/110493479177647144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680703/posts/default/110493479177647144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cozy-rocket.blogspot.com/2005/01/bipolaror-just-weird.html' title='bipolar?or just weird..'/><author><name>stefanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06977864757237035515</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-6680703.post-110459849076391477</id><published>2005-01-02T01:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-02T00:54:50.763+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i.am.bored</title><content type='html'>and so not looking forward to school. damn you,mrs lee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i was just browsing around and found some quotes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If at first you don't succeed...cheat!&lt;br /&gt;-Buffy &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;truer words were never spoken. anyway,read this joke. still laughing like crap at this time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The European Union commissioners have announced that agreement has been reached to adopt English as the preferred language for European communications, rather than German, which was the other possibility. As part of the negotiations, the British government conceded that English spelling had some room for improvement and has accepted a five-year phased plan for what will be known as EuroEnglish (Euro for short). In the first year, "s" will be used instead of the soft "c". Sertainly, sivil servants will resieve this news with joy. Also, the hard "c" will be replaced with "k". Not only will this klear up konfusion, but typewriters kan have one less letter. There will be growing publik enthusiasm in the sekond year, when the troublesome "ph" will be replaced by "f". This will make words like "fotograf" 20 per sent shorter. In the third year, publik akseptanse of the new spelling kan be expekted to reach the stage where more komplikated changes are possible. Governments will enkorage the removal of double letters, which have always ben a deterent to akurate speling. Also, al wil agre that the horible mes of silent "e"s in the languag is disgrasful, and they would go. By the fourth year, peopl wil be reseptiv to steps such as replasing "th" by "z" and "w" by " v". During ze fifz year, ze unesesary "o" kan be dropd from vords kontaining "ou", and similar changes vud of kors be aplid to ozer kombinations of leters. Und efter ze fifz yer, ve vil al be speking German like zey vunted in ze forst place....&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/6680703-110459849076391477?l=cozy-rocket.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cozy-rocket.blogspot.com/feeds/110459849076391477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6680703&amp;postID=110459849076391477&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680703/posts/default/110459849076391477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680703/posts/default/110459849076391477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cozy-rocket.blogspot.com/2005/01/iambored.html' title='i.am.bored'/><author><name>stefanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06977864757237035515</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-6680703.post-110457209920196833</id><published>2005-01-01T16:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-01T17:34:59.200+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a reality check</title><content type='html'>i think i may have been drinking too much of that marigold yoghurt drink stuff. i was just pouring and pouring and gulping it down. this is due to my intolerance for MILK which is all my parents seem to buy so when the yoghurt,i mean it when i hog it. anyway,my father was like "don't drink so much of that stuff,can lao sai wan"..and i was like wow,you can see me?anyway,the lao sai has already started,except it's more verbal diarhheoa. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my mother is downstairs singing. i can't stand her voice. it reminds me of a dead rat,and by dead rat i mean mickey mouse. it just reminds me of who she is - fake fake fake. i mean not physically lah,as far as i know,she is not plastic. exceot maybe her heart. because to other people she acts like the "perfect little stepford wife" (thanks brookie for that line!).. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and shane is seriously pissing the crap out of me. so annoying. and my parents seem to be overly protective of him. that translates to siding him a lot and stuff. i have been thinking of GETTING OUT OF THIS HELLHOLE alot these few days. the last time i did these was september i think,when i just couldn't take it. i have not talked to her for a few days now,just glare,which she does not seem to get. oh but wait,i probably would want to get my money from edusave first,after that i think i'll have enough money to last a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i cannot believe my father. he is just aggravating me. shane was like pissing off at me for taking so much yoghurt drink and i was like WHO CARES. and my father was like don't be so rude. SO RUDE? is ignoring your daughter rude.i think it at least counts under inhumane. and they keep on making fun of me for being jealous. what,now i don't have a RIGHT to be jealous. tell me,am i insane?so what??i am so angry.. damn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;update on the lip. there are still weird pimply spots that appeared from the stupid lipliner from that christmas musical. OMG. stupid lipliner. it's painful esp when toothpaste touches it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damn you make up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6680703-110457209920196833?l=cozy-rocket.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cozy-rocket.blogspot.com/feeds/110457209920196833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6680703&amp;postID=110457209920196833&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680703/posts/default/110457209920196833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680703/posts/default/110457209920196833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cozy-rocket.blogspot.com/2005/01/reality-check.html' title='a reality check'/><author><name>stefanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06977864757237035515</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-6680703.post-110451020722277367</id><published>2005-01-01T01:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-01T00:23:27.223+08:00</updated><title type='text'>rehab is for quitters</title><content type='html'>the new year is just so overrated. i  mean,come on,a minute doesn't make a difference. when school starts,now that's a difference. right now i'm just downloading shit off before 2005 is declared "piracy - officially dead" year by the stupid RIAS. damn the man!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why can't they just let indie fans continue downloading?it's not like they have a recording company worrying about losing money. they are spoiling the music world..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and speaking about the thing we all hate called school,it starts in a day. like how did these 2 stupid months pass so quickly?like let me see..almost nothing important happened..except hmm...yeah,my mind's a total blank!oh wait,i did get that ataris CD. still waiting for tegan and sara though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah. about that. my father still hsn't bothered to order anything yet. it always has to be like that. it's not like it's something big. all your daughter wants is a freaking dvd set!and some CDs!!like..slip some attention here,people!AND they bought a drumset for the "boys" today. and a keyboard,like they expect me to tinker with their new toy. ohboy!you guys,you really touch me with the insight and all on what i want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or not. and my dad was like asking me to swee lee just now to see violins. like i wanted them . please.anyway,this new year is something not to be celebrated. for one thing,tsunami. how can people even be partying. and by the beach,for God's sake. another thing is FREAKING cambridge. because people,this is the year of O levels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sheesh,i think i have been watching too much that 70s show,because eric and hyde are sure rubbg off on me.&lt;br /&gt;&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/6680703-110451020722277367?l=cozy-rocket.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cozy-rocket.blogspot.com/feeds/110451020722277367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6680703&amp;postID=110451020722277367&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680703/posts/default/110451020722277367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680703/posts/default/110451020722277367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cozy-rocket.blogspot.com/2005/01/rehab-is-for-quitters.html' title='rehab is for quitters'/><author><name>stefanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06977864757237035515</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-6680703.post-110431102729372569</id><published>2004-12-29T16:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-29T17:03:47.293+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the future freaks me out</title><content type='html'>been listening to that song repeatedly for the past few days. by motion city soundtrack..it could be like my theme for the whole of next year. i hate school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this year's already coming to an end. it always seems that things happen so slowly when you're doing it and then BAM,hello 2005 and the impending doom of the O levels. 2 words - damn chinese. please,there was like this newspaper article today that said that like 1/2 of China can't even speak mandarin,and besides,the people there are starting to learn English and stuff so why do we have to learn this crap?i sound all shallow and stuff but seriously,chinese does weird things to your brain. like i dunno,classify it under WOODBRIDGE MATERIAL during the few hours you have to go through it daily. i wonder which day this year am i not gonna have chinese. gotta love those days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway,Christmas is over and let me just say i LOVE THE HOLIDAYS. turkey and roast ham..haha..who cares if you put on a few pounds if it tastes this good..and there's the cranberry sauce!yeah..presents are cool too..and i got this really cool retro looking popcorn maker. hello movie marathons!it would go along so well with our wide screen projector.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;unfortunately,the last few days i've been feeling rather resentful towards my mummy. the past few months have been ok,but then she just had to give me a double whammy when she gave me such a crappy present. ok,shallowness coming out again. it's not like a was expecting a big nice present from her. but i don't know..i'm the type who get jealous easily ok?so sean gets his new handphone..did i mention how long it took for me to get one?i begged her all the way from june to november. cried buckets over it. STUDIED my head off just to please her and like show her that,HEY THERE,you have a daughter here. and in the end i only got the phone from my daddy. but look,my big old brother is "rewarded" with a phone. please,i knew they bought it even before they knew his N level results. and shane,what does he get. AN AMAZING ELECTRIC GUITAR. well,duh,of course i'm proud of him for his talents but the day they bought it they called me and asked if i wanted a new violin..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i practically SCREAMED AT HER. so ungrateful of me and stuff,yeah i know. but she's always always doing this. trying to get things for me just because it's convenient and stuff. it's these little things that always get to me,how she can't even be bothered to just give me something i really want,but she can shell out so much money and go through so much trouble to get my brothers what they want. AND I CERTAINLY DO NOT WANT A NEW VIOLIN. it's always like this. last christmas she gave me a CD player just because sean wanted one and they were buying one for him. i didn't get my birthday present until 2 months later,and it wasn't something i even wanted at that time,although i sure need it now. stupid mp3 player that they bought just because they were at SITEX and lookie,it's cheap,just like stef is to us. ARGH. and all i want right now is those stuff online and my dad already promised he would order it for me after much begging and wailing (and use of puppy dog eyes or White eyes,depending on situation)..but mum's still holding him back. he keeps on using excuses like SHE SURE SCOLD ME. like hello,did she scold you when you paid $500 plus bucks for your son's guitar?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i wish i could just tell them what i really think of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and this is the worse thing. on christmas day they gave us somemore presents,actually my mum did. stupid measly piece of crap. shane got this really nice watch and sean i don't know what but i'm sure he liked it from his "thanks,mum!"..but oh what i get. a STUPID TY DOLL decked in the slutiest wardrobe. looks like some mini britney.&lt;br /&gt;it's just all the more proof how much she knows me and how much she bothers about me,because..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. like hello,DOLLS? what does she think i am 5?plus 10 please,and also..i would very much prefer limited action figures instead of freaky looking dolls that look like they belong on playboy. seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. urgh. the doll is like wearing this shiny jeans and naval bearing crap. not that i'm against that or whatever,but please. i am more britney speared than spears. does she even know what i LIKE. what i think? or feel??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. and the doll is just one of the few that she bought. the rest,which are so much nicer,were christmas presents for other people. once again that convenience thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i half wish she could just read this or  at least know how i feel. do my glares not say enough?but i also half wish my chinese teacher would wake up tomorrow covered in monkey hair and that's never gonna happen,so well..too bad for me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok. enough bitching for me. i'm gonna start this new year right. or not.&lt;br /&gt;i hate new year resolutions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6680703-110431102729372569?l=cozy-rocket.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cozy-rocket.blogspot.com/feeds/110431102729372569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6680703&amp;postID=110431102729372569&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680703/posts/default/110431102729372569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680703/posts/default/110431102729372569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cozy-rocket.blogspot.com/2004/12/future-freaks-me-out.html' title='the future freaks me out'/><author><name>stefanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06977864757237035515</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-6680703.post-110362531383917150</id><published>2004-12-21T18:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-21T18:35:13.840+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the thrills</title><content type='html'>i am so tired. spent so long yesterday doing up new template. was editing like mad. and i think i may have caught the flu bug from my daddy,and despite that..i just want to say..&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE THE HOLIDAYS..&lt;br /&gt;or more importantly,the stuff that rolls in during the holidays - in 2 words cash and presents. my dad's family gives the BEST presents. gosh,i'm practically rolling about in glee. unfortunately,this money has come in a little late and so when i went to taka today i almost died. CRAZY CHRISTMAS SHOPPERS. i go into a shop,pick up so many nice things i want,look at the queue and then bolt out. without the things of course. many weird people out there,fighting over stupid stuff. so crowded could just suffocate from lack of fresh air,or over-exposure to BO. and i think the probability of a kid puking in the stupid atrium at taka was vrey high,due the whole exchange of germs thing,so i spent my time walking around the art shops upstairs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i still haven't got my tegan and sara album yet. my brother blanched when i told him about them,because he thinks identical twin lesbians can't sing. well,they can,and also,who cares what they are when they make such great music?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA. a key point to bring up is that i don't need to spend $50 on a stupid bluetooth thing because we just found out that my dad's laptop has an IR port. hello,here's The Ataris on my ringtone..oh yes,yesterday was an incredibly sad day. suprnova.org has closed down due to stupid governments all over the world..like WHAT?i need that new episode of OTH. how else am i gonna download stuff. and 2 more weeks till no more downloading because the government are enforcing that piracy law..&lt;br /&gt;i'm trying to focus on that instead of the school thing.&lt;br /&gt;i hate the government.stupid laws and rules.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at this rate,i could call myself an anarchist in no time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6680703-110362531383917150?l=cozy-rocket.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cozy-rocket.blogspot.com/feeds/110362531383917150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6680703&amp;postID=110362531383917150&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680703/posts/default/110362531383917150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680703/posts/default/110362531383917150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cozy-rocket.blogspot.com/2004/12/thrills.html' title='the thrills'/><author><name>stefanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06977864757237035515</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-6680703.post-110325620422996285</id><published>2004-12-17T11:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-17T12:03:24.230+08:00</updated><title type='text'>wrecking your own good thing</title><content type='html'>only 2 more weeks to school. and i still haven't got my ass up to do any work! this is crappy,because usually i just do all the work on the last week or better still,the last day of the holidays but well. have to be more responsible now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went out on wednesday with jan,rachel and viv. can people just remind me now not to be early all the time?had to wait so long. but it was fun..i'm just sad that..tegan and sara's and death cab's album cost $41 each. but i bought the atati's live album and i have the new get up kids one,so that'll probably last me till next week?maybe i'll get the thrills album too.&lt;br /&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WANT THAT TEGAN AND SARA ALBUM!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i want to order that and preorder the one tree hill dvd online. BUT my parents refuse to lend me their credit card because they're afraid. people,it's amazon!i trust amazon with my life and soul!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to school today and i HATE it!it's such a disgusting piece of old land,with classrooms and buildings that look like they were built in the 60s..and i think they were!heck,it is possible my mum could have studied here. and it's so deep in from the main road so it is totally pointless for me to take a bus,so i walk. a long long walk of half an hour. i cannot imagine my poor,sec-4-stricken self walking home after a horrible day..FOR THE ENTIRE SCHOOL YEAR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i do hate PL.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6680703-110325620422996285?l=cozy-rocket.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cozy-rocket.blogspot.com/feeds/110325620422996285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6680703&amp;postID=110325620422996285&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680703/posts/default/110325620422996285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680703/posts/default/110325620422996285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cozy-rocket.blogspot.com/2004/12/wrecking-your-own-good-thing.html' title='wrecking your own good thing'/><author><name>stefanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06977864757237035515</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-6680703.post-110299360277753342</id><published>2004-12-14T09:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-14T11:06:42.776+08:00</updated><title type='text'>doubt is a luxury we can't afford</title><content type='html'>damn,superhero movies just make the real world seem more boring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;been slacking off the last few days..and school starts in 3 weeks!i kinda hate this part of the holidays when it's all supposed to be good,but you really hate it because you know what is ahead..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway,can i just say right now that it was not my idea for me to be the stupid skeleton in the musical?i mean,like you want your ass to be sticking up in other people's faces, ala bridget jones, when you wearing a stupid black catsuit like &lt;em&gt;thing&lt;/em&gt;. oh,and to wear TIGHTS so there's be no VPL??like,what the. God help us all..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway,i would just like to say that HMV might just kill me. i'm planning to get this whole slew of indie CDs and i think i just might spend all my holidays money because apparently,one CD averages $30 to $40.....&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/6680703-110299360277753342?l=cozy-rocket.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cozy-rocket.blogspot.com/feeds/110299360277753342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6680703&amp;postID=110299360277753342&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680703/posts/default/110299360277753342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680703/posts/default/110299360277753342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cozy-rocket.blogspot.com/2004/12/doubt-is-luxury-we-cant-afford.html' title='doubt is a luxury we can&apos;t afford'/><author><name>stefanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06977864757237035515</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-6680703.post-110266803967428246</id><published>2004-12-10T16:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-10T16:40:39.673+08:00</updated><title type='text'>shoot the moon..miss completely</title><content type='html'>hmm..my father just totally embarrassed me without me even being there! apparently my mum gave him my booklist and he went to buy and he was like talking to people in my school!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i half expected him to start farting and nose digging. God i hope he didn't do that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway i was just thinking how many similarities there are between OC and One Tree Hill. first of all there are the 2 brothers who are not really brothers but are brothers all the same..then there's the rich pretty girl who is temporarily attached to one of the brothers and then one of them cheat on the other and then she loses all her wealth and ends up hooking up with the poolboy (ie. marissa and brooke)..there's the asshole of a father in Caleb and Dan..the obligatory girl who gets pregnant...and the hot actors..the virginial girl ..haley in one tree hill and well...sorry,none of those in orange county. and also,both shows share the fact that only jan and i have a clue what i'm saying here..&lt;br /&gt;and how sad will life be when both shows end..thank God for p2p.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway,it's really boring now. i have not slacked so much! i think this labtop is going to burn up soon or something because 3 downloads managed to finish today!so happy..&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/6680703-110266803967428246?l=cozy-rocket.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cozy-rocket.blogspot.com/feeds/110266803967428246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6680703&amp;postID=110266803967428246&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680703/posts/default/110266803967428246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680703/posts/default/110266803967428246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cozy-rocket.blogspot.com/2004/12/shoot-moonmiss-completely.html' title='shoot the moon..miss completely'/><author><name>stefanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06977864757237035515</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-6680703.post-110256325430492905</id><published>2004-12-09T09:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-09T11:34:14.303+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my shoulders are heavy from the weight of us both</title><content type='html'>finally,death is over..my working stint is finished! i am so dead tired..haha..practically had to use toothpicks to keep my eyes open yesterday while i was entering in credit card numbers. hello,people,if you're only going to pay $4 why don't you pay by cheque because it's so much easier..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway,i'm just so happy it's over. but unfortunately i'll only get my money when school reopens because lazy pangster doesn't wanna drag her bridget-jones-ass to our office..heh. after work took the long and slow ride home and then dad wanted to bring us to watch incredibles..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yes,it is so losertic of me not to have watched it yet but work has pretty much killed my desire to drag my butt to the movies for the past 2 weeks..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes,so we went to the GV  in yishun,which has really bad business by the way,only to discover they're not showing it anymore. and we learnt then that my father and brother has really bad eyesight. or the font in the cinema ads is really too small..so we went to northpoint,which is basically the crappiest shopping centre next to east point and loyang point. i mean,even heartland mall is better than it and that is a lot to say. so then there are 3 cd shops and not one of them has an OC mix. pathetic much? and then my mum went to look at jewellry and i just wanted to annoy her..i think the lady from lee hwa wanted to laugh though,i was spouting so much crap. heh,babbling about sponsoring children with the money she'll use to buy a stupid ring,which in the end she didn't buy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;success!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so you know,the money could probably go to the one tree hilol dvd fund or something .heh..&lt;br /&gt;&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/6680703-110256325430492905?l=cozy-rocket.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cozy-rocket.blogspot.com/feeds/110256325430492905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6680703&amp;postID=110256325430492905&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680703/posts/default/110256325430492905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680703/posts/default/110256325430492905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cozy-rocket.blogspot.com/2004/12/my-shoulders-are-heavy-from-weight-of.html' title='my shoulders are heavy from the weight of us both'/><author><name>stefanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06977864757237035515</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-6680703.post-110217676586022020</id><published>2004-12-04T23:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-05T00:12:45.860+08:00</updated><title type='text'>who are they kidding..</title><content type='html'>heh. more work today but thankfully lasted a while only. lucky that stupid lady from yesterday didn't show up. you know what happened?i was opening up this plastic wrapper and i didn't know the other end was in my supervisor's face and then she "whispered" loudly.."why she put it in your face.." in that hoo-you're-a-measly-volunteer-tone..well,lady,you're lucky it's not at you becayse i wanted to stick it up her ass or something. like hello,what is her problem. urgh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that me and mindy roamed around taka..and they were having some stupid fann wong autograph session. haha,so funy,we were making fun of the people there esp fan club who had been there since lk what,11??for someone like fann wong somemore. apparently when she and zoe tay were just starting out in 1984 my dad's old promotion company hired the then 14-yr old fann and whatever age zoe to model for escada and they kena so much scolding they cried. hah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway,was watching tv the whole day. jan,finally you sat through one tree hill. oh,the joys of basketball and hot guys. btw,barbara alynn woods has way too large boobs for a mother of a high school kid. she looked like she was wearing 3 pushup bras or something..now i know some people who need that,but on her it looks scary. and enough of keith!that guy looks like a paedophile.creepy. after that malcolm and simpsons. go pieman. they did incredibly funny spoof of spiderman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and after that my dad was watching the reruns of spore idol. like ok,whatever. dick lee was like "i love you both. you can call me after the competition!" oh,you sly fox,if you wanna get it on with sylvester of whatever just say it! or,you know,he could do taufik. both of them look gay anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and wrestling!i was just watching it and like WHO ARE THEY KIDDING,it's like total man love going on in there. gross. and you wonder why it's given a rather primetime spot on saturdays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6680703-110217676586022020?l=cozy-rocket.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cozy-rocket.blogspot.com/feeds/110217676586022020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6680703&amp;postID=110217676586022020&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680703/posts/default/110217676586022020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680703/posts/default/110217676586022020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cozy-rocket.blogspot.com/2004/12/who-are-they-kidding.html' title='who are they kidding..'/><author><name>stefanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06977864757237035515</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-6680703.post-110198621469246200</id><published>2004-12-02T18:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-02T20:59:16.766+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a brief intermission</title><content type='html'>i think i jinx computers or something. because my mum's com is totally whacked out right now-it just keeps restarting itself over and over again. damn viruses. and also,i haven't been online since i started my computer "hiatus" since saturday so last night i go online but blogger's down,suprnova's down,they haven't uploaded or updated anything about that day's ep of one tree hill. SO BORING! and do they not know that i only have 1 month left to download all i can before stupid singapore gvt step in. and i had typed this post halfway and all and the com hanged and when i switched it back on it could not detect the hard drive!i was figuring i was pretty dead by then because i would lose all my dad's stuff in his com..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway let's backtrack a little bit. i got all excited on saturday for that day's one tree hill. hello,boytoy auction!what a nice way to raise money,but unfortunately,hot guys don't sell here. charbor-like guys do (aka sylvester-i got his name right-loser boy)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway,baptism was on sunday..i had to get up so early that morning because mum was doing worship and i was so sleepy. i practically had the tune Dead Man's Party going on in my head..but worship was good-managed to wake up..haha..spent most of sermon writing song titles up..i think i need a new black pen. did i mention here that Gavin Degraw has gone mainstream??amanda said she heard I Don't Want To Be on the travesty that they call the radio. NO!! no!! gavin CANNOT do that-he is too talented..ugh..but oh well,his album's great..so i hope he doesn't release his other songs or i'd lose the kick of listening to &lt;em&gt;Chariot&lt;/em&gt;..AND 99% of well,everyone in singapore don't know that that song is the theme song of one tree hill. see what happens when mediacorp gets all bluster and BS with their shows and ignore my favourites??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;congrats Dioney and Charmaine by the way.haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;monday was the first official day of work and let me say,it sucks GETTING UP and willing my ass to get into the shower when i'm still in holiday mood. and it sucks at PEAK HOUR because the mrt is so crowded i had to touch other people. attention:OCD here! huh..and the office is so far away from the mrt station. but work at world vision is ok...the people there are nice and stuff..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;monday night was like hell. i was so tired and then my parents went to a funeral i think,so sean and shane started fighting like mad and shane started crying!and i HATE it when he does because i'm scared he'll do something to himself..so i just try to comfort him and stuff but he refuses to move an inch and latches himself to the stairrail..and i was so frightened because i couldn't do anything at all..and my stupid older brother. he caused all this..he kept on shouting and hitting shane,and calling me all sorts of things just because i was trying to protect shane! so i kinda freaked out and just went downstairs and hid behind the sofa and cried like mad..heh,yeah,you can start saying chicken now..so when dad and mum came back they found 2 of their kids crying and just gave sean a piece of their mind finally. and you know what sean did??why shane was crying?he called shane a bastard,and shane thought he had no father.gawd!!&lt;br /&gt;nah,so after they scolded sean i guess he's ok now. FOR NOW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway,expect me to start handing out World Vision gift catalogues,because friends,i expect you to be kind and generous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh,and i was majorly irritated last night. went out for dinner with mum and dad only because shane was staying at my aunty's house and sean was at his prom night (snigger here..)..and then my mum actually started watching singapore idol!!oh! and i was all ready to praise her for knowing the lyrics to She will be Loved. took that right off my tasklist. and i was planning that NO ONE in this house would watch that horrible show. and they went out again (thank God) and i thought i was free of that horrible plague called sg idol but then my maid starts begging me to let her watch and i'm like ..yeah,whatever,since my mum has already went and broken the use-to-be untarnished record of NO TRACE OF SPORE IDOl IN THE HOUSE..so i'm peacefully using net and then she starts screaming "my idol won!!" argh,whatever. at least it's over,and FYI,news reporters at straits times and 8 days,idol fever has not taken over singapore. HAH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who won again?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6680703-110198621469246200?l=cozy-rocket.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cozy-rocket.blogspot.com/feeds/110198621469246200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6680703&amp;postID=110198621469246200&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680703/posts/default/110198621469246200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680703/posts/default/110198621469246200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cozy-rocket.blogspot.com/2004/12/brief-intermission.html' title='a brief intermission'/><author><name>stefanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06977864757237035515</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-6680703.post-110148858372458112</id><published>2004-11-27T01:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-27T01:03:03.723+08:00</updated><title type='text'>why can't forever start today..</title><content type='html'>hmm,i'd just like to say that i really really do not like singapore idol..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so much so that you can use the word HATE. i just want poserboy and his crazy fans and taupok or fuk or fik to go far far away to hide. i hear never never land is a good place for them to start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT IS MEDIACORP THINKING??giving them a recording soundtrack and all. and the prize car?much better off with me. as far as i can see,that ugly guy can't sing at all,he has no DICTION, he's really really ugly - the nose people!it weirdly turns me off! - and did i mention no diction? and i read somewhere that he's actually serious that he would be proud to represent us in world idol. i think not,dear delusioned person, because you ain't even gonna make it through. they'd only succeed in embarrassing the poor hell out of us singaporeans. even thinking of it makes me shudder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now actually,i wouldn't mind that tau-guy representing us because he can actually hold his own. but that other dude?please. stick to your chinese "rock" band.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;urgh people,please don't hate me for hating him. i just do not understand!this is a total popularity contest, since we can already see that they're not voting for the voice and they sure as hell ain't voting for the looks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and also,like WHAT THE HECK. because of the stupid singapore idol finals they shifted amazing race to thursday so it won't affect their stupid schedule, and SO, OC is shifted back another week. how many times is mediacorp going to do this..and OC compared to SINGAPORE IDOL!?what!! WHAT!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok,and that is the end of my rant against singapore idol. which sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway,today was a much better day then yesterday,because shane and sean weren't AT HOME!there was actually peace, God bless..so i spent the whole day downloading and HELLO!2 episodes of one tree hill,season TWO!! (!!!!) are done. and seriously,we need clone machines to clone ppl like nathan. because he was so sweet in the show!!people go watch!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;manda,like your box-o-magic?haha..&lt;br /&gt;&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/6680703-110148858372458112?l=cozy-rocket.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cozy-rocket.blogspot.com/feeds/110148858372458112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6680703&amp;postID=110148858372458112&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680703/posts/default/110148858372458112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680703/posts/default/110148858372458112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cozy-rocket.blogspot.com/2004/11/why-cant-forever-start-today.html' title='why can&apos;t forever start today..'/><author><name>stefanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06977864757237035515</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-6680703.post-110140363294831792</id><published>2004-11-26T01:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-26T10:55:26.113+08:00</updated><title type='text'>to hell with good intentions</title><content type='html'>hmm. i just stumbled upon this rather creepy blog. the owner has this whole obsession with rats and mice or something because with every post came a new picture of "wee little beasties",or so they are called. and there's even a poem bout them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;erm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway today was an almost perfect day. i woke up to a bright morning, with a long day ahead of me!so i spent about 8 hours online, without resting eyes (think i forgot all about that stupid eye care rap already). cheered on downloads, sang to indie music, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but who am i kidding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had violin class and i was seriously contemplating like wrecking the violin because the strings were all out of tune,and i spent so much time tuning it. with the screechy sound right next to my ears! eeks. and i hate etudes btw. AND my voilin teacher made me play Can You Feel The Love Tonight, i was like dude,gimme a break. what.a.cheesy.song. of course,since it was written by a gay dude and all...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway,i had PA duty,just go worship rehearsal and learn stuff. and not that i wouldn't mind staying till the wee hours tryign to coil wires, but my mum had promised me that we would definitely get back by 10 so i could watch the third last ep of OC for this season before i go into withdrawal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yar,so after the thing ended at 9.40 i was all roaring to go but HEY,look who wants to go for supper now. like hellO?did she totally forget or just wanted to hurt me?&lt;br /&gt;and also,sometimes i seriously wish i could just hibernate and fast forward the next 5 years of my life. just to get away from her. i don't understand,and i hate being in the middle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sean's phone bills are high? my fault&lt;br /&gt;shane always crying because of her? "why don't you do something about it stefanie"&lt;br /&gt;maid can't control shane? "STEFANIE!!!!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;argh!and then when something goes wrong it's my fault. and i can't even get one stupid small thing i want,to not miss an episode of OC,and my mum begins her rant of how she can't tolerate me,that i suck,etc,then she turns to shane and helps him out with packing for the camp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i mean,he can just call my DAD and asshole and all my dad does is say "shane.." in a warning tone. i practically killed shane with my dagger-glare when he said that. but he's just the perfect child ain't he?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i'd just like to say - SO HAPPY TO BE HERE. i'd like to thank my parents for being so supportive. everything has been just swell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tcha right. gawd,i'm being such a total bitca right now,but presently,i don't really care anymore. all the better to show my mother how i feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway,i just took a good look at my toes because i was pretty bored,and i realised i have really ugly toes. they kinda look like fingers. so if you ever catch yourself looking at my toes and thinking to yourself just how ugly they are,please focus on the middle one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6680703-110140363294831792?l=cozy-rocket.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cozy-rocket.blogspot.com/feeds/110140363294831792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6680703&amp;postID=110140363294831792&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680703/posts/default/110140363294831792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680703/posts/default/110140363294831792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cozy-rocket.blogspot.com/2004/11/to-hell-with-good-intentions.html' title='to hell with good intentions'/><author><name>stefanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06977864757237035515</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-6680703.post-110131773812882629</id><published>2004-11-25T01:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-25T01:35:38.130+08:00</updated><title type='text'>all that you can"t leave behind</title><content type='html'>ok,my computer was kinda driving me mad again. everytime i posted something only the title would appear. so thankfully,i was smart this time and blogged on my dad's labtop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway,so i'm sitting here,and i realised that i've led such a boring and unfulfilling life. ok,and i could be feeling this way because it's kinda late and my brain is not really functioning because i just spent the last two hours looking at the world vision website..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i want to do something. like singapore's already crappy enough,our school already sucks..and nobody's doing anything. it sucks to be in these type of schools where you want to do something but you can't because..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;either You're not a perfect little prefect so they won't give a rat's ass what you really want to do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or Your teachers are really old fashioned&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or your idea sucks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or you school just generally sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but in this situation,it's usually the first and second case because a few months back i wanted so much to publish like a student newsletter UNLIKE the stupid litehouse mag that they have..where teachers have no say..yar,ok,and i can tell i am totally getting out of point here..but anyway,world vision has this thing called the LOVE LOAF..it's like this piggy bank thingie..and you just put in any spare change etc,and after that you return it to world vision. we should have that,in every single stupid class in our school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but oh well,nobody's going to care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway,i may be going into this whole do some good stuff phase..because my uncle had a heart attack. Thank God it's a mild one,but with someone so related..you just think,you know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6680703-110131773812882629?l=cozy-rocket.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cozy-rocket.blogspot.com/feeds/110131773812882629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6680703&amp;postID=110131773812882629&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680703/posts/default/110131773812882629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680703/posts/default/110131773812882629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cozy-rocket.blogspot.com/2004/11/all-that-you-cant-leave-behind.html' title='all that you can&quot;t leave behind'/><author><name>stefanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06977864757237035515</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-6680703.post-110068227019627879</id><published>2004-11-17T11:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-17T17:04:30.196+08:00</updated><title type='text'>don't confess</title><content type='html'>argh. this stupid computer is making me a complete whacko,because everytime i type one super long post,the next shot is Page Cannot Be Displayed so i come back and type it all again and it goes back to step 1. funny thing my brain was too cashed out from my sugar coma that i didn't think to save it in word or something..so actually this is probably the fifth version of this post already..and because of my really bad memory,i keep on changing the title. so this is just a random title from a song by Tegan and Sara..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway,the trip in hong kong was great..got to spend much time with my mom..and also i realised how kooky i am..it's like,i should be sent off to some mental instituition for a day just to check on my mental have.but more bout that later,i don't want you laughing at me yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yep,i pretty much almost considered running out of the airport before we even took off. see,there was this whole group of boy scouts from Henry Park primary school taking the same early flight..so we were walking from immigration to our gate..and there's these few kids behind us..and suddenly i hear one of them shouting 'I think he's going to puke!" and i was like..wwWHAT?!so you know in all those action movies there's this stupid guy who turns around and suddenly there's this big explosion in his face and he runs off to cower in a corner...yeah,you should have seen me..i took one look at that sick boy's face,which was green as hell and stuff,and turned around just in time so i missed the puke..and then i ran off all frightened and shaking and stuff into some duty free shop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank God for the comforting smell of perfume.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok,so i was really panicky on the plane and all,literally grabbing the edge of my seat..thankfully the boy scouts were seated at the back of the plane. yes,so all you mr. Boy Scouts out there,please,if you're going on a stupid trip that early,like..please tell your teacher you're sick?!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok,anyway,we stayed at my uncle's house..which is way up high on old peak road..when we got out of the cab we could smell like the tyres burning..because it's a freaky 45 degree angle upwards on the roads..because i guess the hong kong government's too stupid to build those roads that go around. anyway,my uncle is majorly rich!or at lest his company is,because they pay for his rent every month which is a whooping US$150000 (PER MONTH!!)..serious doh issues here,because you know,that amount of money could pay for so many child sponsorship programmes through world vision..yep,anyway,my little cousin is so adorable. she's like 3 and has like cantonese and english down pat. and to think i only started talking at..what,2?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway we didn't even rest when we got there. we went back to the kick-ass apartment of my uncle's..and we took a train to Tsim Sha Tsui (which by the way i can't pronounce)..we went to the Esprit shop where everything is cheap..and then we shopped like mad..after dinner we went to this bookshop,and this is where i do my stupid thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok,so there's this shelf of magazines and next to it was a column which has mirrors on all 4 sides..so i,as an eager magazine fan,rushed into the oassage in between the mirror and shelf. then since the mirror reflects that shelf right,it looks like there's just ANOTHER shelf of magazines there..and yeah,you may be expecting me to bang into the mirror and stuff but i'm&lt;br /&gt;way more stupid then that..i rushed in from an angle..so out of the corner of my eye i see another person,which is rushing in too..and so i suddenly jerk back and say EXCUSE ME really loudly..and it took me like about 2 seconds to realise what i just did..i was laughing so hard after that..serious crack up issues..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am so dorky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway,this really sad thing happened. the ady i went ocean park,the freaking dolphin university was CLOSED!like just on that day..i was so devestated..i was just moping about the park..and my mum didn't want to sit any of the RIDES!!if only sheryl and her family were there because most of my theme park visits were with her..ocean park/genting/berjaya..haha..anyway,the dolphin show didn't even cheer me up because i was so far away..and i was getting all jealous of their trainers..sucks to live here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway,i think that one week trip probably took like 5 years or so off my life because i think i may have passive smoked so much,enough smoke to kill a couple of kittens,however morbid that thought might be. i mean,half the customers in air conditioned restaurants are smoking and puffing their smoke high up for the world to smell. i feel like going up to them and telling them they stink,they're dead and they suck,cept i probably wouldn't know how to say that in cantonese.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes,and i think this post may be too long already. so long astoria!&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/6680703-110068227019627879?l=cozy-rocket.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cozy-rocket.blogspot.com/feeds/110068227019627879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6680703&amp;postID=110068227019627879&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680703/posts/default/110068227019627879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680703/posts/default/110068227019627879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cozy-rocket.blogspot.com/2004/11/dont-confess.html' title='don&apos;t confess'/><author><name>stefanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06977864757237035515</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-6680703.post-109982818288893677</id><published>2004-11-07T19:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-07T19:49:42.890+08:00</updated><title type='text'>say anything</title><content type='html'>ok,i am leaving for hong kong tomorrow,with my mum only..hmm,hope she stays in the good mood she's in now or i'd come back all josh-hartnetty-in-pearl-harbour-in-his-coffin and stuff. yep,and i CANNOT WAIT to go to ocean park!i know,everyone thinks i'm so excited to go shopping,but really i just wanna see the dolphins again at ocean park!and take the scary cable car..all those rides..and dolphin,dolphins,DOLPHINS..in fact,i could pay $680 HK to swim with them for 90 minutes,except so expensive and my mum wld prob nvr go in with me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;very very sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but anyway,did you know dolphins and humans are the only animals (in more ways than one..haha!) to have sex for pleasure?which is kinda gross considering,but this is just a passing comment..haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway,that day's cell group was at karen's house for the first time..and i was pretty high..i guess from the bus ride there..kept on cracking open my trusty bus guide to count the stops..how embarrassing..and the best place to take a taxi from??the t-junction near their house!!haha..i might have this weird obsession with numerous available taxis or something,cuz it's really hard to get one at my school...and the taxi driver rocked too..love those type of taxi drivers who like, SPEED..unlike that stupid ahpek who drove so slowly the other time that the fare ended up twice as much as it wld have been..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm. yesterday went out with jan and spent erm,quite a lot. haha,i miss going out so much!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway,i better get a goodnight's sleep. i have to wake up at 3.30pm,so if i want my 8 hours of sleep,i should have slept erm..20 minutes ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;crap,and i sill have 2 eps of OC and 1 ep of One tree hill to watch before i leave so i won't miss the tv too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6680703-109982818288893677?l=cozy-rocket.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cozy-rocket.blogspot.com/feeds/109982818288893677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6680703&amp;postID=109982818288893677&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680703/posts/default/109982818288893677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680703/posts/default/109982818288893677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cozy-rocket.blogspot.com/2004/11/say-anything.html' title='say anything'/><author><name>stefanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06977864757237035515</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-6680703.post-109957342635232595</id><published>2004-11-04T19:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-04T21:03:46.353+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the games that play us</title><content type='html'>ok,i'd just like to say that despite being the inventors of the worldwide web, CERN has a pretty measly website.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and what holidays are these..the days have never passed so slowly. even during the exam period time used to passed much faster. it's so hard getting up when you know you could be sleeping,getting up at 1,and then spending the rest of the day online..so to all those people who are complaining about their less-than-3a2 schedules,i'd say SHUT UP..and to those who are really busy,ie. O levels...well,sucks to be you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway,all the teachers seem to be overly excited about us taking O levels next year too. chinese teacher just cannot STOP talking and stressing us out..like blardy blardy blah-cheng yu-blah blah-yan yu-blah blah-guan yong yu..HUH??i dunno,just thinking about it reminds me of the overly enthu woman clapping in the 4th episode of OC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;huh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well,waddya know,season 2 of OC has officially premiered a few minutes ago in the US..and mediacorp,if you are really stupid enough to still be even contemplating whether to bring in the second season..i'd just like to say...YES!!!like duh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh,i'm missing all lessons next week..just hope miss lau won't teach permutation and combination or whatever,because i can't afford to miss any of that..cuz the title already makes me nervous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aiya,i had one whole entry planned in my head,but now my brother comes to disturb. more later..&lt;br /&gt;&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/6680703-109957342635232595?l=cozy-rocket.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cozy-rocket.blogspot.com/feeds/109957342635232595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6680703&amp;postID=109957342635232595&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680703/posts/default/109957342635232595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680703/posts/default/109957342635232595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cozy-rocket.blogspot.com/2004/11/games-that-play-us.html' title='the games that play us'/><author><name>stefanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06977864757237035515</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-6680703.post-109926861887529787</id><published>2004-11-01T07:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-01T08:23:38.876+08:00</updated><title type='text'>we might as well be strangers</title><content type='html'>well..once again i stopped blogging for bout a week!although i keep on coming online..it's supposed to be holidays now..cept i have lessons..there's later at 10pm..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;which so extremely suck. yes,so i'm gonna ignore mrs tan's threats to suspend us from the school if we say any bad things bout it in our blog because they can find out...and say that most teachers suck..couldn't they have finished syllabus earlier??esp miss l*u..&lt;br /&gt;anyway,if the teachers find this blog,my name is betty louise and i'm not from singapore..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the sad thing is,this whole week has been so boring and stuff..cuz we didn't really have any lessons so i don't have much stuff to complain bout,which is usually the bulk of my blog..so erm....moday was so boring..tuesday too...also i can't remember what happened..wednesday we celebrated christmas,a whole 2 months early..but it was fun..we were kinda going crazy singing stuff,esp when we realised we didn't know the words to 12 days of christmas and ended up sining lalalalala....thursday kinda didn't go school.cuz had this migraine since dunno when..and also couldn't be bothered to get up....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;friday was the last official day of school on the hallowed grounds of PL at lorong ah soo...then everyone sat in the hot sun for 2 hours..so they could have an aerial shot of us forming the word 2004 in the carpark..after that went to the hal and just sang and sang...although i'm not really gonna miss the place...cuz it's all in the people...next year we'll be going to our holding school..this laupok ulupandan place...and the question is..how are we gonna fit in??both literally..and well,not..&lt;br /&gt;after that went to watch movie in the evening with my whole family for a change..ladder 49..and i kinda wished i was a fireman..but after the movie..maybe not...after that had cell..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and..MY VIOLIN CONCERT WAS YESTERDAY!finally it's over...haha..it was quite nice on the end,wasn't as nervous as last year's...and my mum actually went..there was this girl who played this really long melodramatic song on the violin..it sounded like some french affair...so nice..even my little brother who went was like "jie,so nice leh"..haha!fantasia rocks..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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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-6680703.post-109862981116108327</id><published>2004-10-24T22:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-24T22:56:51.163+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the spectrum's a to z</title><content type='html'>wah..i last blogged a few days ago..today i come back bearing results..new phone..and a new haircut..&lt;br /&gt;hmm...results were generally ok..cept for chinese of course..and amaths,which was quite expected seeing how only 1 in every 5 ppl passed it..but CHINESE!!walao..lucky passed overall..it's such a stupid subject..judging how i probably won't use it for my O levels..can't i just quit now??&lt;br /&gt;anyway..i finally got my phone from my daddy..although my mum "scolded" him for buying for me..but HAHA..too bad for her that she can't bring camera phone into office,who ask her work in army..everything there confidential..&lt;br /&gt;actually,not really because all those documents of hers with the word CONFIDENTIAL stamped across it usually end up recycled in the  toilet to use for "wrappers" if you know what i mean..haha..eww..&lt;br /&gt;but yes,i am so very very happy..good things come to those who wait..&lt;br /&gt;but along with a new phone you also get some irritating people..i'm so pek now sia..stupid guy..think what,can just come along and take people's phone..so what if you got the $300 to pay for it if you break it???!?!think so cool to threaten people meh?and so what if you make some lame ass pop culture reference to white chicks,don't even know how to say properly and white chicks does not count as popular culture-it's not even cult status-..ok,i'm babbling..just can't stand D.W...&lt;br /&gt;hmm.went to cut hair just now and brought along a pic of anna in my phone..then the person took like 2 hours to cut!!!now my fringe is SO short..and i don't know how am i gonna replicate this style tomorrow..this is all miss gan's fault again for threatening us with school rules..&lt;br /&gt;damn conformity..but it's quite ok lar,cept for the EXTREMELY short fringe..i look bald!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i think i swallowed some hair..&lt;br /&gt;choke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6680703-109862981116108327?l=cozy-rocket.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cozy-rocket.blogspot.com/feeds/109862981116108327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6680703&amp;postID=109862981116108327&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680703/posts/default/109862981116108327'/><link rel='self' 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wanted to cook eggs for himself..then dun wanna do work and stuff..den i got damn pek at him..i said "i call mummy ar??" and then he scream and scream..start hitting me with his flying fists..den suddenly he started crying like mad..and he was like repeating "i wanna leave this house"..countless times..i kinda freaked out then..so i just held him and stuff..i was so scared!!because i see the way my mum treat him..it's a wonder he still working hard..then after that i was trying to calm him down,offer him sweets,help him make my special kickass scrambled eggs..then he was like making these scary retching-coughing noises!and being one with emetophobia,i literally jumped back in fear!!so yeah,i started crying too because really..i didn't know what to DO!i cry and cry..and just held him...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;never realised my dear little brother is so precious to me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yeah,dunno why..he seemed to be the catalyst to help me get my phone..cuz my dad came back and he saw me holding shane and stuff..so today after violin WOOSH can go buy phone liao..but infortunately being the undecisive person i am..cannot decide on anything..so he said tmr lor...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then..AND THEN!!!today is a horrible day..got back papers hor..chinese ar..fail by 3 marks..walao!hopefully my CA marks all that can pull up...and i just want to say..to SD..who is the most cheena person i know..can help don't want to help because only want birthday present still?!see what happened now..haiyo..social studies..horrible...pass by 1 FREAKING mark when it's upon 50!!like hello!?!?mid year score 1 mrk lower than full marks..now liddat?what is going on...all our school's fault..get some stupid government scholar like miss ang to be our SS teacher..now all liddat..i miss MISS CHIN!!!literatuer..i was rejoicing seh..never even studied for that stupid paper..all i did was speed read thru notes..and i got A1!!and chemistry also..surpassed my expectations of myself..so yes,thank you God..no thank you miss ferng!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so tmr getting back the rest of the papers..guess they didn't wanna traumatise us by returning all the papers at once..a maths..that one ar...whole level fail sia!&lt;br /&gt;&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/6680703-109836246974534766?l=cozy-rocket.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cozy-rocket.blogspot.com/feeds/109836246974534766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6680703&amp;postID=109836246974534766&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6680703/posts/default/109836246974534766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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